All Crossed Up

[Ivan Talkin] Me my self I gotz a problem with these hoes tryna cross a nigga up But Ima have to blast on these hoes if they ever try to step But check it out as I run it down to ya {Verse 1} Its hard to get my serve on runnin from F.B.I Survelance like I'm fuckin' playin I-Spy They tryna bust my ass fa 12 Ki's of Cocaine But all I got is a rock and I'm given em false names I slip as a long dick with extra vaseline Them niggas up on my block is gettin skripped when I hit the scene Steady ass nigga, I'll puttin whippin's on them niggas ass Everyday artillary, I'm holdin a hockey mask Creepin to my rock spot, quiet as the fuck I rocked up all my coke, packaged my shit and get the fuck I'm all crossed up by a stinky ass bitch Who's lookin from above and suck a crusty ass dick I left the tramp screamin, shot her twice up in her face I left that stanky bitch and didn't leave a, leave a trace I'm surrounded by one time, now I'm on the run "A Suspect with a bag of coke and a Tec-9 gun" I fled to the Florida and opened up shop I'm chillin on Cockress with a hand fulla rocks Fiends see my face, they know to break before they checks They come to point the scraps but then they know what to expect I gets my dough they go headed straight into the project Before they leave my set, they bin is spin, that ho checked See I ain't givin a fuck cause I'm a money hungry nigga A niggidy as gangsta sellin crack and gettin bigga A dirty ass ball game like Will Smith been kickin it And motha fuckin dog ass hoes are there with bitches, and get me All Crossed up {Hook} All crossed up them hoes will have you on yo back But I dont give a fuck cause I'mma still slang my crack All crossed up them hoes will have you on yo back But I dont give a fuck cause I'mma still slang my crack {Verse 2} I reach on the set, I gots to change my, clothes So I'm not ratted out my them funky ass, hoes I gots to watch my back cause on the streets I can't, sit One Time's on me nutz and tryna take me on a, trip And motha fuck them Melphs man, them bitches can't faze me The only way I stop sellin' my shit is if they pay me The only way they catch me is if I start to blast Gotta be dead, can't see me cause I always got my Hockey Mask Always keepin a clip in, neva caught slippin, keepin 'em trippin Nigga I'm comin out dead or alive quarter birds I'll be flippin A hustler on the rap page and good thing its a sale Crack up on your dick and (???) Takin' a puff of that powder, I'm hopin like the king You tried to test me nuts, now I'mma have to split ya wig Cause I'm all crossed... {Hook} {Verse 3} Nigga I got me rocks and I could start makin' fiends drop Nigga them rocks make you flip ups and when I'm shootin I neva stop Biatches! If you come in my way with that short shit The second I pull my shit you betta start runnin bitch I know you gots your crack so lil daddy up it With the Tec stickin dead in ya back, and if ya move nigga fuck it I'm shakin, taken, never no fakin, never no taken and taken a nigga do not what I am Biggidy blast leavin them niggas stankin Thats on the real, I'm a stone born crack dealer A.K.A mister, mister Blast, Mister cap peeler Also known fa pullin' a drive by with a hockey mask Biggidy, Biggidy blast slangin that crack up on ya donk-ay Shoot you in ya head until ya dead ain't givin a fuck I'll still go sell my shit but still I'm all crossed, all crossed... (Hook) All crossed up them hoes will have you on yo back But I dont give a fuck cause I'mma still slang my crack All crossed up them hoes will have you on yo back But I dont give a fuck cause I'mma still slang my crack All crossed up them hoes will have you on yo back But I dont give a fuck cause I'mma still slang my crack [Ivan Talkin] Yeah, Thats how I do it for you ole busta ass hoes That be tryin to rat a nigga out behind they shit Because a nigga doin good, you think you could come, fuck wit a nigga But it ain't bout all that there Nigga still gon get theirs FUCK you ole dog ass hoes Bitch I'm all crossed up and you'll be flat on your fuckin back bieetch