Nino Bless, Crooked I, Scram Jones, Saigon - 3rd Degree lyrics

If I cock the biscuit
Somebody gettin' a doctor visit
Listen to 2Pacalyspse and flip
It how 'Pac predicted
A young death but still optimistic
My survival instinct will make me
Go rob the district spit an ox get a grip
Rip you from your eyelid to
Lip with the bitter tip
Your shit will drip a lot
More than a little bit your scar pa?
Uh, huh, you will never get rid of it
Not even laser surgery will
Conceal your disfigurement
Stupid head, my niggas will mark you for dead
Pop lead
Watch the hollow head slug particle spread
Sorry savage I'll introduce you
To body baggage
Have the new body maggots eat you like crab?
Y'all rappers is average my status miraculous
From Paris to where ever my dad is
I embarrass the bad
He pathetic, he inherited weak genetics
P alphabetics, fill it to speed at 1
120 feet per second
Makes a part of my fate to scar the Tri-State
Y'all niggas get ate
Broke down to a carbohydrate
Saigon, Scram Jones
He violate, I ain't gon' make no damn poem
I'mma break that man bone

Look I'm nice when I spit
I don't care if you got hype and you rich
I got the illest MC's rewritin' they shit
You and me?
It's like comparing a four star to a deli
Belly to Goodfellas or Hoodfellas to Biggie
BIG's flow to Diddy's
Or comparin' the 'burbs crime rate to
The south side of any city or Yayo to 50's
Lil' Wayne's wordplay to
Pun's dead-in-the-middle-of-Little-Italy
Scheme lyrically you ain't fit for the game
You ain't shit, I mean literally
You a walkin' shit stain
Talkin' like you did things
You not the gangsta
You just tell they story like Ving Rhames
And now we ain't the same, you and I sonny
Since I've been on
Who took the light from me?
You nice? Get it right dunny
I've been dope since 'Pac was sportin'
A Gumby dancin' behind Humpty
So this rap shit is light money
I hustle whatever the weather
Whether it's night, sunny
I'm here movin' anything that brings dough
You can tell I hustle
I cop everything with singles
And I done been so broke totin' a fifth
Locin' for chips
No angle, no hope to get rich
So lay low nigga
Watch how you approachin' a spic
I'll clip the halo off the
Angel watchin' over you bitch
You niggas don't want it, don't even try
Get your weight up homie, you under size
Nino Bless, Scram Jones and Sai
Throw Crooked I in the mix
And this alliance is sick

I'm sick as scarlet fever
Spittin' bars with ether
For the none believers
I'mma put it down like some carpet cleaner
In my Nature
Gettin' pussy with my father's features
I'm not a player but get
Brains like a Harvard teacher
While these rappers are just cartoons
Like Bart and Lisa
All they do is bubble a little like Orangina
I've been doin' this since Mistadoblina
Way before the beef between
Fif' and Don Cartagena
Before the haterade never used
To taste the shade
Now dudes will cut you like
They play Spades with razorblades
I'm at the airport changing
Clocks like Flava Flav
Still I love New York more than Tailor Made
Give NY power cause dudes is type coward
So I'mma put a cape on
My back like Dwight Howard
Too busy shoppin' the tracks I
Couldn't take the time out
Watchin' dudes cop more crack
Than Amy Winehouse
Now I'm in the stoop, cookin' somethin' awful
And I ain't gonna stop till we
Pop and we all full
So we cuttin' up the pizza
Make the dough fast
Keep the money in the freezer
All we want is cold cash
The beat peddler in the street sector
Known to speak clever and
Rip like cheap leather
They say he a movie, more like the director
On the mic I OD like Heath Ledger

It's your boy Crooked cOB

Idiot W's up with my thumb cuffed
Must I stick my dick in a dumb slut
Just to illustrate you a dumb fuck?
A young buck me and my guns love struck
Get hit with the Magnum like
Enter The Dragon nun chucks
Noon chucks, soon as the moon's up
Me and my platoon movin'
Assume that it's boom's up
With the 45's I carry, I bury my adversaries
Like lies buried in the library
See I'm sick as a witchdoctor
Pickin' which Glock to click pop ya
Sick as script written by Hitchcock
Or lyrics gettin' spit by Big Poppa
Leave a vic hoffa, stick me, I drip Vodka
Fo' fif' cocker i'm a clique shocker
Chaka zulu, stickin' my chest out
Like a chick's knockers bitch, I spit lava
And I rock enough ice to
Entice a slick robber
But nigga you gets nada
All you get is murdered then
Dressed in a silly disguise
Since you a clown, it's a fitting demise
Yeah Crooked calls shots man, wigs can goosh
I don't know how fiction
Looks, just the licks, the jooks
The accountant to fix the books
The foot soldiers to push prescription kush
We just like the system crooks
So fuck the cops and the warden
I spit for my niggas to make history
Like when Iverson crossed over Jordan