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"Crook Class"


[Hook: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
We from that Crook Class nigga
Graduated from that Crook Class nigga
We graduated at the top of the class
Lyrical murderin' raps up in that bookbag nigga
We from that Crook Class nigga
Graduated from that Crook Class nigga
The minute you give them Horseshoe niggas
A beat and a booth and a mic
Then we finna whoop ass nigga

[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]
When I, get to spittin' these verses
Immediately, you niggas be nervous
Catch you niggas slippin', them Shoe niggas trippin'
We all walkin' on a slippery surface, I'm a hitman
I'm a casualty, get paid murderin' everyone of these wack MCs
If it's catastrophic, I stack the profit you paid the price
That's why they call it catastro-phe
Crooked I gave me lyrical lectures definitely
He would measure our efforts, so ahead of the rest
Being the best was inevitable
Got better and better with every semester
I could launch lyrics or literally let
Llamas put lead through your Lettermans leather
Learn a lesson, you not in my league of lingual
Or language, let alone on my level of letters
Follow me, but nigga this ain't Twitter
I ain't diggin' you but I'm diggin' your grave nigga
My enemy disappear, you disintegrate if you
Dissin' a great spitter, wack niggas be cryin', fuckas
Cause if you ain't dumb you'll be silent nocca
I was tested by flyin' bullets and gang bangin'
I passed with flyin' colors

[Hook: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]

[Verse 2: Kenny]
The game full of fuck niggas and bars like breakin' inside a prison
Who's claimin' they boss was never really the business
I usually plan shit but if I decide to
Split your wig that's me making a split decision
Wait a minute and listen, take a minute to vision me
Sittin' in class without payin' any tuition
Now me and pens go together like women and intuition
Now I gotta get it because I ain't really into wishin'
I've been determined to see a PayDay
So that I can eat of these nutty bars
My class was full of hard workers
I researched how to make crack, I studied hard
Now they can't block the shine like lampshades
We make dope for our fans call it fanbase
We're not you man, we're not human
We probably should be considered another damn race
I would say I don't like killers
But that'll be the pot callin' the kettle black
Got nothing to look forward to, I'll leave your heart
Sittin' on the floor, you can have your heart set on that
Feelin' merry with my Mac, married to my strap
Dressed in all black, Mrs. Mary Mack
Which I bring to the table, it's crap, I'm the shit
Like a table for craps, you can bet on that

[Hook: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]

[Verse 3: Demetrius Capone]
Graduated from the Crook Class nigga
Graduated from the Ssutt class nigga
That's where I learned how to lyrically cook crack
And then I put that in my book bag nigga
Graduated at the top of my class
High school, pussy ass nigga
I learned how to beat up a beat
And hit you with hooks like a good jab
I lyrically whoop ass nigga
When Pac died the West was givien to Crook
Don't believe me shit, ask that nigga Big Suge
Every new rapper on the West they listen to Crook
When they were young and took a page from this nigga book
Ask Dr. Dre and them, Crook reinvented what Pac was sayin' in
A complicated way, then he taught the cadence
To rappers from Compton and watched them adopt it
Like adoption agencies, see, every nigga on the Coast
Got a little bit of Crooked in they flow
Cause he reinvented the multiple syllable flow
If you a spitter you know, but if you don't know
What the syllable flow is, that's what I'm doing right now
Spit it reminiscent of a bullet like blaow
Every up and coming rapper on the West either
Copied Pac or they adopted Crooked I's style

[Hook: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
We from that Crook Class nigga
Graduated from that Crook Class nigga
We graduated at the top of the class
Lyrical murderin' raps up in that bookbag nigga
We from that Crook Class nigga
Graduated from that Crook Class nigga

The minute you give them Horseshoe niggas
A beat and a booth and a mic
Then we finna whoop ass nigga [x2]

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