FucWidUs

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[Intro: Crooked I] Jim Gittum from Hell No Yeah It's like this here, homie Big Suge, Eastwood, Spider, Big Foot, Gail Gotti, Virginya Slim, Danny Boy and [?] Kurupt Young Gotti Yeah Monsta muthafuckin' O-O Yeah Ganxsta muthafuckin' Ridd Uh huh Yeah And Darren, the beat banger, Vegas Let's go Woo [Chorus] They fucwidus Yeeeah Yeah, they fucwidus And Murder Inc. ya know They fucwidus You know Yeah, they fucwidus Niggas at Rap-A-Lot C'mon They fucwidus Yeah Yeah, they fucwidus And my niggas on the West Coast streets They fucwidus All day Yeah, they fucwidus [Verse 1: Crooked I] Well I never been a cop, but I do carry choppas to stop crime Reach for my shine watch how quickly I pop mine Hit you with the Glock 9 You shoulda pumped your breaks like a nigga with a shrine at a stop sign It's Crooked I, I was raised by drug pushers I jump out the bushes and shoot till your blood gushes The .38 sparker When it bark, it'll straight depart ya I shoot with the aim of a great archer Doin' it since Michael was a couple of shades darker With the heart, that's dark as the shades on Ray Charles Ya mark What you tryin' to set trip about? I hit you so damn hard, saliva'll exit your mouth Point tec's at your house While your on the couch, sexin' your spouse I'm sick as niggas infected with gout Some, maybe sick, he's sicker I squeeze triggers Evict your spirit Make niggas bleed liquor Heat clicker Lookin' for strippers thick as [?] Clap the heat, in fact, I'm Jack the Beat Ripper That's Crook C'mon Young hoes lovin' the name When I was young, yeah, I started the untouchable gang (U-gang) Now we deep enough to fuck up the game nothing's the same Tuck in your chain before I cut your jugular vain Straight razor that throat Your life will be on some Dear John, letter shit End on a bad note That's dope [Chorus] They fucwidus (Yeah) Yeah, they fucwidus Husters worldwide They fucwidus (C'mon) Yeah, they fucwidus Niggas flippin' birds They fucwidus You knew that Yeah, they fucwidus My bitches in the strip club They fucwidus What up mami? Yeah, they fucwidus [Verse 2: Crooked I] Send goons to ya door to destroy ya Some warriors that'll send four through the door of your 4-door Sequoia Now, go get a lawyer I get away I know where to annoy ya Hold the gun out, unloaded and floor ya And I know to avoid the boys in blue A soldier decoyer ya boy did enough dough to employ ya Potent as hell Strap tot'n his will Fuck with us and receive a black rose in the mail That's the first sign a cats goin' to hell Gat blowin' cats, switch your afro with a shell Why you punks wanna front hard? You get dumped on in your front yard I'm a walking gun charge Deep as Leviathan I be complex like vitamins with niacin Crooked I [?] Put a gun under your chin, just like a violin Keep the pistol firin' from Long Beach to Ireland Spittin' at a quick rate, I don't lift weights Gun will lift a nigga 6'8, leave him fish bait And I drink enough liquor to piss lakes I'm wanted in six states for murderin' mixtapes (Yeah) Can I put it to you any clearer? Only nigga fuckin' with me is the man in the mirror And you niggas leaving notes on my car Remember, I know where you and your family are Muthafucka [Chorus] They fucwidus Yeah Yeah, they fucwidus My nigga from protocol They fucwidus Yeah Yeah, they fucwidus The untouchable gang They fucwidus Yeah, they fucwidus My niggas from the booya They fucwidus Ha, ha Yeah, they fucwidus Yeah, nigga Thats how it goes down Shouts out to I-Funk records, big mugs Yeah Demitrius Capone, Julius Luciano, Andrew "Dice" Dinero, Kenny Siegel, and I'm Dominick Intriago, the squad boss, otherwise known as Crooked I, the bad guy Darren Vegas Westcoasanostra shit This shit for my muthafuckers in the projects This for Watts, Compton, Hawthorne and Carson Niggas this for Long Beach on the Eastside, Northside too Thought niggas knew We ain't goin no muthafuckin' where Death Row is muthafuckin' back And ain't a nigga on the streets of the West Coast that can touch ya boy, young Crooked Ya'll got beef? Let's gooo