(Crooked I)
I'm broker then a bitch and I'm sick and tired
I'm feeling like I'm walking in fire
I'm feelin like I'm jojo dancer before I expire
Can I get rich prior
I'm long beach them bullets wiz by ya
Clappa ain't a rappa still it spit fire
It ain't no jobs nobody gets hired
So to escape it junkies get higher
6 in the morning hustling on the corner
Tryin to get out that abyss
I was born and switch me with form
And rumble in the jungle piss me your gonna get
Mixed with no warning
Piss poor got my school clothes from the thrift store
Just a ghetto boy like the 5th ward
So I dropped out thinkin this war
Nigga get yours
Cash over bitches true religion
You see what's going on through the kitchen
We steppin on crack same drug broke
Your mothers back like the superstition
Me and the boys is sellin poison
Like we 3 members new edition
You said we'll die or get threw in prison
If I make a song about it who would listen

(Eddie Fontane)
I'm walkin down the street nigga broke as fuck
Looking for a deuce tryin to patch up
But the change is lose so as we sit down, no doubt
I was walkin down the street with my nigga skinny kinny on my side
Bitches passing by
Nigga won't let a nigga rise so he stuck
That's why I'm walkin down the street tryin to catch the bus
Just to catch the train headed to...
Tryin to to my thang 'cause I just can't stop I can't stop
And it's real as real as it gets

I struggled for years just to breathe in this bitch
So I never forget

(Crooked I)
Some of us die some got throw in prison
I wanna ride for a new position
I wanna make an album about my life but in this music
Business tell me who would listen?
Whatchu wanna hear the truth or fiction?
Petty niggas talkin about they movin shipments
Luke UPS but you BS so your birds wouldn't know what to do with pigeons
Keep it 100 everytime I rock a beat
And I done it deep from the heart I sleep with a gun
I dream about peace but not the one under the pillow mothafucker
Glovk 9 rather rock mics put a stop sign
On the block life slingin hot lines
Over rock pipes then I got it signed
I'm in the spot light
CL600 silver benz makin love to my dividens
Gettin calls from relatives I never knew it all
And niggas that never been my friends
Niggas that never been my friends

(Eddie Fontane)

I was ridin down the street with my top down
Got a bad bitch sittin on my side rubbin on my thigh
Wondering why I'm so mother f*ckin fly and I smile cause she knows
I drop her off pick up one more everyday that's how it goes in every way that's how it goes
I'm ridin down the street with my nigga skinny kinny on my side
In that black on black lac sittin on them 62s man this money shit is addictive
And it's real as real as it gets
It's funny how shit flips so fuck you and that bitch I'll never forget