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Crooked I – 8-11 (Pt. 2)

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Just 1 day after Crooked released “8-11” he came back in the studio the next night and did “8-11 pt2” this time he used a original beat by a local producer by the name of Qwest. This track is more mellow then the last but its still lethal like always. Slaughterhouse album out August 11th and Crooked I’s EP will be out August 18th. What a week it will be for hip hop.

Crooked I – 8-11 (Pt. 2) (prod. Quest)

Don’t miss: Royce Da 5′9″ – 8-11 | Crooked I – 8-11

Previously: Royce Da 5′9″ & Crooked I Talk Nah Right Comments (Video)


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13 Responses to “Crooked I – 8-11 (Pt. 2)”

  1. GorillaJoe aka Chief Ali Says:

    MK47 Says:

    No, American kids are unhealthy because they weigh 400 motherfucking pounds and get diabetes before puberty.
    ——————————————————————————

    THIS.

    Word to this chick that used to feed her daughter “cereo” for dinner instead of an actual meal with vitamins and nutrients.

  2. Remixznflow Says:

    Is scarface the most underrated rapper of all time or….

  3. Big_seth Says:

    Look like the brady bunch… in da hood.

    WTF is up with all the fitteds.

    No one thought “you know what… Maybe I’ll take mines off. just so we don’t look like homos.”

    LMAO. Still can’t wait for this album though.

  4. Los Says:

    original beat? the sample is 99% of the beat? what did he actually do beside add a few drums?

  5. Remixznflow Says:

    [VERSE 1: Scarface]
    You was playin when you was sayin you was ready,
    I’m knowin’ you ain’t mean it when you told me you was tired of life and just wanted to leave it
    you were drinkin,
    so I ain’t really pay it no attention, took you back to your crib and dropped you off with the intention
    of gettin with this Asian chick
    I’ve been offerin (this chick) somethin exquisite,
    I had to spit that game cuz she was vicious,
    I’m hoppin back on 6-10 punchin the drop
    On my way out to her house I started noticing cops,
    Somethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes,
    Normally I wouldn’t consider but out of the blue I’m bustin a U
    I get off where they get off at
    Well-familiar with these streets, this where I came up at
    Roadblocks, yellow tape, “a crime scene” they say,
    What the f**k just happened? I just left this place…
    I get out and started walkin askin Frog, “What’s up?”
    Lookin at me dazed like, “Face, it’s all f**ked up…”
    I move a little closer tryin to see who it is
    then I saw his baby mama in tears holdin his kids…

    [VERSE 2]
    And it was then it finally hit me
    I’m standing here nervous as I can be
    It was nothing that can prepare me for what i’m finna see
    I’m praying this is a dream and i’m bout to awake
    But the closer I got the more I realize fate
    Wasn’t fair to change for me
    And why would I think so
    My homie had a date with death
    He had to make though
    I’m feelin eerie, I’m liftin up the yellow tape
    By the time I get to the scene
    they rollin this away
    I wonder whats under this sheet, my knees get weak
    To the point i had to take me a seat
    This shits deep
    When they put a nigga down that you was raised around
    What was once a minor statement’s turnin’ major now
    Never woulda thought in years that my homie was suicidal
    [ Suicide Note lyrics from http://www.lyricsyoulove.com/ ]
    Had it all money and kids and a wife that read the bible
    They say its life and death in the slum
    He had his reasons I shoulda believed him
    Anotha soul no longer breathin’
    Hate to say it but this one been heavy on my conscience
    My nonchalantness just took a life over some nonsense

    [VERSE 3]
    And everybody thinkin’ its murder, but homicide sayin self-inflicted
    By the way the body was sitting, brains in the kitchen
    Who coulda predicted
    But the detectives who was fishin’
    Fucked up that the family had to see dad in his position
    All i remember was us doin what we did
    To survive in these streets where we lived
    We was kids growin up in this environment
    Nothing but trouble
    You either struggled or you hustled
    Folded the bubble
    Grade school til we dropped out, we had a plan
    We was either finna be rich or die like a man
    We did it all for the love of the hood, every journey
    Imagine seein’ your dawg lifeless across a gurney
    I wonder what was goin on
    You shoulda said that you was feelin’ mad
    I coulda talked you outta that
    But never will i see you again
    Nor will your kids
    Nor will your family or your friends
    Its the end
    Not even words I write in this song
    Can right that wrong
    My nigga is gone and life goes on

    [CHORUS

  6. GorillaJoe aka Chief Ali Says:

    No one thought “you know what… Maybe I’ll take mines off. just so we don’t look like homos.”
    ———————————————————————————

    ROFL

    Word,

    Slaughterhouse is an army, better yet a navy (c) BG

  7. Barbecue Tee Says:

    at least the fitteds are not identical.

    still lmao at Saluti and Beezy.
    back stabbing co-workers FTL

  8. k1ng Says:

    I was heart broken when I found out that the pics of the panamian cricket chicks were fake and photoshoped:(

  9. GorillaJoe aka Chief Ali Says:

    @k1ng

    I kinda sorta knew that was too good to be true

    I mean, how do you assemble a lineup like that

  10. Domino F Says:

    wow i usually cany stand these niggas but this goes hard

  11. Domino F Says:

    wow i usually cany stand these niggas but this goes hard

  12. Potter Says:

    Can’t wait for this album either. What I don’t understand about the fitted hat thing, is why is Royce wearing the NY hat instead of Joell? I mean, Royce loves to rep the D and the Tigers hat is hot too.

  13. Nah Right » Crooked I - 8-11 Part 3 (My H’s On The Side) Says:

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