introducin mr lucci tha wig split loco unfuckwitable crook have yo whole gang in a choke hold i run wit 4 niggas that s so cold and i m known for gettin dirty i smack niggas for 30 30 s dispersin slugs in a hurry can t let no nigga disturb me or interrupt me when i m on my mission watchin these niggas scurry from choppers wit clip extentions all hataz be flinchin when i appear in they dimension strivin on bad intentions puttin niggas life up on suspension jus ain t a normal nigga i be that diabolical figure straight weeded left all dead they braided up lookin slicker crooked scissorhands and tha rippla got my back down 4 whateva i m a 16 smokin clever 155 a devil aka tha crooked rebel wit a neck full of gold and ice pebbles all my stoneycrook brothaz stay flossed out to tha top level mr lucci neva settle wit punk boyz on hate shit whoopin niggas azz quick and fast like an agent on matrix chorus who dat blowin big killa in tha back of tha club who dat choosin real women while deletin tha scrubs who dat rollin up tha cake who s a crook in tha place who dem ipsy tipsy playaz from tha lone star state we tha cats you dunno takin ova thangz we tha cats who don pulled akickdoe on tha game we tha ones wit tha guns we tha crew wit tha juice we dem crook typed playaz boy dont let us get loose open yo eyes wide playa take notice of me ain t no quittin while i m rippin no intentions to flee got my calvary posted now tell me wha ya ll wanna do got no time for ya boastin ya think ya bad wit yo crew now who s tha victim left to breath on tha mic he can t handle me really so now he agged and wanna fight i m tha hype of tha party tha ammo and a clip take a breather 4 i leave ya face down where you sit and tha competition oh they get flattin by bows cause we ain t bowin down busta think he bad cause he older i ma show ya time to pick tha place up in tha check and shit and if you ain t no dallas sho nuff to be reckoned wit pick a betta click wit a mass of foes let tha record show how we surpass em though now wha you maskin 4 who it is it s tha rippla turnin heads when i enter tha pookie wit tha mista chorus now we got em lookin got em all up in our grill we can t stop we 2 crooked so its like pass me tha kill on tha real i m chillin so they betta make way got lucci spittin some venom y these bustaz wanna hate so say wha u say and we gon do wha we do continue to drop platinum azz hitz by tha crew i m used to bein smokin on a regular basis refuse to be sellin dope and catchin these cases i choose to be tight up on my game like a pro smashin on these hoes and makin tha big doe behold mr pookie slash rippla jones i been livin like a crook since tha day i was born on my own homie i spit tha game how i feel its time to let em all know its about to get real tha deal is playa keep yo hands off watch that damn talk and proceed to leave so please walk chorus