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Crooked dice, dice Crooked dice, dice Rolling with Crooked, dice, dice Holding loaded sh*t like rolling with Crooked, Dice, Dice, get it, get it, get it Julius, Kenny, Kenny, Kenny, who we missing? Oh, Demetrius Ghost n***as, ghost n***as, n***a now we even I got Ghost Power when I'm squeezing that Tommy Egan You probably eating your vegetables when it's time for beefin' That mean you don't want beef you want a squash like some kind of vegan This the beginning, this the Eve of the Adam's family Graduated from the savage academy Gladiators and we clap at anatomy Calculated when we plannin' a strategy Mental insanity, Amityville My will to kill is so strong that Jesus couldn't take the wheel The Satsui ain't no hotter flow I'm gookin' I show Ryuken, the show Ryuken fused in with the dark hado then throw Hadoukens I told you my flows Akuma in the Kuma tape I boombayeh with the flow I'm using So I see a rapper still on that same sh*t Y'all basic, you ain't bar raising, get off the weight bench Me and my n***as going apesh*t like Bee and Jay sh*t Creating greatness is light work, we call it day shift Every 365 my squad stock rage You can put my entire rap group in your top five Word of advice don't f**k around with Dice That's not wise, I give out Colombian Neckties N***a that's mob ties Wait, you n***as come up missing on forensic files Catch a n***a when he with his Mrs. finna give his vows On his wedding day, let it spray, then I'm in and out I get away with murder you heard of the Simpson trial? Me and my n***as stick together this a brotherhood Y'all don't stick together you ain't even from your brother's hood F**k with us I used to wish a motherf**ker would But I get bored, I wish a motherf**ker could Yeah my family giving these people the business Shoes and Crook formed the group The Beatles linking with Hendrix These brothers compliment each other Like Snoop and D-R-E on Deep Cover I beat the beat up never recover Buzzard beater sh*t, my shot is quick like tryna beat buzzers This is America, I shoot a lethal weapon, D. Glover Got y'all attention now but first you hate it Now you on the Crews' nuts just like Terry's perverted agent I spit aggressive on samples I'm finna behead every one of my compet**ors Their heads is resting on mantels I'm wrecking your castle Better respect it or meet death in war I'm Thanos, my flow smoother than Tesla door handles Yeah, f**k a co-sign, you keep that, we don't need that We the only rappers in this industry that never need stamps I let you motherf**kers have it like a father's day gift Believe that, we giving rappers more shots than Drink Champ's Stop coloring my hair, 'cause these n***as ruined it Now it's like an orgy, everybody is doing it Some even dyed their eyebrows I don't like how these n***as look with my style So on my bright idea, I turned the lights out Like click, switching up is light work Light switch killing n***as night night From my stick leave 'em dead like I hit 'em with a right right quick Leader of the fight sh*t I pilot They do whatever to get chicks I do know Never been a thirsty n***a been had the juice tho These rappers don't wanna see lyricists make it Like their tats is written all over their faces But when they b*t*h, want substance They play this, yo trust me 'Cause I'll bare my soul where my heart like my cuff link I go in, without an enter sign, might end the human race With a line, that's the finish line Would speak on an enterprise for you fans to witness But I'ma keep it to myself because that's family business I'm like a retired mobster that moved to Miami's trenches Resigned from a Slaughterhouse, then he opens a family business And I finally understand why this industry got it out for me 'Cause I really know, the n***as that hung Vanilla Ice off that balcony but back to family business Nobody's rapping iller, pack artillery, strap concealer Reactin' fast as killers like asking a caterpillar to smack up a black gorilla We show you backwards n***as in a lab that you lacking chemistry Go crazy, getting it in Bars get made 'cause they been in a pen Flip those pages, rip those stages, killed your favorite and did it again Most your fans don't know this You get poked by your pimp while he kiss on his trick I'ma call that hocus pocus I been the dopest for the longest Whats my focus I want smoke with your whole GOAT list Like the ghost of Big L wrote this Magnum Opus I'm the closest to the greats n***a Closest to the greats Yeah family business We bust slugs off Y'all drunk off that dumb talk, you hear me Chuck Taylor stepping across a Persian rug That's how a godfather plug walk (Ay) We brung chalk (haha) 'Cause nobody can out rhyme us (Nobody) See us we the coroners That mean nobody can outline us
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