Crooked I - Just The Tip Freestyle lyrics

rate me

I say fuck … and …

So my video you never seen

I never see saw how these industry niggers

Could talk about that real hip hop

Behind closed doors, flip flop

Then you wonder why the fuck a nigger miss Pac

Because you turning this hip hop to kids bop

Bitch stop

I’m exercising my freedom of speech

While we at it, give some freedom to Mitch

And a hustlers who grew up in the gutter

Trying to eat on the streets

Guess … he really want me on a leash

I’m a pit bull, forming at the grill

They wanna put me to sleep

Just so my bitch can have my puppies the moment that I’m killed

We multiply and when I die

I got music that I want to be released

I wrote it in my will

So beyond the grave, I could show you how I feel

A life after death release to show you that I’m ill

Who cares if industry niggers keep it real with me

Thanks to slaughterhouse … you got a deal with me

Maybe the stigma of death row is still with me

Maybe you coped out, you niggers acting real with me

That’s why fuck with the blogosphere

Too many execs got it back was like the drum track from Paul Rivere

They trying to put a filter, on which all should hear

I walked out the office when niggers start talking weird

Jump in the SL6, the hard top,

Call a … be meeting at the homie cigar shop

This is how we gonna take over the game

Stay independent ah, take over the fame

Later charge him double for that whole ass shit

Every check looking like Oprah wrote that bitch

We beat the Matrix like a program glitch

Looking 10 years younger nigger, so damn rich

Sob hoodie and the jeans are …

Brags blowing up like … do

You sick of bullshit music, I believe you

Like a baby that’s 24 months I’m yelling me too

That’s my whole thing, this is my whole dream

My whole team, the illest movement the globe seen

I never rest, gotta get it in a hurry

Cause sleep is cousin of death, ask Conrad Murray.

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Thanks to nakrul