[Hook: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
We from that Crook Class n***a
Graduated from that Crook Class n***a
We graduated at the top of the class
Lyrical murderin' raps up in that bookbag n***a
We from that Crook Class n***a
Graduated from that Crook Class n***a
The minute you give them Horseshoe n***as
A beat and a booth and a mic
Then we finna whoop ass n***a

[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]
When I, get to spittin' these verses
Immediately, you n***as be nervous
Catch you n***as slippin', them Shoe n***as trippin'
We all walkin' on a slippery surface, I'mma:
Hitman I'ma casualty
Get paid murderin' everyone of these wack MCs
If it's catastrophic, I stack the profit
You paid the price, that's why they call it catastro-phe
Crooked I gave me lyrical lectures
Definitely he would measure our efforts
So ahead of the rest, being the best was inevitable
Got better and better with every semester (talk to 'em)
I could launch lyrics or literally let
Llamas put lead through your Letterman's leather
Learn a lesson, you not in my league with lingo
Or language, let alone on my level with letters, ah!
Follow me, but n***a this ain't Twitter
I ain't diggin' you but I'm diggin' your grave n***a
My enemy disappear
You disintegrate if ya: dissin' a great spitter
Wack n***as be cryin', fuckas
If you ain't dumb you'll be silent nocca
I was tested by flyin' bullets and gangbangin'
I passed with flyin' colors
[Hook: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]

[Verse 2: Kenny]
The game's full of fuck n***as and bars like rapin' inside a prison
Dudes claimin' they bosses and ain't really with the business
I usually plan shit but if I decide to
Split your wig, that's me making a split decision
Wait a minute and listen, take a minute to vision me
Sittin' in class without payin' any tuition
Now me and pens go together like women and intuition
Now I gotta get it because I really ain't into wishin'
I've been determined to see a PayDay
So that I can eat off these nutty bars
My class was full of hard workers
I researched how to make crack, yeah I studied hard
Now they can't block the shine like lampshades
We make dope for our fans call it fanbase
We're not you man, we're not human
We probably should be considered another damn race
I would say I don't like killers
But that'll be the pot callin' the kettle black
Got nothing to look forward to I'll leave your heart
Sittin' on the floor, you can have your heart set on that
Feelin' merry with my Mac, married to my strap
Dressed in all black, Ms. Mary Mack
What y'all bring to the table, it's crap
I'm the shit, like a table for craps, you can bet on that
[Hook: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]

[Verse 3: Demetrius Capone]
Graduated from the Crook Class n***a
Graduated from the Ssutt class n***a
That's where I learned how to lyrically cook crack
And then I put that in my book bag n***a
Graduated at the top of my class
High school, pussy ass n***a
I learned how to beat up a beat
And hit you with hooks like a good jab
I lyrically whoop ass n***a
When Pac died the West was given to Crook
Don't believe me shit, ask that n***a Big Suge
Every new rapper on the West they listen to Crook
When they was young and took a page from this n***a book
Ask Dr. Dre and them
Crook reinvented what Pac was sayin' in
A complicated way, and concocted the cadence that rappers from Watts and Compton adopted like adoption agencies
See, every n***a on the Coast
Got a little bit of Crooked in they flow
Because he reinvented the multiple syllable flow
If you a spitter you know, but if you don't know
What the syllable flow - is
That's what I'm doing right now
Spit it reminiscent of a bullet like blaow
Every up and coming rapper on the West either
Copied Pac or they adopted Crooked I's style
[Hook: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
We from that Crook Class n***a
Graduated from that Crook Class n***a
We graduated at the top of the class
Lyrical murderin' raps up in that bookbag n***a
We from that Crook Class n***a
Graduated from that Crook Class n***a

The minute you give them Horseshoe n***as
A beat and a booth and a mic
Then we finna whoop ass n***a (x2)