[Intro]
Treacherous Records

[One-2 & Crooked I]
(Yeah)
One-2
Yeah
Crooked I
Uh (Crooked)
(It's One-2)
Uh, uh
Yeah (New shit from the streets)
One-2, uh
Yeah (One-2)

[Verse: One-2]
It's the return of the O to the N-E-T-W-O
I'm known as a great rhymer
Leavin' a hater cut like coke with baby powder
I'm a blaze your whole team, just bring 'em
I serve cats like Asian cuisine
When I'm spittin' more venom than a snake in the grass
Kinda like the women that I've been with in my past
MC's lack skills, think you ill with wack raps
You drop shit with two butt cheeks, still you half-assed
Abstract image is vividly painted by my voice
We above you like neighbors, who love to complain about the noise
Sick of little boys claimin' to freestyle in sessions
When rhymes have been prearranged like the presidential election
Crooked passed me the TEC and I start blastin' these fags
Make your white T-shirt look like a Japanese flag
I'm a captain, in fact, my Xpand soldiers salute me
Put their hands to their caps (Salute)
818's where we at
[Refrain: Crooked I]
Now what
We see your phony ass n***as on the video
We hear you phony ass n***as on the radio
But if you phony n***as come our way
We gon' put you in the dirt
Mafucka, you don't hear me though
We see your phony ass n***as on the video
We hear you phony ass n***as on the radio (Phony n***as)
But if you phony n***as come our way
We gon' put you in the dirt
Mafucka, you don't hear me though (Y'all don't hear me though)

[Outro: Crooked I]
Yeah
The muthafuckin' mixtape for the streets, n***a
It's all about brand new L.A. heat
None of that other shit you're used to
N***as with skills
That's what the fuck we all about
Dynasty Records, n***a, the empire
Rollercoaster Rims, the rimpire
And these n***as can't fuck with us
Holla