[Ivan Talkin]
Me my self I gotz a problem with these hoes tryna cross a nigga up
But Ima have to blast on these hoes if they ever try to step
But check it out as I run it down to ya
{Verse 1}
Its hard to get my serve on runnin from F.B.I
Survelance like I`m fuckin` playin I-Spy
They tryna bust my ass fa 12 Ki`s of Cocaine
But all I got is a rock and I`m given em false names
I slip as a long dick with extra vaseline
Them niggaz up on my block is gettin skripped when i hit the scene
Steady ass nigga, I`ll puttin whippin`s on them niggaz ass
Everyday artillary, I`m holdin a hockey mask
Creepin to my rock spot, quiet as the fuck
I rocked up all my coke, packaged my shit and get the fuck
I`m all crossed up by a stinky ass bitch
Who`s lookin from above and suck a crusty ass dick
I left the tramp screamin, shot her twice up in her face
I left that stanky bitch and didn`t leave a, leave a trace
I`m surrounded by one time, now I`m on the run
A Suspect with a bag of coke and a Tec-9 gun
I fled to the Florida and opened up shop
I`m chillin on Cockress with a hand fulla rocks
Fiends see my face, they know to break before they checks
They come to point the scraps but then they know what to expect
I gets my dough they go headed straight into the project
Before they leave my set, they bin is spin, that hoe checked
See I aint givin a fuck cause I`m a money hungry nigga
A niggidy as gangsta sellin crack and gettin bigga
A dirty ass ball game like Will Smith been kickin it
And motha fuckin dog ass hoes are there with bitches, and get me All Crossed up
{Hook}
All crossed up them hoes will have you on yo back
But i dont give a fuck cause I`ma still slang my crack
All crossed up them hoes will have you on yo back
But i dont give a fuck cause I`ma still slang my crack
{Verse 2}
I reach on the set, I gots to change my, clothes
So I`m not ratted out my them funky ass, hoes
I gots to watch my back cause on the streets I cant, sit
One Time`s on me nutz and tryna take me on a, trip
And motha fuck them Melphs man, them bitches cant faze me
The only way I stop sellin` my shit is if they pay me
The only way they catch me is if I start to blast
Gotta be dead, cant see me cause I always got my Hockey Mask
Always keepin a clip in, neva caught slippin, keepin `em trippin
Nigga I`m comin out dead or alive quarter birds I`ll be flippin
A hustler on the rap page and good thing its a sale
Crack up on your dick and (???)
Takin` a puff of that powder, I`m hopin like the king
You tried to test me nuts, now I`ma have to split ya wig
Cause I`m all crossed...
{Hook}
{Verse 3}
Nigga I got me rocks and I could start makin` fiends drop
Nigga them rocks make you flip ups and when I`m shootin I neva stop
Biatches! If you come in my way with that short shit
The second I pull my shit you betta start runnin bitch
I know you gots your crack so lil daddy up it
With the Tec stickin dead in ya back, and if ya move nigga fuck it
I`m shakin, taken, never no fakin, never no taken and taken a nigga do not what I am
Biggidy blast leavin them niggaz stankin
Thats on the real, I`m a stone born crack dealer
A.K.A mister, mister Blast, Mister cap peeler
Also known fa pullin` a drive by with a hockey mask
Biggidy, Biggidy blast slangin that crack up on ya donk-ay
Shoot you in ya head until ya dead aint givin a fuck
I`ll still go sell my shit but still I`m all crossed, all crossed...
(Hook)
All crossed up them hoes will have you on yo back
But i dont give a fuck cause I`ma still slang my crack
All crossed up them hoes will have you on yo back
But i dont give a fuck cause I`ma still slang my crack
All crossed up them hoes will have you on yo back
But i dont give a fuck cause I`ma still slang my crack
[Ivan Talkin]
yeah, Thats how I do it for you ole busta ass hoes
That be tryin to rat a nigga out behind they shit
Because a nigga doin good, you think you could come, fuck wit a nigga
But it aint bout all that there
Nigga still gon get theirs
FUCK you ole dog ass hoes
Bitch I`m all crossed up and you`ll be flat on your fuckin back bieetch
