[Intro: Crooked I]
Jim Gittum from Hell No
Yeah
It's like this here, homie
Big Suge, Eastwood, Spider, Big Foot, Gail Gotti, Virginya Slim, Danny Boy and [?]
Kurupt Young Gotti
Yeah
Monsta muthafuckin' O-O
Yeah
Ganxsta muthafuckin' Ridd
Uh huh
Yeah
And Darren, the beat banger, Vegas
Let's go
Woo

[Chorus]
They fucwidus
Yeeeah
Yeah, they fucwidus
And Murder Inc. ya know
They fucwidus
You know
Yeah, they fucwidus
N***as at Rap-A-Lot
C'mon
They fucwidus
Yeah
Yeah, they fucwidus
And my n***as on the West Coast streets
They fucwidus
All day
Yeah, they fucwidus
[Verse 1: Crooked I]
Well I never been a cop, but I do carry choppas to stop crime
Reach for my shine watch how quickly I pop mine
Hit you with the Glock 9
You shoulda pumped your breaks like a n***a with a shrine at a stop sign
It's Crooked I, I was raised by drug pushers
I jump out the bushes and shoot till your blood gushes
The .38 sparker
When it bark, it'll straight depart ya
I shoot with the aim of a great archer
Doin' it since Michael was a couple of shades darker
With the heart, that's dark as the shades on Ray Charles
Ya mark
What you tryin' to set trip about?
I hit you so damn hard, saliva'll exit your mouth
Point tec's at your house
While your on the couch, sexin' your spouse
I'm sick as n***as infected with gout
Some, maybe sick, he's sicker
I squeeze triggers
Evict your spirit
Make n***as bleed liquor
Heat clicker
Lookin' for strippers thick as [?]
Clap the heat, in fact, I'm Jack the Beat Ripper
That's Crook
C'mon
Young hoes lovin' the name
When I was young, yeah, I started the untouchable gang (U-gang)
Now we deep enough to fuck up the game nothing's the same
Tuck in your chain before I cut your jugular vain
Straight razor that throat
Your life will be on some Dear John, letter shit
End on a bad note
That's dope
[Chorus]
They fucwidus (Yeah)
Yeah, they fucwidus
Husters worldwide
They fucwidus (C'mon)
Yeah, they fucwidus
N***as flippin' birds
They fucwidus
You knew that
Yeah, they fucwidus
My bitches in the strip club
They fucwidus
What up mami?
Yeah, they fucwidus

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
Send goons to ya door to destroy ya
Some warriors that'll send four through the door of your 4-door Sequoia
Now, go get a lawyer
I get away I know where to annoy ya
Hold the gun out, unloaded and floor ya
And I know to avoid the boys in blue
A soldier decoyer ya boy did enough dough to employ ya
Potent as hell
Strap tot'n his will
Fuck with us and receive a black rose in the mail
That's the first sign a cats goin' to hell
Gat blowin' cats, switch your afro with a shell
Why you punks wanna front hard?
You get dumped on in your front yard
I'm a walking gun charge
Deep as Leviathan
I be complex like vitamins with niacin
Crooked I [?]
Put a gun under your chin, just like a violin
Keep the pistol firin' from Long Beach to Ireland
Spittin' at a quick rate, I don't lift weights
Gun will lift a n***a 6'8, leave him fish bait
And I drink enough liquor to piss lakes
I'm wanted in six states for murderin' mixtapes (Yeah)
Can I put it to you any clearer?
Only n***a fuckin' with me is the man in the mirror
And you n***as leaving notes on my car
Remember, I know where you and your family are
Muthafucka
[Chorus]
They fucwidus
Yeah
Yeah, they fucwidus
My n***a from protocol
They fucwidus
Yeah
Yeah, they fucwidus
The untouchable gang
They fucwidus
Yeah, they fucwidus
My n***as from the booya
They fucwidus
Ha, ha
Yeah, they fucwidus
Yeah, n***a
Thats how it goes down
Shouts out to I-Funk records, big mugs
Yeah
Demitrius Capone, Julius Luciano, Andrew "Dice" Dinero, Kenny Siegel, and I'm Dominick Intriago, the squad boss, otherwise known as Crooked I, the bad guy
Darren Vegas
Westcoasanostra shit
This shit for my muthafuckers in the projects
This for Watts, Compton, Hawthorne and Carson
N***as this for Long Beach on the Eastside, Northside too
Thought n***as knew
We ain't goin no muthafuckin' where
Death Row is muthafuckin' back
And ain't a n***a on the streets of the West Coast that can touch ya boy, young Crooked
Ya'll got beef? Let's gooo