Crooked I - Death Rizzo lyrics

Hold up
I'm just coming to blow ya
Mind with the flow
Know what?
Niggas is hatin' cuz I signed with tha Row
So what?
Y'all been tryin' to stop mine on the low
I climb in the fo'
Let the glock pop nine in a row
If I catch you after eleven
I'ma have to point an acurate weapon
At your acurate legend
And clap you with seven
I'm crazier than servin' crack
To a reverend
Plus, I ruin your career
Like if the news camera catch you with Tevin
Ugh! Just gimme your rightful invision
I stiffle your mission
Swing and hit niggas hard
As motorcycle collisions
Watch your ass, like you Michael in prison
There's so many weak wick-whack
Recycle rap niggas
I'm liable to diss 'em
Even though, they scared of testin' me now
Quit playin' games, you "Got Beef?"
"Say My Name" like you Destiny's Child
First off all
Let's get a few things straight:
This Death Row and I'm the new teammate
Nigga, your crew seen fate
We drop it fast
Watchin' bodies get carried
Like shoppin' bags
I ain't seen y'all up in the
'hood since niggas was rockin' Shaq's
Standin' by this hot nigga
Your s'pose to burn
Lets make a toast to Death Row's return
Ya heard?

Act like you knizzo, nigga this Death Rizzo
Niggas throw ya hands up
Bitches get on the flizzo
Bangin' on you bustas in the two-triple-izzo
Kickin' in the dizzo
And that's so for shizzo


Oh you niggas thought it was over and done?
I told you a soldier would come
Run for both of your guns
While you got that chronic
Smoke in your lungs
Open your mail, there's a picture inside
Of me chokin' your son
You're broke than a bum
Need to rap over some fatter samples
You Roger Troutman out-settin' a bad example
In fact, should of had you gaffled
In back of the tabernacle
When you was tryin' to have
Sex from that tramp
With the adam's apple
I never understood why they
Was hatin' on Crook'
It's all just good 'cause the whole
'hood was waitin' on Crook'
I don't battle rap groups
I put switches on Cadilac Coupes
Nigga, that's how the strap shoots
I still beat the hell outta fat dukes
While you cowards act cute
I teach these rap
Soup-eatin' niggas how to stack loot
Gats to tuck
Can't tell you cats enough
The first thug label in the world
That's wussup
It's Death Rizzo

Yo we still crackin' and smashin'
For some real action
I'm still the best thing to happen
To LA since Phil Jackson
So all of you marks tuck in your chain
Or on your next video shoot
You'll be be lookin' like
You just got jumped
In the game
For the Row it's nothin' to bang
Fuckin' ya game
Thuggin' the same
Lovin' the game
You catch a slug in your brain!
You'll be alive at 5: 25 and dead by 5: 30
Call me a trashman beacuse
I always ride dirty
We draw crews and clickin' them
It's all cool
Cause y'all fools is all too soft
We harder than law school curriculums
Stickin' up 64 victims a minute
Twistin' ya minute
Balistic off the most
Viscious hylosingenics invented
I drop a line
Rock a rhyme
Shock ya mind
Cock a nine
Stop ya time
Rob ya blind
Rhyme 'til the block is mine
You can't hit Crooked I you sound dope

This Death Rizzo