Artist: Crooked I f/ Snow Tha Product
Album:  Not For the Weak Minded {S}
Song:   Not For the Weak Minded
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro]
Music affects your brain
Whether people admit it or not
And you don't have to be weak-minded for it to do so

[Crooked I]
All I wanna do is, go harder and harder
Get smarter than Harvard, go hard with the Slaughter
To keep it one hundred I think the industry
wanna see a nigga like me, depart as a martyr
Walkin on water, the flow is immaculate
Readin off the Dead Sea scrolls as I'm rappin it
The track I'm crashin it
Makin it look like a Cadillac had a bad accident
Cause y'all ain't passionate
Catch a jab to your abdomen, then I'ma tap your chin
I'm a boss, you a applicant
Y'all cats pretend - never ever ever rap again
Crooked I kick it in the hood
Pistol to protect me cause I'm figurin it could
Homie I'm livin like a genie in a lamp
Rub me wrong, I wish a nigga would
Killers ready to get dirty
Some niggaz who dress nerdy who ain't even touch 30
They quiet and ain't wordy, their firin ain't sturdy
I've been a couple of light years from any nigga that wanna discern me
So callate puto~!
+Breaking Bad+ and I'm Tuco
Got the Hublot hangin out the bullet-proof coupe though
If you didn't, now you do know

[Chorus: Crooked I]
Yo light that up, pour that up
Middle finger music, throw that up
Act like this cause we don't give a fuck
(We don't give a fuck) Cause we don't give a fuck

[Crooked I over Chorus]
Light that up!
We run shit out here!

[Crooked I]
Why should I? Man, with my good eye
I could see all y'all snakes so I put my
foot up your ass, kill 'em with success
Look how I pass 'em up, I'm like "Goodbye!"
Million dollar bitches get bucked in the face
If he ain't about money then your husband a waste
I'ma switch the scenery up to a bank
That's how a real nigga cut to the +Chase+
Pour a little vodka, load the Glock up
Then roll some bomb up that'll blow Saddam up
Pull up in the drop with Snow Tha Product
We don't give a fuck is our code of conduct

[Snow Tha Product]
Uhh, yo
I've been, at the shit through past-due rents
Man I've been broke, I've been homeless, shit packed in bins
I've been at this since back when tax bracket shit
was way past any practical math I did
Now I'm halfway past half to a capitalist
Three-fourths day of the year I rap top of the list
Now I'm really gettin my dividends and stackin up big
Gotta go back to where I'm from to mentally handle this shit
Cause I've been a nobody so long
Gotta re-adjust, get a North Hollywood home
Still close enough to deal with bullshit deals
but yet far enough to be where Latin folks roam
All originality with a capital O
So the game wanna see a bitch broke with no soul
So I grasp it tight because a chick like me know
that I would rob these bitches cause old habits die slow!
Look I never been a punk, and I never been a bitch
So you bitches better run, we all know the benefits
Cause your 15's done when my 16's hit
Heard games are for fun but this game's bullshit
Bitch, no I did not come this far to quit
This argument is not even real
Went from not havin a pot to piss to coppin whips
and stocks and casas in hills
All these new bitches talkin but chill
Watch when they get out of pocket, I'll kill
any of them, got plenty of friends, at any event
I'll finish 'em off, no question, no squeal
Yes, I am tired of all you sluts
that been comin in the game cause you bought you butts
And now you wanna claim fame cause some guy you fucked
is givin you a hood pass, should've passed you up
But, yup, of course you lie, sit there and organize
Try to be more than just hoes, umm
Thinkin you sorta tight cause someone wrote you lines
Thinkin you whores have got flow, no
You can record the lies, gimme some more so I
finally listen and hear dough
Cause I've been tryin to hear competition for a goddamn year
and don't hear shit but rip-offs and hoes
Get off the blow, get up and get y'all a show
I have been hittin the road
Buildin my own, little by little but no
I do it all on my own
Yes I got dough, I don't split shit but to roll
Bitch I can show y'all the ropes
All of you hoes that got co-signs, clothesline dry ass
Stale ass bitches need those, I don't

[Chorus]

[Crooked I over Chorus]
Light that up! Yeah
We run shit out here!
We don't give a fuck!

[Crooked I]
Yeah in the underground they put me on, the throne
In the mainstream they say I don't, belong
Talk about a nigga only good for a freestyle
Fuck that, we could go song-for-song
Word, I'm killin the best of men
Get rid of they next of kin, get rid of the pestilence
I give 'em a testament
I'm rebuildin the West and I'm pissin off in the coffin that you rested in
Skinny jeans and leggings, you're anything but legend
I really bring the weapons, the semi beam behead ya
The guillotine'll sever my killin team and catch
all my enemies, I'll bet ya that ten of these'll break you apart!
Yeah, leakin in a puddle
Whole hospital staff meetin in a huddle
Tryin to figure out
how to put your body parts back together just like the pieces of a puzzle
Uh, and I'm gone in the wind
Yeah, I'm gone in a win
I was fucked up, broke, really
Restin my Achilles, I'm ballin again (bitch!)
Never goin broke, say "Fuck that shit"
(Fuck that shit!) Yeah fuck that shit
She don't fuck with Snow, fuck that bitch
(Fuck that bitch!) Fuck that bitch
Like imagination during masturbation
Fuck what you think, what the fuck did you think?
The day yo' opinions can cut me a check
That'll be the day I give a fuck what you think
You weak-minded!