onslaught 2

yeah

i said once upon a time in a city that's mine

there was a nigga named nickel that spit like big in his prime

he got a 52 box

original tick in the mind

listenin to 'pac and them drop with a prestigious design

my niggaz is dimes

my bitches is dimes

i came up behind eminem in '99 and i took the baton

i been runnin shit ever since then

slaughtered mc's

sit and watchin my green grow

like i'm waterin seeds

the problem with me is i'm the heart of the streets

niggaz callin for peace

they can't even call the police

if i ain't better than you i'm harder to beat

probably cause i live by the art of for-keeps

i get indicted after my product's released

we a different form

a different centrifugal force

every line is like grippin on a stick shift in a porsche

my niggaz asked for direction to go on this track

i said fuck a direction

spaz out! get 'em up high

crooked

and for them wack songs that you made

i want you to throw your pin

but hold the grenade

explode to your grave - and go straight to hell

when your soul is enflamed for the road that you paved

the role that played

in fuckin up hip-hop

you owe so you paid

the fo'-fo' close to your brain

closer than the close shave of a low fuckin fade

don't fuck with me

don't fuck with j-o-e

with nickel we gon' make more cheese

heavy hitter

call me joell david ortiz

i point a burner at the plaque on your teeth

on some leftover shit

it's a wrap on the beef

i'm one in a mil'

comin to kill

it's like you wanting a pill

my gun put your back on the streets

spine on the concrete lookin at the sun

eyelids heavy

why did crooked have to come?