Horseshoe Gang - Crook Cla** lyrics

[Hook: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] We from that Crook Cla** n***a Graduated from that Crook Cla** n***a We graduated at the top of the cla** Lyrical murderin' raps up in that bookbag n***a We from that Crook Cla** n***a Graduated from that Crook Cla** n***a The minute you give them Horseshoe n***as A beat and a booth and a mic Then we finna whoop a** n***a [Verse 1: Julius Luciano] When I, get to spittin' these verses Immediately, you n***as be nervous Catch you n***as slippin', them Shoe n***as 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 (talk to 'em) I could launch lyrics or literally let Llamas put lead through your Letterman's leather Learn a lesson, you not in my league with lingo Or language, let alone on my level with letters, ah! Follow me, but n***a this ain't Twitter I ain't diggin' you but I'm diggin' your grave n***a My enemy disappear You disintegrate if ya: dissin' a great spitter Wack n***as be cryin', f**as If you ain't dumb you'll be silent nocca I was tested by flyin' bullets and g**nin' I pa**ed with flyin' colors [Hook: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] [Verse 2: Kenny] The game's full of f** n***as and bars like rapin' inside a prison Dudes claimin' they bosses and ain't really with the business I usually plan sh** 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 cla** without payin' any tuition Now me and pens go together like women and intuition Now I gotta get it because I really ain't into wishin' I've been determined to see a PayDay So that I can eat off these nutty bars My cla** was full of hard workers I researched how to make crack, yeah 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 k**ers 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, Ms. Mary Mack What y'all bring to the table, it's crap I'm the sh**, like a table for craps, you can bet on that [Hook: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] [Verse 3: Demetrius Capone] Graduated from the Crook Cla** n***a Graduated from the Ssutt cla** n***a That's where I learned how to lyrically cook crack And then I put that in my book bag n***a Graduated at the top of my cla** High school, p**y a** n***a I learned how to beat up a beat And hit you with hooks like a good jab I lyrically whoop a** n***a When Pac died the West was given to Crook Don't believe me sh**, ask that n***a Big Suge Every new rapper on the West they listen to Crook When they was young and took a page from this n***a book Ask Dr. Dre and them Crook reinvented what Pac was sayin' in A complicated way, and then copped the cadence That rappers from Compton and Watts adopted Like adoption agencies See, every n***a on the Coast Got a little bit of Crooked in they flow Because 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 Cla** n***a Graduated from that Crook Cla** n***a We graduated at the top of the cla** Lyrical murderin' raps up in that bookbag n***a We from that Crook Cla** n***a Graduated from that Crook Cla** n***a The minute you give them Horseshoe n***as A beat and a booth and a mic Then we finna whoop a** n***a (x2)