Artist: Statik KXNG f/ Jessica Quintero
Album:  Statik KXNG
Song:   Dead or in Jail
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

{*Jessica Quintero ad libs in Spanish for first 29 seconds*}

[Chorus: KXNG Crooked + Jessica Quintero]
I came from nothin, I always wanted somethin
They told me I would never succeed, I would only end up dead or in jail
I'm free, I'm alive, I got money
I ain't dead or in jail, nahhhh
I ain't dead or in jail

[KXNG Crooked]
It's funny how you niggaz think you harder then the hardest
Picture me debatin, no time to argue with you artists
If you do a song with me I'm probably just targetin your market
And then I take 'em home with me and win that argument regardless
You hustle to be seen, I read that on a meme
I get paper and disappear, call that vanishin cream
Yeah I do work with the Slaughters
But I'm so on top of my business
that I'll probably go harder as part of the management team
I just step into the booth after I executive produce
And I'm effective as a noose, cause hoes wanna hang
Cook me breakfast in the nude, scramble eggs, I'm sippin juice
And I still conceal steel, that Beretta is recluse
I'm from the Mass Terror era
You from the mascara era, so never ever
compare yourself to that rapper that'll leave your New Era drippin that marinara
For a pair of paramedics to repair ya where you're layin at
I'm sayin cat, get away from me with them Gucci sneakers
You ain't fashion forward as Kanye, I guess we do need Jesus
I'm in my coupe, I'm rockin a few jewelry pieces
Playin some unheard Eminem, like fuck your new releases
Heh, my team can inspire millions
The flow been fire, ask the native N.Y.'ers
Like the Empire Building, I'm just empire buildin
When grown folks are talkin, quiet children (shhh)

[Chorus]

[Interlude: KXNG Crooked]
Shout to, yo
Shout out Jurassic 5
Hieroglyphics
Pharcyde and De La Soul
Digable Planets
And the almighty, A Tribe Called Quest
Yes, uh

[KXNG Crooked]
Let's get back to the jam doe
You rockin with new friends, I'm surrounded by fam doe
That part is mando, I don't understand yo' ass
Get a little fame, get a little name
Then forget the same place from which you came; that ain't who I am doe
Keep shit the same, for damn sho'
And if your dame, is on her best behavior tell her she could text me later
I guess that's kinda boss, but this game made the word boss so lame
I prefer to be referred to as a check creator, slash regulator
Slash nigga that pull your respirator
plug, I'm killin 'em cause this game keep givin me hell
They only want me selling crack so they could give me a cell
But I spit crack to let my freedom ring, now that's Liberty Bell
Fuck it, give me a scale
It's pure dope, I could sell it forever, who better?
Hold up, I beg your pardon - the mac-11 weapon spark
You get severed in several parts
'til a 7-footer is leveled with Kevin Hart, 187's the deadly art
And every bar is cold as the devil's heart mixed with Eric Cartman
I'm the best in every department (yes)
I'm sorry, these niggaz got me hype, man
And this really ain't the type, man
I listen to what you write and everything just sound aight, man
You better off a hype man, who me? Music is my life, man
Yeah

[Chorus] w/ ad libs

[Outro: KXNG Crooked] + (Jessica Quintero)
We out here livin, man
(La la laaaa la la la-la)
Can we live... roll up
(La la laaaa la la la-la)
(La la laaaa la la la-la)