Phony

Lyrics

[Intro] Treacherous Records [One-2 & Crooked I] (Yeah) One-2 Yeah Crooked I Uh (Crooked) (It's One-2) Uh, uh Yeah (New shit from the streets) One-2, uh Yeah (One-2) [Verse: One-2] It's the return of the O to the N-E-T-W-O I'm known as a great rhymer Leavin' a hater cut like coke with baby powder I'm a blaze your whole team, just bring 'em I serve cats like Asian cuisine When I'm spittin' more venom than a snake in the grass Kinda like the women that I've been with in my past MC's lack skills, think you ill with wack raps You drop shit with two butt cheeks, still you half-assed Abstract image is vividly painted by my voice We above you like neighbors, who love to complain about the noise Sick of little boys claimin' to freestyle in sessions When rhymes have been prearranged like the presidential election Crooked passed me the TEC and I start blastin' these fags Make your white T-shirt look like a Japanese flag I'm a captain, in fact, my Xpand soldiers salute me Put their hands to their caps (Salute) 818's where we at [Refrain: Crooked I] Now what We see your phony ass niggas on the video We hear you phony ass niggas on the radio But if you phony niggas come our way We gon' put you in the dirt Mafucka, you don't hear me though We see your phony ass niggas on the video We hear you phony ass niggas on the radio (Phony niggas) But if you phony niggas come our way We gon' put you in the dirt Mafucka, you don't hear me though (Y'all don't hear me though) [Outro: Crooked I] Yeah The muthafuckin' mixtape for the streets, nigga It's all about brand new L.A. heat None of that other shit you're used to Niggas with skills That's what the fuck we all about Dynasty Records, nigga, the empire Rollercoaster Rims, the rimpire And these niggas can't fuck with us Holla