[Mr. Pookie]

Jus anotha day, chiffin hay, in North Dallas

C-Pone jus called me up, now I'm about to hit tha shower

Took me bout an hour, and now I'm creased down in my Polo

I'm makin these niggaz hate today, by wearin a crooked logo

Watch out for tha blow hoe, and leavin you bitches in tha mist

And if you niggaz dont trip on me, then I wont bust yo shit

Plus my click be tha ruffest, not sayin we tha toughest

But Stoneycrook niggaz, been known to come out wit tha ruckus

Fuck you who say fuck us, and all ya'll niggaz who be hatin'

Cappin, cause you can't fade me, runnin up on me daily

But baby, its mo' complicated, than you can see

Words lose all meanin', when niggaz see niggaz gleamin'

So dont you even think that you can get outta this

So bitch, to get me to this point, you must really got me pissed

I'm twist and dismember, choppin down nigga timber

Kodac moment remember, this crooked nigga a Rippla



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Whatchallwannado? If you trip, then we bomb first

Pull out tha guns first, chiff until I lungs hurt

I know bombin', but Tha Rippla finna bomb worse

Look at us come first, best believe be bomb worse



[Mr. Lucci]

Welcome to tha wild, wild west, tha southside, its me, a killa

Fuck Billy tha Kid nigga, it's Lucci tha Wig Splitta

Like Tyson a hard hitta, toe tag deala

A brain spilla, body chilla, mind thrilla, fuck it, killa

On tha grind for my scrilla, rhymin' hard, workin strong

Chiffin smoke up in my long, still my whole bag gon

I live long, for doin wrong, cause wit my crooks, man its on

Leave a nigga dome blown, or up shit creek, all alone

For bumpin his grill, he must thought he was go cheat one, 4 real

Now he killed, 6 feet he feel, surrounded by mob skillz

Crooked is as crooked does, like crooked thugs

And crooked hugs and crooked slugs and crooked luv

It aint neva enuff, until I whip it out my holsta

Cocked back ready to roast ya, on every wanted poster

Stayin' high like a vulture, inflictin' pain from smoke

Those crooked soljaz smokin, let tha coroner dispose ya



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[C-Pone]

I been quick to cause a tragedy, fuckin wit my faculty

Bullets sprayed rapidly, now they died from my fatality

Fuck those who try to battle me, this rap shit is a mastery

Bomb viciously, leavin tha whole scene full of catastrophes

Hollow my calvary, when I feel danger in tha mist

Now I'm pissed, wit a clutched fist

Around they Ashton and my 45th

No mo lift, in these shady niggaz in fleets

We be deadlier than a weed blunt dipped in Phaldahyde and Morphine

Sparklin' clean up through tha industry

Lyrics at yo weak feet, they notice me

Due to my unique style of Texas poetry

Blowin these, wack MC's, who refuse to give our props

Platinum hitz from tha Stoneycrook click, til we all sittin on top

When Tha Rippla drop, best believe we comin wit bombs

Turnin' yo average house party, into a modern day Vietnam

Run up if you want some, we clash like Titans

Aint no collaboration deadlier than Stoneycrook and I come



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