Grey Skies

[Kamikaze]
Yeah yeah, uh check it
I blaze two for them niggas that gets rowdy enough
And shakin up they concrete face till it's gets cloudy enough
I'm 'bout it and tough
Irregular, I can't be fixed
It's middle-finger for them pigs, tell em 'suck my dick!'
I never grew up in the ghetto but I spits that shit
And got a team that'll get you and you won't be missed
I don't drink Cris, you like it at the top of your list
But never figured how you did it 'cause it tastes like piss
I'd rather sip the two fingers till I make me a fist
And take a break from revolutions so I could hit you wit this
You took you first advance money, put it dead on yo' wrist
Or all them big-body strippers wit them big ol' tits
But man I see them same hookers and just blow em a kiss
'cause they the ones who used to dis before I made these hits
Before I had the turkey bacon wit mahamony grits
Before a nigga hit the pits and started rhymin for kicks
Nigga, you fuck wit Kamikaze, you gon' sleep wit the fish
That why when you see me commin, you just creep in yo' six
Nigga, it's 'cause of David Banner that I'm beatin yo' picks
Phinga's at home knee-deep in yo' bitch, nigga ya heard me?
Yeah now that's pimp shit

[David Banner]
One government, one card and one chip
That got Curtis Mayfield, they got Griff
They got the west coast hatin folks on the east
They know we lazy, now we back and ?market the beast?
That paper money, soon they gon' have no mo'
Right now they buildin houses wit computer chips in the flo'
So they know when you at home and when you ain't
And when you use that smart bank card, you in the paint
Let me break it down, they called it the New World Foundation
And when you use it, they know your exact location
And what you spit, and what you spit that ?own is your line?
That leave a mark, now they got that card in your mind
And in your skin, shit don't mean nuttin to them
And then power is the gold passion for us to defend
And when they get that money, yo' value ain't shit
'cause they got all yo' cheese and the see on the chip
Now that's pimp shit bitch
That's pimp shit hoe

[Kamikaze]
Uh, don't playahate, I'm eatin steak, bitch lobster and shrimp
(This is for the hoes man, this is for the pimps)
You know the kind that got them gators, man'll walk wit a limp
The ones that got the girls in the clubs showin they tits
Don't playahate, I'm eatin steak, bitch lobster and shrimp
(This is for the hoes man, this is for the pimps)

You know the kind that got them gators, man'll walk wit a limp
The ones who got them girls in the clubs showin they tits
Ha ha, now that's some pimp shit
Believe dat, that's some pimp shit
(I'ma go 'head and give why'all what why'all want to hear)
Camoflagued in a entourage wit a tour stop approach
Contemplatin my assault to get your wallet, slit your throat
Leave you bleedin on the sidewalk, callin for yo' kin
Then I slide off in the darkness wit some stolen checks again
Ain't it funny, when I passed you wouldn't even shake my hand
Now you give up all yo' money and yo' jewels at my command
Stand in line for twenty hours, application says denied
want to see a 9-to-5 but couldn't work it if I tried
Man you lied, didn't give me my forty acres and a mule
Now it's back to sellin crack to all your children after school
Fools rush, when I rap you better hush, I'm in yo' place
Ain't no chance to see my face, I'll make yo' memory erase
Taste the steel as I point it oh so lovely at your dome
Tell your wife to hit the canvas while I violate your home
Then I'm gone up out the window, if you slip then I'll be back
You know my mind stays on crime 'cause I'm black, that's what you want to hear

[Budz]
I've been around a lot of individuals who think they got game
Claimin they've earned their player badges
Passin on this eroneous information to the masses
'cause they speakin way outside they mental capacity classes
Perpretratin the fraud against God as I observe
And despite what you may have heard
I don't forgive but I do give you what you deserve
Now my homey's kickin these nouns and verbs
Have acquired me to unnerve these cats wit shoddy dialect
Who see women as sex, I see them as another check
Or an opportunity to get my name on a title of a Lex
Havin only paid my respect
Overstand I'm not one-sided
I'm just one up on the misguided sistas and brothas
I'm a capitalist, they lovers
While they buyin red rubbers I'm purchasin briefcases that cover
Green sheets wit caucasians who sold it over our black mothers
People say pimpin lost its morals
I say that must be territorial 'cause my people stay deep like corals
As my coronary and cerebulum collaborate and make me historical
Game recognize game
Intellectuals recognize lame-brains wit fallen poetical aim
While you countin change, we countin for money-makers wit thangs
And muscle-bound man maniacs that maim
Pimp's last mack

featuring Noreaga
[Noreaga]
Yeah yeah
Niggaz is travellin everywhere word up
I perform in the South
You know I put on _Fish'N'Grits_ and shit like that ya heard?
Word up; I perform in the West I put on..
_Ain't Nuttin Like a Sunny Day in Cali For Ni A_ ya heard?
I'm on the East I'm rockin _T.O.N.Y._
In the Midwest I put on a little No Limit or some shit like that
Word is bond

Chorus: Crooked Lettaz
We got that firewater (WHAT?)
y'all want that water-water (WHAT?)
We got that firewater (WHAT?)
y'all want that water-water (WHAT?)
We got that firewater (WHAT?)
y'all want that water-water (WHAT?)
We got that firewater WHAT?
We got that firewater WHAT?

[Noreaga]
Yo, yo
Yo I'msa gangsta, so y'all niggaz, know that I mask
I smoke, mad weed, while I drink a V-8 splash
Niggaz, fuck with me, and you will get smashed
I'm gettin, head in the whip, and I won't even crash
I'm sayin, niggaz don't fuck no mo', all we get is head
Niggaz don't play with bread and butter, all we count is bread
My niggaz from, Mississipp-I, still get high
Off the water-water, slangin quarter-quarter
across the border border, Seargeant Slaughter Slaughter
My Down South niggaz, yo we got mad game
And we both, from the ghetto, so we kick it the same
You call your weed chronic, we call our weed hydro
You call your shit doja, we call out shit gamble
From the Calliope to Iraq, we still get dough
We call a, bitch is a bitch, and a hoe is a hoe
Penalty the label, in New York, we on cable

Chorus
[Crooked Lettaz 1]
Check it out
Basically, you silly niggaz ain't facin me
I turn my back and then you chase me hate me daily
And you attempt to limp like youse a pimp
but youse a shrimp, you can't play me
See we the brothers with the hot tracks
Puttin butter on the hot wax
You want to ball with the top cats
Well you talk about fat gats
You can't rap nigga stop that, got that
You want to act like you cock back
Couldn't hold a nigga jockstrap
We can take it to the streets when the party people meet
tell the niggaz take a seat take a beat and cold rock that
back to the M-I, mill'n-dol'-mill'n-dol'-I
mill'n-dol'-mill'n-dol'-I, humpback, humpback
Watch a nigga jump back, dead I
Spittin that upon the red eye, flyin to the N.Y.
Niggaz high from coast to coast
Keepin it close, put it in a post
E.T. the coach, niggaz want to be me the most
You boast and brag and sport the sag
cause I dope rhyme, niggaz never want to quote rhymes
Try to bite and then you choke rhyme
Rollin up a smoke rhyme
Comin out with your wrote rhyme
Ain't nuttin but some broke rhymes
Me I got the right rhymes, always comin out tight rhymes
Break a nigga see the light rhymes
want to fight rhymes? Naw nigga not tonight rhymes
Get your girl I just might rhyme
And the story go, for the thugs even Nore know
the gory flow, can't be faded
Prayed it down, laid it down, and I'm gone
Take double-steps turn around and show em

Chorus
[Crooked Lettaz 2]
Now it's that Crooked Letta hot shit
Old block rockin locked quick
Rhymes shined with hot spit
y'all speak about shine I write rhymes
then I burn clicks, and give em this
Your platinum plaque's counterfeit
You shipped gold, is what I was told
Your airplay was BOUGHT hits
Payola Motorala cell phones
where you spent all these ends, then he's gone
in the wind POOF, ain't no PROOF, a super sleuth
couldn't find his shoes
I wrap heads, like bad news
And bust bass and blow a fuse
Then I move to Baton Rouge like, Snoop on the move
I'm like Megatron, an underground rap shit phenomenon
I blow up in my Prime (and after that?)
Then I move to Cybertron, with Omega Supreme
But it seems that I gotta sit back and pray (back and pray)
to God that these niggaz won't take me away (why?)
I say it seems that I gotta sit back and pray
to God that these niggaz won't take me away

Chorus
[Noreaga]
Firewater HUH?
You see them niggaz bouncin
want to see them niggaz BOUNCIN
want to see them niggaz BOUNCIN!!
Sittin on whatever y'all fuckin niggaz sittin on
That chrome shit HUH?
Seventeen inch shit
Twenty inch shit
Twenty-two inch shit
Fuck that shit, let the shit glisten
Let the shit GLISTEN
Let the shit GLISTEN!! HUH?
Let the shit glisten! HUH?
If y'all niggaz ain't got a car wash
y'all niggaz need to go Uptown right now
and get your shit washed
And get the inside done up, you feel?
You feel me?
Get that inside done up
Make sure your speakers is blowin
Cause if the shit is at a low level
It ain't even penetratin
Turn the shit the fuck up, HUH?
Thugged Out, Crooked Lettaz, what the fuck is up?
Turn shit the fuck up!

(God bless, these the last days)

(Chorus)
Well is it trill, yeah it's trill, 'bout as trill as it gets
Well is it real, nah man, we 'bout sick a that shit
Well is it trill, yeah it's trill, 'bout as trill as it gets
Well is it trill, it's so trill
Is it trill, yeah it's trill, 'bout as trill as it gets
Well is it real, nah man, we 'bout sick a that shit
Well is it trill, yeah it's trill, 'bout as trill as it gets
Well is it trill, it's so trill

(Crump)
Michelle died on the damn run, runnin from life
I'm gettin stares from these bitches, riches got 'em so shife
Evil lurks in my mind, though I'm tryin to find peace
My mom is payin for a crib, a cracker's holdin the lease
These niggas holdin the piece, cock the hammer, heard it click
Gun held in my hand, but the glock it didn't spit
Niggas takin my shit, I ran my clothes and my shoes
??? robbin a nigga, kill his ass if he move
But y'all ain't killin Lavell, without a fight tonight
Nigga, I ain't never did shit, I been a muthafuckin victim
y'all can have this cash, but let me catch ya ass slippin
I'm bringin drama tonight, and takin back my Scottie Pippen's

(Chorus)

(Kamikaze)
Uh, recognize we some trill niggas with that rhyme,
in the grind, all the time
Free for stylin, through the mind
Laughin Lana's hard to find
Turnin water, into wine, makin dollars, outta dimes
Savin souls we gone shine, watermelon to the rhine
Chicken wings and musket dimes
Ballin off the laker pines
Shake a nigga, to the nines
Swoop his ass up out his vines
Trans bitch, make you rich, pick a style then watch it switch
Maybe y'all can check it like this here, check it
Let me show y'all trill, can a brother get ill
What's the deal if I still feel
like I won't kill 'cause I just can't pay my bills
And my got damn girl won't take her pills
Make a nigga want to play the field, pray for real
Hopin all my partners stay for real
Can you say boy Crooked Lettaz ain't for real?
'Cause we makin that shit that the playas feel
You done made a deal, 'cause ya tape don't hit
Talk that talk, and ya boy can't spit
Ain't no bigger than a small time
Lav, get my money, better find that trick
Stick, move, can't, lose, do them shows, pay them dues
Hip-hop, worldwide, Mississippi, play them blues
Choose life, through the strife
Take some kids, and a wife
Knife, edge, cut a wedge
Keep ya juice and know the ledge
Dead, still, run a mil, south niggas keep it trill for real

(Chorus)

(Crump)
These demons searchin for my soul, they gettin closer and warm
Enemies in pale skin in my physical form
No, it's funny, 'cause I don't even mourn for the day
I can't get these white pictures of Jesus outta my head
The preacher's Bible said there's no depiction of Christ
But then they lie to a brother, now my mind ain't right
'Cause if God is white, and black folks ain't shit
But they know that he wasn't, but they couldn't run the risk
Of their town praisin one who looked more like ???
They rather play in my mind and send us all to hell
But I'm here to tell the truth, fuck the myths and the lies
But what's bad they can't even look me straight in my eyes

(Chorus)

(Crump and Kamikaze-talking)
I'd like to say this shit
wouldn't have ever happened without our man ---,
you know what I'm sayin
He laid this shit down for here, and his little daughter,
you know what I'm sayin
You'll make this trill for us daddy, you know what I'm sayin
So trill, so trill, so trill, so trill, so trill
Much love, everybody that keep it trill
All the trill niggas
Missippii, Jacktown, lil' Africa baby,
everybody in the NY lookin out for us,
Chi-Town, Cali baby, all over the world daddy
It don't matter where you from it's trill everywhere you go
Texas, Atlanta, Tennessee
You know what I'm sayin,
they tryin to make you think the same shit ain't
happenin on the west coast, that's happenin on the east coast,
this shit is happenin to all us worldwide
London, Africa, the same trill shit goin on
Our folks is hurtin, shit is trill, Australia
Bullshit, it don't matter
(Nah man, I'm sick of this shit)
It don't matter, trill right here man,
'bout as trill as it gets, all over,
shit, God bless, God bless
so trill, so trill, straight out a lil' Africa baby
Crooked Lettaz, a new beginning baby
Andre, it's the peace daddy, know that