Crackavelli

And now with no further adue

Allow me to introduce first crackavelli

The boss has gotten worse

Don't get the paremedic get a hurse pull up to the hole

Put that bitch off in reverse

I try to murder 'em with every verse

I've done a million shows never rehersed

It comes natural, I'm a natural, you're a casual

Tee if you even think about f* **in' with me

I've came time and time again and again

Off the top of the mind I didn't require a pen

I only wrote when it was premeditated

A mad man lniitic, don't get me agravated

Hits that I've walked straghter and never hesitated

Afiliated related somehow assosiated

With the greatest that ever played

In my city dawg I used to want my peice

Of the pie now I want it all

I use ta just want now I want your's

Catch 'em at red lights

Kick in they f* **in' doors

Make 'em get on the floor and tell ya where it's at

And when they ask who sent ya

Tell 'em big stak mak

It ain't even safe to have your kids

In the car 'cause these fakers know you paid and they know where you are and where you live at, what kind of

Life is that motion censors and gaurd dogs

These people got gaurds dawg

I swear to God I'm not runnin' tell 'em

Commin' if they commin'

Stop al they gum bampin' know I'm

Dumpin' on somethin'

And leavin' empty rounds all over

The ground, you can say one thing

But stak, I put it down

I held tennessee down on the west coast

When you don't go no further left without being in the ocean

Time squre, been there thinkin'

Of young buck, pete gates and mac nair

I swear on everything holy to me

The only way to stop me is

By puttin' holes through me

Ya hoes to me, I ain't scared nereone

Of ya'll and you gonna f* ** around

And make my people burry one a ya'll

We can start a label an call body snatchers

Be the reason they don't show up

At the party after the show

Man I don't need no extra doe

You ain;t trin' ta get robed

For your necklece hoe

(Ha ha)

These rappers with dimonds

And lexas' lookin' a lot like lunches and breakfastes'

Yo ima have to pay my light bill regaurdless

Thus explainin why I'm heartless

7 Albums, hunderd thousands

Local rapped 'em outa towned 'em

Hit 'em hard every swing

Reputaition's everything

Never came fake or fronted

Gave cash villians what they wanted

Anthems, bangers heated sh*t

Imataters eat a d**k

This the the click that started

The whole sh*t, who you really thought

You was playin' with bitch

We keep 'em commin', street flavor

Murder you with a strap for a peice of paper

Stop now? F* *k naw, f* *k stak? f* *k ya'll

Stop the presses call the florest

They sya he's his pronasouras