[Mr. Lucci]
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Introducin Mr. Lucci, tha wig split loco
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Unfuckwitable crook have yo whole gang in a choke hold
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I run wit 4 niggaz that's so cold and I'm known for gettin dirty
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I smack niggaz for 30-30's, dispersin slugs in a hurry
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Cant let no nigga disturb me or interrupt me when I'm on my mission
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Watchin these niggaz scurry from choppers wit clip extentions
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All hataz be flinchin when I appear in they dimension
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Strivin on bad intentions puttin niggaz life up on suspension
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Jus aint a normal nigga, I be that diabolical figure
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Straight weeded left all dead, they braided up lookin slicker
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Crooked scissorhands and Tha Rippla got my back down 4 whateva
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I'm a 16, smokin clever, 155 A devil
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AKA tha crooked rebel wit a neck full of gold and ice pebbles
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All my Stoneycrook brothaz stay flossed out to tha top level
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Mr. Lucci neva settle wit punk boyz on hate shit
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Whoopin niggaz azz, quick and fast like an agent on Matrix
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Who dat blowin big killa in tha back of tha club
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Who dat choosin real women while deletin tha scrubs
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Who dat rollin up tha cake, Who's a crook in tha place
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Who dem ipsy tipsy playaz from Tha Lone Star State
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We tha cats you dunno takin ova thangz
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We tha cats who don pulled akickdoe on tha game
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We tha ones wit tha guns, we tha crew wit tha juice
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We dem crook typed playaz boy dont let us get loose
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[Mr. Pookie]
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Open yo eyes wide playa, take notice of me
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Aint no quittin while I'm rippin, no intentions to flee
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Got my calvary posted now tell me, wha ya'll wanna do?
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Got no time for ya boastin ya think ya bad wit yo crew
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Now who's tha victim left to breath on tha mic
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He cant handle me really so now he agged and wanna fight
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I'm tha hype of tha party, tha ammo and a clip
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Take a breather 4 I leave ya face down where you sit
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And tha competition, oh they get flattin by bows
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Cause we aint bowin down, busta think he bad cause he older
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I'ma show ya, time to pick tha place up in tha check and shit
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And if you aint no Dallas sho nuff to be reckoned wit
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Pick a betta click wit a mass of foes ( And wha?)
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Let tha record show how we surpass em though
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Now wha you maskin 4?
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Who it is? It's Tha Rippla turnin heads when I enter
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Tha Pookie wit tha Mista
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[Mr. Pookie]
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Now we got em lookin got em all up in our grill
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We cant stop we 2 crooked, so its like pass me tha kill
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On tha real, I'm chillin, so they betta make way
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Got Lucci spittin some venom, y these bustaz wanna hate?
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So say wha u say and we gon do wha we do
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Continue to drop platinum azz hitz by tha crew
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I'm used to bein smokin on a regular basis
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Refuse to be, sellin dope and catchin these cases
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I choose to be, tight up on my game like a pro
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Smashin on these hoes, and makin tha big doe
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Behold, Mr. Pookie slash Rippla Jones
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I been livin like a crook since tha day I was born
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On my own homie, I spit tha game how I feel
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Its time to let em all know its about to get real
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Tha deal is playa, keep yo hands off, watch that damn talk
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And proceed to leave so please walk
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Crook Playa
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| Mr. Pookie |
