[Hook]
I ain't made it this far f**in' round stankin' a** b**hes
See I ain't made it this far slippin'
So I ain't 'bout to start right now
Said I ain't bout to start right now, I ain't bullsh**tin'
I ain't made this much money doin' bad business
Or listenin' to stupid a**, goofy a** n***as
So I ain't bout to start right now
Said I ain't bout to start right now, I ain't bullsh**tin'
[Verse 1 : Royce Da 5'9"]
Never hesitate to up-and-touch your foes jaw
Bullet proof vest on f**in' hoe's raw
Only fear I have is being a has-been
Only thing I care about is just who's been laughin'
Dig a hole, make a box for soon as this craft ends
Or just put my a** in rehab with Charlie Sheen, three tabs
And some Jin for you to get mad and then
We gon' sniff enough blow in here to k** two and half men
n***as think I came up fast in this game laughin' at lames
With a map of an immaculate pa**ageway to spectacular fame
That's how they do you every time, they think you're fake
You ain't the truest until you make the papers then they sue you
That's when I tell you b**h to do it for this vine
She ain't gon' never say to me, she ain't gon' do it
Toast to long journeys, I ride separate, only problem that I have
With the big motherf**er's a wide stretcher, in long gurney
Then you're gon' see a murder case deflate
When my attorneys apply pressure
[Verse 2 : Joell Ortiz]
And pressure bust pipes but I bet ya'
This pipe gon' bust a motherf**er head
If ever I catch a wild disrespecter
Behind the scenes after playin' the side lines
Dressed up in thug attire when they soft as a signal
When that Wi-Fi messed up, this a hot spot
Yeah right hater, play hop scotch or hot twat
I'm hot
[Hook]
[Bridge]
Why in the f** would I listen to haters?
Knowing damn well let 'em f** with my paper
'til I die, I only listen to Crooked I
[Verse 3 : Crooked I]
I ain't bullsh**tin'
I keep it raw n***as rhymes diluted
Prostitutin' for the label n***a your mind's polluted
Go ahead try and dispute it
They buildin' an army full of n***as willin' to sell their soul and they a**hole
That's the kind recruited, a s**er born every second time's computed
Just grab a nine and shoot it
Hyper-feminine rapper claim your troops
Let you lynch me in the orchard before I hang with fruit
Unless they of Islam, I'm just sayin' the truth
Rather hear me rappin' bout b**hes givin' brain in a coupe
I know, but I'm ill a G, like Matrix I'm a trilogy
Not three movies I mean something that Pimp C would say, a trill-a-G
And I'm sicker than mixin' liquor with Henney-cillin
I'm chillin' in my coupe with no roof and I could see the moon shinin'
Like whiskey in Tennessee
No Jordan but a brick or key is 23
I'm the biggest thug of them all with a street poetry
I leave blood on the wall so the streets know it's me
Crooked I, last rapper that won't compromise
Real n***a, they probably want me ostracised
I'm the n***a you can't colonize, not for dollar signs
I don't care if my profit rise, long as I prophesize
Long as I'm the non-fiction documentary and you the n***a that dramatized
No need to apologize, put your sorries in your big pocket
Make up a dance to have a chance n***a, I rather Big Pac it
I'd rather Pun L it, I'd rather Beans Jay it, I rather Em Nas it
I don't listen to you goofy n***as take on it
That's why the beemer got the temporary plates on it
That's why XXL got your n***a's face on it
It's 97 Bad Boy, this my Mase moment
(Amen)