Tookie - Joey Fatts

Tookie Williams, San Quentin

I’m down to die for this bidness

Blue laces in my tennis

This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'

This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'

This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'

If he a opposite, cuz, we get it

This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'

Strapped, trippin', riding out my jurisdiction

This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'

My pops said I won’t see Heaven how I’m livin'

Well, I guess I’ma burn to Hell with this crippin'

Now I’m masked up in that Civic, me and my young Locs

A bunch of wild niggas that’d kill for free but I tip 'em a couple C-notes

I got a young homie that’s 16, and he out here, trappin' shit

Young nigga with a mean shot, I call that nigga «Stojaković»

Blue rag came with my starter, and I got it on me, don’t bother

This why I’m walking like one leg larger

I’m short nigga but a giant to you, barber

Looking like he got sawed up

He got hit with that sawed-off, shotty blew his limbs off

Don’t try us, your bitch wanna ride with us

And bang the hood with a young boss, on Crip

Tookie Williams, San Quentin

I’m down to die for this bidness

Blue laces in my tennis

This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'

This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'

This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'

If he a opposite, cuz, we get it

This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'

I’m back on that bullshit, I just bought a nine with a full clip

Catch you preaching that bullshit, leave a nigga holy in the pulpit

Probably in a carpool with Crips, strapped up, nigga, act up

Have your ass all over Instagram, bruh, with emotional RIP captions

Glock make a nigga jump like Vince Carter

Lil nigga with the nine like Ryan Harper

When he off a pill, know he down to kill

Like a Lex shit starter

Hit your house like a band in the South, we drummin' shit

And this paper chase is a marathon, so fuck you and who you runnin' with

I’m a Long Beach, East side, mad-ass lunatic

Known to drop many nigga when the Ruger spit

And I stand and fit shit

Get a nigga while he sleeping on some Kruger shit

Keep that Nina on my hip like my baby

It’s a, bitch, no safety

Hit your block, making niggas do a 180

If he got cold feet, I’ma cold case him

Tookie Williams, San Quentin

I’m down to die for this bidness

Blue laces in my tennis

This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'

This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'

This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'

If he a opposite, cuz, we get it

This how I’m crippin', how I’m crippin'