Crime Writer
When I was ah kid I was packing a sack
I got sent to the store with ah book of food stamps
To get some milk and some f**king bread
The gang sh*t spread vatos busting their led
Bloodshed and they say I'm crazy
I got b**ches talking even bosses ladies
Escupo lumbre at the f**king detectives
Everything in my life got ah little more hectic
The objective was to take me out
So we seen their moves got ah sucker laid out
Hear me now East West and South
Gives ah f**k who you is I put ah glock in your mouth
It's like Blow! If you had some doubt
Ah worldwide G weed sh*tting aloud
It ends now cuz I say it does
Ese I'ma catch ah buzz and lay low for the fuzz
The crime writer got verses from hell
That sh*t he composed will f**king put you right there
Bust heat at the world premiere
But don't say ah word about the sh*t you hear
The crime writer got you losing your sleep
Ese vicious nightmares about the killer that sweeps
Bust heat at world premiere I hope to see no evil cuz
you clipping for real
You can't win if your ass won't play and I don't give
ah damn what you got to say
I know the rules of the game don't apply to lames
and if you want in you gotta kill to stay
Homie serio watch this fall off your face
Before I pull my sh*t out it might catch you and brace
I dumb slays you and translates to six
This more touched zone got you feeling ah fix
This is it heroin and white
Will I ever take ah sleep with this cristal white
Show your right there be guerra tonight
Till the wheels fall off all the bullets it's like
Dos Cuetes y mi perro Veneno
That's the tinta de tatuaje and we getting them pencils
Like I say so loco pass me the mac
BRA! I eraded with cash
The crime writer got verses from hell
That sh*t he composed will f**king put you right there
Bust heat at the world premiere
But don't say ah word about the sh*t you hear
The crime writer got you losing your sleep
Ese vicious nightmares about the killer that sweeps
Bust heat at world premiere I hope to see no evil cuz
you clipping for real
The crimes I write will take you into the night
Big C Rock ignite them mics
It sound right but the frequency low
Whole world wanna know how we get that dough
