Mr. Ivan - All Crossed Up Lyrics

[Ivan Talkin]
Me my self I gotz a problem with these hoes tryna cross a nigga up
But Ima have to blast on these hoes if they ever try to step
But check it out as I run it down to ya

[Verse 1]
Its hard to get my serve on runnin from F.B.I
Survelance like I'm f*ckin' playin I-Spy
They tryna bust my ass fa 12 Ki's of Cocaine
But all I got is a rock and I'm given em false names
I slip as a long dick with extra vaseline
Them niggaz up on my block is gettin skripped when i hit the scene
Steady ass nigga, I'll puttin whippin's on them niggaz ass
Everyday artillary, I'm holdin a hockey mask
Creepin to my rock spot, quiet as the f*ck
I rocked up all my coke, packaged my shit and get the f*ck
I'm all crossed up by a stinky ass bitch
Who's lookin from above and suck a crusty ass dick
I left the tramp screamin, shot her twice up in her face
I left that stanky bitch and didn't leave a, leave a trace
I'm surrounded by one time, now I'm on the run
"A Suspect with a bag of coke and a Tec-9 gun"
I fled to the Florida and opened up shop
I'm chillin on Cockress with a hand fulla rocks
Fiends see my face, they know to break before they checks
They come to point the scraps but then they know what to expect
I gets my dough they go headed straight into the project
Before they leave my set, they bin is spin, that hoe checked
See I aint givin a f*ck cause I'm a money hungry nigga
A niggidy as gangsta sellin crack and gettin bigga
A dirty ass ball game like Will Smith been kickin it
And motha f*ckin dog ass hoes are there with bitches, and get me All Crossed up

[Hook]
All crossed up them hoes will have you on yo back
But i dont give a f*ck cause I'ma still slang my crack
All crossed up them hoes will have you on yo back
But i dont give a f*ck cause I'ma still slang my crack

[Verse 2]
I reach on the set, I gots to change my, clothes
So I'm not ratted out my them funky ass, hoes
I gots to watch my back cause on the streets I cant, sit
One Time's on me nutz and tryna take me on a, trip
And motha f*ck them Melphs man, them bitches cant faze me
The only way I stop sellin' my shit is if they pay me
The only way they catch me is if I start to blast
Gotta be dead, cant see me cause I always got my Hockey Mask
Always keepin a clip in, neva caught slippin, keepin 'em trippin
Nigga I'm comin out dead or alive quarter birds I'll be flippin
A hustler on the rap page and good thing its a sale
Crack up on your dick and (???)
Takin' a puff of that powder, I'm hopin like the king
You tried to test me nuts, now I'ma have to split ya wig
Cause I'm all crossed...

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Nigga I got me rocks and I could start makin' fiends drop
Nigga them rocks make you flip ups and when I'm shootin I neva stop
Biatches! If you come in my way with that short shit
The second I pull my shit you betta start runnin bitch
I know you gots your crack so lil daddy up it
With the Tec stickin dead in ya back, and if ya move nigga f*ck it
I'm shakin, taken, never no fakin, never no taken and taken a nigga do not what I am
Biggidy blast leavin them niggaz stankin
Thats on the real, I'm a stone born crack dealer
A.K.A mister, mister Blast, Mister cap peeler
Also known fa pullin' a drive by with a hockey mask
Biggidy, Biggidy blast slangin that crack up on ya donk-ay
Shoot you in ya head until ya dead aint givin a f*ck
I'll still go sell my shit but still I'm all crossed, all crossed...

[Hook]
All crossed up them hoes will have you on yo back
But i dont give a f*ck cause I'ma still slang my crack
All crossed up them hoes will have you on yo back
But i dont give a f*ck cause I'ma still slang my crack
All crossed up them hoes will have you on yo back
But i dont give a f*ck cause I'ma still slang my crack

[Ivan Talkin]
yeah, Thats how I do it for you ole busta ass hoes
That be tryin to rat a nigga out behind they shit
Because a nigga doin good, you think you could come, f*ck wit a nigga
But it aint bout all that there
Nigga still gon get theirs
F*CK you ole dog ass hoes
Bitch I'm all crossed up and you'll be flat on your f*ckin back bieetch