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T. Rex - Crown Me lyrics
[Verse 1: T.I.]
 Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap
 Serve thick crack in white T's and fitted caps
 These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps
 I been a hustler all my life gimme six stacks
 Cop my self a quarter kite I can flip that
 Cook it till it's solid white tell? em hit that
 Big fat Os of that solid hard git that
 Those slangin blow on a boulevard knick sacks
 Just as big around as a Tylenol, hit that
 Nigga with the Yay tell him now bring a brick back
 Now I'm a move it by day nigga 6 max
 And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps
 40 cals, Sk's with no kick back
 Get you get your shit sacks right where your dicks at
 And I don't think your clicks just supposed to forget that
 I gotta a gauge for that day you want some git back
 While we sprayin all you niggas sayin git back
 Duck down nigga, naw what now nigga
 You was talking plenty shit but you ain't tough now nigga
 You don't know the click, I got enough wild niggas that'll
 Hit you then ride you to another town nigga
 Dig a hole, throw you in it for a half a brick a blow
 Man, Rappin' and Movies is all these niggas know
 Swear to God He niggas true fags
 Certified Douche Bags... 
 [Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
 Yea
 You don't know what that new glock do
 You don't know how to count chump, 2 times 2
 You don't know what the grimin's like or that new rock do
 You don't know what it is to see that shoe box full
 Chump, you don't know what that oo op do
 Have your block like oo aa oo
 Who shot who
 Yea, I leave the gun there so the police think you shot you
 Then hop in a coupe and do my due
 I pimp most of these bitches, really open these bitches
 Ask about me, you thought Pretty Tony was vicious
 Man I'm that times 2
 So please homey, cuff your bitch and let that guy through
 Let that guy move
 Let that guy go
 Man that guy crazy
 Let that guy know
 Cat got rabbies
 Yea mac got Amy
 Shots that ready to pop and hatch like babies
 I lock the block down
 Like a jailhouse lockdown
 Cops found razors in the mattress
 I let the 8 boop off at your face dude
 Have you comin out the speakers like the base doT. Rex - Crown Me - http://motolyrics.com/t-rex/crown-me-lyrics.html
 I'm a mothafucken beast and animal
 2003, the street's new hannible
 Man I show you what the piece and hammer do
 Raise my arm with the piece and hammer you
 Let the 8 spread, off at your face head
 Watch your face shead sorta like snake's shead
 I'm gorrilla born, lion hearted, ape bread
 2 minded, eagle eyed, beatle side, snake head
 And I play dead, just to fool you, just to move you
 All that just to shoot you
 Fall Back, this kid is cuocoo
 [Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
 Cha ching, I'm in
 Bling my rims I sing they spin
 But my 2 nine M's, they the ying yang twins
 Cause they Skeet, Skeet, Skeet, Skeet, from the window to the wall
 From the ceiling to the floor
 With a feeling when you ball
 Make your mom cling
 I'm into don things
 Don Don, Donna Karren, Don Cornelius, Don King
 But follow Jon Gotti, Joe Pesci, armed robbery
 Hard body, body hard doggy fuck up your bodyguard
 Dolly call us the shotty ma
 Ya'll'll call up the squally squaw
 Prolly hard, get it all the squally in the party pa
 Right in the hamerstein
 Gasoline, tear gas, pepper seed, tear fast
 Knight sticks tear ass
 Cuff? em and chief goes
 Damn gun that he reach for
 Hammer hit with the cheap blow
 Man it's nothing I eat those
 Then I piss off my fowl, I lay for it
 Car, Crib, credit, A 1 steak sauce
 I'm a straight boss, great loft, great Porsche, golf course, race horse, 
 Aqueduct, Ray Soft
 And I make one call to get the pussy poppin
 Call your girl, pop that pussy wanna pussy pop
 And a hoochie split it, dookie hit it, booby hit it
 Her booby wanna back the coochie play some luchie with it
 Booby at this thing, damn he all moody with it
 She ain't all that in that car I say Suzuki civic
 I make a movie with it just to get my point across
 Dog hand cuffin' god damn join the force
 Mommy, come join the boss
 Stick your tongue out and
 Toing a toing a toing on my dick till your voice get hoarse
 Once again I gotta tell you that the boy's a boss
 I employ the force
 Half a mil on lawyer Cost
 Killa, Killa










