Yo, last week was the calm, this is the stormShout out to everybody fuckin' with the weekliesYeah, hold up crooked, now what you up to?We don't trust you to give the classics, just doHuh? Who flippin' classics better than us two?My attitude is just like Prodigy, nigga, * you!I'm takin' music to the left side like a clef note*** a NY Classic and drag it to the West CoastPut it on hydraulics, how that motherfucker hoppin'With a yoppa in the passenger seat, signin' your death noteHot cocky spray, got your body on my sleighBlood drippin' out your body, I'ma like it's marmaladeKarma pain, helicopter blade, helicopter fadeLyrical game, bangin' like Dr. Dre in a chronic wayExcept it's modern dayIf any opponent enter my zone, the serial killer is gettin' it onNiggas are pitiful, thinkin' they lyrical, how many syllables fit in a song?Just leave this bitter alone, sendin' your home, splittin' your domeDid it alone, but they think I did it with clonesJust like it was three of me, I got so much G in meLike Eazy-E, but it ain't easy bein' meShady with the nickel, play the nine, just like P and meBad Me Seagull, the Desert Eagle is on creatineBoom!Bullets from the Iron remind you of the Flyin' Gear teamWitnesses outside, they lie, too blind to see a thingCrooked eyes alive, but I decided to be a kingBattle rappers want me inside the arena ringThey know I'm barred up, look at me, GodI been in real bar fights under my arms, scarred upI ain't hard up for no money, I * a snow bunnyGive her the black cock, jackpot, that's some hard luckLike I'm dark-skinned, Puerto Rican in AsianWord to fight, dawg, I ain't like y'allI just night crawl when the night fall, peep the invasionI remember when beefin' had a nigga sleepin' in DazenI'm a Eastside, I'm a EastsideI'm a Eastside, nigga, Long Beach, niggaI'm a nigga with a attitudeI'm spittin' gasoline, the track is gettin' * with no VaselineI'm a 91 Ice CubeBow down, hyenas on the prowl nowAnimal version of savages, surgeons with cannons and turbinesWe gon' wild out, they found out what my fightin' styleBowed, kicked him from his front yard to his backNow that's a roundhouseCrooked's immortal, I travel through different portalsI got a different decorum, these whores wanna give em' allWant me to store em' and hoard em', force em' against they moralsWhy me and her nigga quarrel, so me and my dick ignore em'But I might be at the scene, but I'm not the oneYou know if that chocho lookin' fatThat mean liquor in the front, poker in the backI'm so money in the slot, give me that honey in your potThinkin' it's funny, cause I got my car runnin' in the lotWhen it's over, it's a wrapBack to the grind again, I got a coal mineI'm the kind that you find miners inI'm from a different club, you niggas softYou niggas average, I'm from a different fabricI write with a designer penWhen I'm listenin' to Mobb DeepMy state is hungry, it's skinnier than GandhiYou don't need a stethoscope to listen to my heartbeatI do it for the block, just put your ear to the concreteSpeak in a heartSpeak in a heartPicture me stoppin' the heart of every popular artistToppin' the charts, you put a better rap outThat's like sippin' yak during a blackoutShot in the dark, I flush it, hop in the arc like NoahYou want that ridiculous lyrics, here it isI'm on some other *, like Park and my mother's shipHop out, rockin' some khakis and house shoes in my pyramidI don't care if you're listenin' cause I know your spirit isStill spittin' that real-ass *, ill-ass *My fans sayin' kill that *They sayin' go crooked, kill that *They sayin' go crooked, kill that *You think I ain't when I am, yeahI hear you rappers come and sayWhen the mic's offSome assholes avoidin' you was the right callWhy would I talk around the same piece of *I would walk around on the sidewalkI ain't like y'allNo, I ain't like none of you niggas in the industryAnd every week I'm goin' on another killin' spree* outta here with them Roseanne bars, you big pussiesNo wonder I'm so damn hard, I get busy, yeahThe weekliesEvery Friday, y'all know it's poppin'It's that time again, you know what I mean?JewelryYeah, R.I.P. ProdigyIf you see me in traffic, bark at your dogHey, yo, Nate, let's get the * outta here, manWhat's wrong with you?I can't tell you that I just broke up with your girlShe's had it all, youRead事情, digu.comyou