It's More Than Music

Ahhaahhaaaaa Whoa Yeah Crooked Lalalalala What Up? It's you boy, yeah Rollercoaster rims I see you ? Where we at on this one? Hold On... Yeah, Crooked got ears like DJ Premier's He came in here just to replace the queers My heat waves for fear My clique is so deep We roll out cause traffic on the freeway for years If we changing gears, getting' ghost on suckas Paint a picture for the bread, draw toast on fuckas Most won't touch us, both coasts love us Me and my south niggas cause grown folk ruckus Man, mofuck 'em all With this big Glock You can see a trick shot as if you was in Rucker Park I'm a thug in the heart Drama on my momma, niggas love when it start Damn slugs finna spark Just do your dog with a chopper after guzzling vodka The condition we leave you in is gonna puzzle the doctors My hustle is proper, I'm trouble for coppers The slug it'll drop ya quick, for tryin' to fuck with a mobsta These niggas can't squad but thank god I keep a 38 ride, that'll blow you to cape cod It ain't odd that my money bank wire look like I done a bank job With my sunny state squad Crooked move out in convertible impalas Pistols under the Pistons reversible Ben Wallace No bullshittin' my purpose is big wallets Sippin' on purple syrup cause it's perfect with Hpnotiq I told you niggas I was coming for your ass, and I'm here now Watch out a real nigga do shit, I got my own Record Label and them suckas is In fear now, It's more than music