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'mma hitman I'ma 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 with lingo Or language, let alone on my level with 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 off 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, its 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)