3 the Hard Way

[Crooked I] Yo Iceman, watch how I come in this bitch off note And bang for my team If Mozart a genius, I’m the same fucking thing Compare me the Pavarotti, I just can’t fucking sing If life is a fight I’mma aim duck and swing I don’t have to write ’cause these lyrics came from a dream Ssut ssut COB blame the regime It's like green screen The way we changed up the scene Chain with the cross on it Lamb shank with the cabernet sauce on it And act a beat with the boss on it, slaughter All upon it it’s the God of The west coast water I can’t walk on it y’all want it Nah, that’s a reason and die swallowing math equations Tryin' to eat my piece of the pie See I set my goal, so extremely high I can’t see 'em from my first class seat in the sky And before my plane departed I walk in security they say a chain retarded Are you a famous artist, no But fuck yeah my name regarded As an underground beast I’m just trying to change the target Meet Ras Kass & Kurupt this a holiday Niggas better move like pedestrians right away I give you the blue print to thug life Like I’m reciting Pac and Jay The modern day Marvin Gaye ’Cause my pops wanna pop me I would drop him before he drop me Didn’t raise me and before cops can knock me I would throw the Glock away when they stop me And tell 'em my name is Scott free Oh, I’m from the wicked west Do I have a limit yes ,my limit is limitless Fuck a cabby I packy I blast from the back seat of his taxi Then pass it to Ras Kass [Ras Kass] Fat pole in a slimy track Grown up folk with a shiny gat For more ex pills than tiny had Sat where my crime is set Never been a whiny rat Stegosaurus rap reptilian with a spiny back My East side bitch got hit with a shiny bat In the wheelchair but her vagina ain’t handicaped Uh, her vagina ain’t handicapped Mensa member, big dick, good lookin' nigga, Annie rap What you think all the guns is for I’m going on tour in Mordor With an elf queen for more whores Throw us a Mexican drug warlord before poor The skull of Abe Lincoln, seven years and four score Want more call Crooked I, you could be Chinese With the side ways face you’re not Crooked I Cali don’t give a fuck gotta get through us Lost lyricist trust now I pass to Kurupt [Kurupt] Heaven’s got a gape in hole the souls are mischief, mischievous souls Hell’s frozen over pola I arose Corrosion erosion temples are stealing stone Crumble to the tone of the voice of vigilance Violence in a judge,by the black a gap clap smoked then vaporized Berserk a hydra, Cerberus Wrap the titans connected to bend in both sides Simultaneously at the same time he is eye Double jeopardy, Gemini Walk on the red carpet and turned it blue Stand like a statue mind yourself Reverse the camera lights and blind yourself I’m the unseen sentinel sentinel Oh, sent to your dough step to make buildings fall I don’t wear ice my nigga I’m cold already and diamonds can’t freeze my wrist I’m froze already, the future was already been wrote and cold already The coded exposed we wrote and code already Its the end of the end and beginning to begin When it ends it all and it starts over again nigga Heaven’s got a gapin' hole the souls are mischief Escaped the road on the road to redemption Arctic And art the archangel when hence means Soaking these rodent rappers Drenching in the instinct firing golf to body Send in, in an instinct god he ate off the body Send in every into 'em ,Hitler Bitter bitter turn them to cat litter Infrastructure are crumbled, infra-red spitter Got 'em like an eye grass crooked eye cash bringing these niggas Corruption world wide Money ain’t a thing. bitches ain't shit And neither are you nigga eat a fat dick Hoes give me money niggas get shot Every day in LA every way and every night Every night, Every night West coast murder