Fav Crooked I Verse

[Native American]

I personally cant drop one but i luv the lyrics dudes dropped on here, damn Crooked Sic !!!!!!!!

but i would have to choose that trac he did with Luniz - Girl......thats when the turning point came for me... CROOKED I !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

damn can n-e 1 post that for me, i just want to stream it in some good ass quality !!!


nice thread +1

[GottiValentino]

his verse from Step Up

[salkku]

his verse from Step Up

[thebayinthebildin]

"Name me one busta who came raw/He'll get his body chopped as quick as a nigga wit' butta fingas jugglin' chain saws"

Gangsta rap ain't dead, it never died - it took steroids to the head and became Crooked I"

"Ill throw you over the hedges
with bullets holes in your khaki suit
and you'll die behind a Bush
like Iraqi troops"

"acrobatic flow, asthmatic, sick psychopathic rappers back at it, skip the craftmatics, sleepin' on the baddest illmatic attic is just ass backwards, peep the mathamatics, no more semantics from that crack attic, the flow is black magic!"

"Like a portrait of Malcolm X, this the art of leadership"

You kids can't see me, I'm a rated-R screen"

"I'll serve him at the drop of a dime/
Fuck a written, off the top of my mind/
I cock diesel, Crooked's in his optimus prime/
In 10 minutes I thought of this rhyme/
My bottomless mind is too deep"

"Pull out the Ferrari I shit on opposition, I look in the rearview and I see my competition
I ain’t talking bout people behind my position, I’m talking bout my reflection
I’m my only competition"


just to name a few... gdamn !!!

yea bruh ^ i also was feelin his flow on 'the boss' soooo many sick lines

'this is dedicated to bad chicks on me web-os/
the ones that want me followed around by joey greco/
from cheaters/
they scared to call they know i let go of heaters/
and shoot up the camera crew/
hoes get in my way they get the hammer too/
get it poppin like shabba do/
have a fued/
scatter cadaver the avenue/
havent you?/
heard that i spit on street beats/
since i was lil nigga watch me spin on beef street/
dont know skills put my shit on repeat/
still dont know put my shit on each week

^thas my shit

[FuckTheWorld]

I personally cant drop one but i luv the lyrics dudes dropped on here, damn Crooked Sic !!!!!!!!

but i would have to choose that trac he did with Luniz - Girl......thats when the turning point came for me... CROOKED I !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

damn can n-e 1 post that for me, i just want to stream it in some good ass quality !!!


nice thread +1

"girl" is dope as fuck classic


http://www.divshare.com/download/1042526-bd8

Verse 2: (Crooked I)

She was a gangsta ass bitch, the greatest of all time
She took my heart and my mind, turned me to a life of crime
Now I'm, under pressure to impress her
I wake up, put on my bullet proof vestin
Grab my Smith & Wessin off the dresser
Then I, hop up in a chopped up rag Tre
When I, cross your path you're havin a bad day
Cause I, make the automatic mack spray
Gimme the cash, she taught me to get mine the fast way
I creep on ballers while they blaze joints
I'm snatchin caine boulders and jackin Range Rovers at gauge point
Under hypnosis, robbin the closest nigga
The diagnosis - psychosis, the cirrhosis is from doses of liquor
That I'm sippin by the picture, tryin to ditch ya
But when ever she get ya, the bitch'll be witcha for richer
Or poorer, through sickness and health
Eyewitness, if I shake this mistress I can handle business myself
But I love her so much I'm stuck in her clutches
I talk about her, can't walk without her, she's my crutches
She showed a young nigga how to check grip
Connectin me with the correct licks to collect chips
And if I leave her, no question I'm destined to hurt
And she's the reason half of the homies are restin in dirt
It's Crooked I next, I'll probably get dropped by some metal (metal)
Just for comin around my girl (who?), the ghetto (go girl)

[Native American]

"girl" is dope as fuck classic


http://www.divshare.com/download/1042526-bd8

Verse 2: (Crooked I)

She was a gangsta ass bitch, the greatest of all time
She took my heart and my mind, turned me to a life of crime
Now I'm, under pressure to impress her
I wake up, put on my bullet proof vestin
Grab my Smith & Wessin off the dresser
Then I, hop up in a chopped up rag Tre
When I, cross your path you're havin a bad day
Cause I, make the automatic mack spray
Gimme the cash, she taught me to get mine the fast way
I creep on ballers while they blaze joints
I'm snatchin caine boulders and jackin Range Rovers at gauge point
Under hypnosis, robbin the closest nigga
The diagnosis - psychosis, the cirrhosis is from doses of liquor
That I'm sippin by the picture, tryin to ditch ya
But when ever she get ya, the bitch'll be witcha for richer
Or poorer, through sickness and health
Eyewitness, if I shake this mistress I can handle business myself
But I love her so much I'm stuck in her clutches
I talk about her, can't walk without her, she's my crutches
She showed a young nigga how to check grip
Connectin me with the correct licks to collect chips
And if I leave her, no question I'm destined to hurt
And she's the reason half of the homies are restin in dirt
It's Crooked I next, I'll probably get dropped by some metal (metal)
Just for comin around my girl (who?), the ghetto (go girl)

Damn Good Lookin Out For This Homie, But Chec These Mix's I Did For My mixtapes (Free For Download)

02. Crooked I - Young James Brown (HHW Week 5 We Takin Over Super Mix)
http://www.zshare.net/audio/166790381e13f53c/

03. crooked i - new west anthem bigg-dz afmt 2007.mp3
http://www.zshare.net/audio/166792875eba8f38/

06. crooked i feat. sean kingston - thats gangsta bigg-dz mix umsmt.mp3
http://www.zshare.net/audio/166793755061b63d/

and i used him to start of a 16 min mix about Tounge Twistin/Fast Rappers/Double Tyme Spit/etc.....
http://www.zshare.net/audio/5350961c1833e4/

let me kno wut u guys think.....

myspace.com/bigg_dz_music

i do this shit as a hobby and for fun so it's always gonna be free for download and feel free to add me as a friend and share the links as much as posssible.

also tryn to youtube it up....

http://www.youtube.com/BIGGDzMusic

[layton]

that nigga KILLED that forgive me beat

[David Mack]

"The bad guy thats my arrogant title, and suge is the real simon so fuck Amercian Idol!!! Deathrows back!!" Crooked I

[Gamestarr]

Seriously dude has SOOOO many dope lines.. cant pick one.. He said some amazing stuff on Banger On My Lap..

Somethin that starts with This Wes Craven.. from there.. wow..

[Gamestarr]

the getaway hhw is fucking crazy ! lyrical murder at its finest

Verse 1:

Yo, you fuckin with a blade runner
Crooked's a straight gunner
I can freestyle for 8 summers, I'm the 8th wonder
White tee's, 38's under
My bad weather pistol strike like lightning and make thunder
When I wet ya, I betcha get a stretcher when I catch ya
Digest the bullet, my pleasure, high measures
Shots diggin in ya chest, tryin to find treasure
Find me in the city spelled with 9 combined letters
L.O.N.G.B.E.A.C.H.
We ain't jokin' nigga, we squeezin' them 3-8's (Long Beach)
Each day that passes I'm breathenin' poisonous gases 
Spittin straight acid, infectin' the greater masses
Takin' names after kickin' asses, I trashes
Brass knuckles to your stunna glasses like Cassius
King of the cheddar talk, sever whoever with the Desert Hawk
Leave predators dead, I'm forever Boss
When I set it off, You lesbian thespian best be pedestrians 
That means you pussy actors better walk
Funeral service, time to buy some flowers
I know you wish you could rewind time some hours
Change your mind and cower
Instead of gettin' sniped by the rifle tower
Right, you rivals get your life devoured
When I ignite the Howard, Sir, Yes Sir
On my Rise to power, campaigning like Eisenhower
Coming off like a young Darryl McDaniels
Coming off five times a day like arabic sandals
Rich Ghetto American vandals
My necklace on fire
And it light up the room (like) I'm wearin some candles
Whoever's hot I'm gonna scorch ya
You boys are out of order but can not afford waterboard an' torture
Of course I'm a carnivore, I'm the Art of War enforcer
You Brontosaurus slow, to catch me you gotta floor a Porsche
I'm light years from fishing for ideas
I'm itchin' to find peers
I'm switching my minds gears
Dimensions of my fears
All involved fear of what I do to you niggas
Ya Henchman is right here
I got the future visions
I ain't usin' you for missals
I give em the truth and then the youth to listen
We can make money in our sleep
Like kids when they tooths is missin'
All you do is join the new comission
No Paul Castellano, No Sammy Gravano just friends of C.O.B.
The only family that I know
Give us money and power
Give the Grammy's to Bono
Give us love and respect, address me as Intriago
The one who treats the booth like a Synagogue
A Demagog, while y'all get ya Babel on, like my nigga Nimrod
I get my Grand Hustle on, like I'm in the Pimp Squad
And I keep it West, like the leader of the Lench Mob
Lyrical Assassin, the best in the West
Sleep on that and get your eye lids stretched to your chest
B.O. S nigga S,
Burnin' down the compound like I'm Koresh'in (David Koresh) the flesh
Hahaha, Yes!

Aye is there somewhere where it is possible to find HHW lyrics ??

[FuckTheWorld]

"years of misery that my eyes recorded created flashbacks and memories got my mind distorted/
and my only therapy is recording rhymes hoping listeners online support it/
my DOPE lines are snorted/audio coke, let the masses abuse it/
if i couldnt spit classic verses this rapper would lose-it."

"I’m a Maybach, don’t play that
I’m vicious with the Mack, pistol sizzle in your ass
I’m a grave digger like my nigga RZA in the past
Since word is bond I vasectomies tongues
I got niggas doing cardio when I exercise guns"

"what do i think of the industry ? think its a FAG FEST/
rappers wearing their boxers backwards for easy ACCESS/
how you think ge got on? he aint that FRESH/
soon as a rapper die burry him in a black dress"

"You suckas want ruckus then you busters can come and get me
I sex your mama, it’s the mothafucka in me
Hit it doggystyle wearin’ nothin but a semi
Give me a reason to squeeze I’m reachin’ with ease
Knock you from your feet to your knees
Make it easy to bleed
Got a flow so cold
When I’m speaking niggas speakers’ll freeze
It ain’t no secret, I ether MC’s"

"I can cock verses merciless
I write all night like a nocturnal journalist
I grind all night, I’m my block top earner
Know you heard of this
Nigga who pop burners and serve you with the perfectness
I beg your pardon, C.O.B.’s deep
We marchin’ like 300.000 Spartans put you on milk cartons
So many guns in my room, call it the steel garden
Still get a thrill, when I shoot it, my dick hardens"

"Before your sold records your neck was naked
Your wrist was timeless, just like my freestyles
My paper stretch long, call it the Green Mile
The streets made my heart darker than Gotham
Crooked survived the hood now it’s harder to stop him
Even wanna support you whack artists who droppin’
But if I’m banging your shit then I’m part of the problem, wow
I’m hearing rappers complain
Saying the industry got too many Bloods and Crips, watch your lips
C.O.B. Crip Or Blood, Bang your clips
Eastside in the sky and I’m out this bitch"


   cra-z-y

[LooN3y]

"years of misery that my eyes recorded created flashbacks and memories got my mind distorted/
and my only therapy is recording rhymes hoping listeners online support it/
my DOPE lines are snorted/audio coke, let the masses abuse it/
if i couldnt spit classic verses this rapper would lose-it."

"I’m a Maybach, don’t play that
I’m vicious with the Mack, pistol sizzle in your ass
I’m a grave digger like my nigga RZA in the past
Since word is bond I vasectomies tongues
I got niggas doing cardio when I exercise guns"

"what do i think of the industry ? think its a FAG FEST/
rappers wearing their boxers backwards for easy ACCESS/
how you think ge got on? he aint that FRESH/
soon as a rapper die burry him in a black dress"

"You suckas want ruckus then you busters can come and get me
I sex your mama, it’s the mothafucka in me
Hit it doggystyle wearin’ nothin but a semi
Give me a reason to squeeze I’m reachin’ with ease
Knock you from your feet to your knees
Make it easy to bleed
Got a flow so cold
When I’m speaking niggas speakers’ll freeze
It ain’t no secret, I ether MC’s"

"I can cock verses merciless
I write all night like a nocturnal journalist
I grind all night, I’m my block top earner
Know you heard of this
Nigga who pop burners and serve you with the perfectness
I beg your pardon, C.O.B.’s deep
We marchin’ like 300.000 Spartans put you on milk cartons
So many guns in my room, call it the steel garden
Still get a thrill, when I shoot it, my dick hardens"

"Before your sold records your neck was naked
Your wrist was timeless, just like my freestyles
My paper stretch long, call it the Green Mile
The streets made my heart darker than Gotham
Crooked survived the hood now it’s harder to stop him
Even wanna support you whack artists who droppin’
But if I’m banging your shit then I’m part of the problem, wow
I’m hearing rappers complain
Saying the industry got too many Bloods and Crips, watch your lips
C.O.B. Crip Or Blood, Bang your clips
Eastside in the sky and I’m out this bitch"


   cra-z-y

We marchin’ like 300.000 Spartans put you on milk cartons


lol that shit made me crack up.  what song is this?

[FuckTheWorld]

hiphopweekly 18 - uh oh

http://sharebee.com/49f26a5a

[FuckTheWorld]

"Sometimes I freestyle, now I call that flow the no-look
You dont use pens either? good, but you no Crook
I dust your flow of just to show of
Busters know they cant term this hustlers blow of
Face it, you basic, you whack as niggas is gettin' wasted
I reach in my waist and my .38 rip
Bullet stray zip through the air like a spaceship
Hit you under the chin give you a face lift, you aint shit
I'm on some bang, bang Circle Gang shit
Puttin blood on your shoes like Games Hurricane kicks
Get murdered man, with perfect aim get your vertebras clipped
Further pain administer from my burner, same clip
Slip, we wont leave a witness
When you in my city, I hope you know the business" - banger on my lap

"A hard childhood, reflects in the face the niggas
My father figure abandoning me
And got replaced by triggers
Think of the county checks and projects
I grab the chrome
Cause somebody told me
"God bless the child that got his own"
Im looking for missions to get mine far from cockin steel
Im riskin penitentiary time to keep my pockets filled
Police on my line for all of the weapons I conceal
Realisin momma didnt raise me up to rob or kill
So how does it feel to live your life where the grass is greener
And never have to walk with uncle shotty and aunt nina
Knowing you'll probably die before your 21 or older
And  mobbin with the weight of the world on your young shoulders
The more of my homies die the more of my heart'll turn colder
Thats why niggas dont give a fuck to bang or slang boulders
My soldiers are dyin, My peoples are catchin slugs
I hide my pain behind mad dogs and mean mugs
And still nobody understands me " - nobody understands me

"Why you think I got the chainsaw on the artwork
So I can slice your chest open and watch your heart squirt
I’m layin’ iron on these marks like a starred shirt
You mothafuckas ain't pushin’ the line right
You washed up, now you just a whore for the limelight  (yes)
I can close my eyes and see right through you with my mind sight
Kill them phonies when the time’s right
I’m Crooked I, the one your favorite rapper’s scared to mention
Cause I’m out of their dimension
I’m the air to the chair with henchmen
Intentions prepare for vengeance
Bitch niggas should wear hair extensions, yeah
This is my introduction to the US
You don’t know my name? just address me as the New West " boss biter

"You See the weeklys give you a peek into my life,
give your speakers a view,
My musics a movie it features my crew, Its the steriod flow,
Wheres the Mitchell report,
I'm pitching to Cleamans while Barry Bonds sitting in court
They call the flow delicious blow get Hollywood bitches to snort
Sick lyrics of the rediculus sort, let it spread accross the nation
Serve you like Arthur Ashe
Rockin' a mask, so call this Arthur Jason
Yes, my Smith N Wess finesse altercations
Walkin' with chest out like breast augmentation
Lookin' for another gun I can miss use
Like Harris Publication I got is-sues
Like I stepped in dog shit I got ish shoes " - alleyesonme hhw

"I’m every bit of a heavy hitter
What you like, party rhymers or deadly spitters
It don’t matter cause I’m every nigga
They get mad when the Chevy glitter
Don’t be mad, take your best shot
Niggas better be Reggie Miller
I click blast and kill you fake pussy’s
Bodybag zip past your face like Bape hoody’s (zip em)
The pigs grab the case we ain’t rookies (naw)
So let’s get past the chase, you can’t book me (Untouchable)" - hhw bigbrother

"You fellas got this Acapella dropper confused
I chop you with the same velocity
Propellers on helicopters’ll use
Undercovers never stoppin’ my moves
Check his posture, his speech hella proper
I smell a copper my dude (pig)
Through telescopic optical views I spot ya
Then pop ya balloon
You fuck like a cock in a womb
I’m operatin’ under the moniker Doctor a doom
Inaugurated top goon by the Dodger platoons
Feel me, you soon to see lunacy soon as rifles fire
I go psycho, stupid like Goliath, dude is Michael Myers
When I’m holdin’ a gun
Unload it till I’m the only one like a unicycle tire
Rider, get your ass brapped if you hard
Face clapped past Captain Picard   
Yeah, I got them straps in your yard
That brap make you dance with the stars
Give a damn who you are
Dude I blam you to Mars
Plug ‘em like brand new guitars
Caps shedder tattoos and crack dude apart
Yes y’all, I’m the B.O. double S y’all
Of the whole West y’all, yes y’all
Let’s brawl, let’s crawl
Kevlar vest your best car
Shit I pack crack your chest war
My mind’s a metaphorical oracle
When I’m recordin’ it opens a door to a portal
That makes it explore able for mortals
The journey is historical
To all the corridors of my inner course 
Where war is adorable, you feel me
Where being not hot is unaffordable, you feel me
When you find out them other niggas horrible
Next week…" - hhw go getta

"They say the truth shall come to the light
I guess the spotlight is on me when I’m clutchin’ a mic
Clutchin’ it like chrome pipes
Not the kind you find under a bike
The kind that make swines run for your life
All you best rappers alive
You make a nigga laugh till i cry
Put the cash up, dance with the ‘I’
You can be the best rapper alive after I die
Then I come back twice, rappin’ with the passion of Christ
Married to the streets
Made her sign a preen up
Takin’ my paper to the grave, bury me G’d up
LBC’d up, yeah, C.O.B.’d up
So far ahead, you meth heads better speed up
Niggas pop pills, getting’ E'd up
Me, I’m addicted to Lunesta cause I do it in my sleep what?!?!
B.O.S.S.
See you next week, haha!"  - hhw stright to the bank

damn ! crooked needs to come out with a book with his rhymes this shit is deep.
 

[Native_Joe99]

"Crooked spits like his ghostwriters' a genius"

"rollin thru da hood in a mclaren f1, wearin a vest and a gun, bangin krs-one"

"me fuckin a lesbo in a chevy astro, call her Dick Van Dyke!"

thats wut i can remember right now, but i kno i heard harding ones, alot have already been mentioned.