Crew Love (feat. Memphis Bleek & Beanie Sigel)

Yeah, check it

Yo yeah, I smoke weed now, I don't give a fuck

And I also tote guns in case my drum pop up

It's true love, I spit to what every few thugs

Four dubs, blow dubs, hold the eight snub

I hold it down, my strip going nowhere

Flipped to eight balls

Tricked the dough on low gear

The next week, two O's gone

**** don't prolong

Play the studio and get my flow on

And sell weight on the later base

My older brother kept guns on his waist in case aired the place

And walk straight up on you fucking crooked ****

Coming out your mouth sideways like some brooky ****

I drink Henny mixed with nothing

My weed in the duchess oven

What you **** saying, nothing

It's Bleek controlling these streets

Holding the heat

Reporting from my live **** just like me

What? (It's just like a felon for life)

This is Roc-A-Fella for life

This is Roc-A-Fella for life

You know it's crew love

Roc-A-Fella till we die

As long as you and I keep in moving like the drive by

We could stack dough sky high

**** can't touch what they can't feel

Real recognize real

Crew love

Roc-A-Fella till we die

As long as you and I keep in moving like the drive by

We could stack dough sky high

**** can't touch what they can't feel

Real recognize real

Yo, I set up shop with nick rocks that'll upset rookies

Make you slide like little dicks in wet pussy

Open up the whole strip like Monopoly

And dare one of y'all to land on my property

Think you're getting some dough from my community chest?

Blow, blow, two to your chest

Y'all **** can't pass go 'cause it costs to pass

Y'all **** are cheap like Baltic Ave

Type to land on jail, can't pay your bail

Wanna borrow from the bank, ****, what you think?

I'm the wrong one to lie to

Shit, I'm the man who supply

Who supply, who supply you

And y'all a bunch of talk money

I'm tryna get it down for that motherfucking Boardwalk money

Too ripped money

New blue six money

Peru trip money

Flew in six money

Taj Mahal trips

Orange chips money

Long dick money

All in your bitch money

Flow like the flu and spit sick money

Blue bodies rock the fellow who's route

All black masks down with they tools out

Beanie Mac

I'll move out

I had **** running from school

Pickin' new routes

Now I run a ****'s shop

Make him move south

Switch up they last name

Get a new spouse

Scramble up some down payment for a new house

No matter where you go

Mac gon' find ya

I'm like your shadow, ****

I'm right behind ya

I'll blow our your brains

I won't give you no reminder

You know it's crew love

Roc-A-Fella till we die

As long as you and I keep in moving like the drive by

We could stack dough sky high

**** can't touch what they can't feel

Real recognize real

Crew love

Roc-A-Fella till we die

As long as you and I keep in moving like the drive by

We could stack dough sky high

**** can't touch what they can't feel

Real recognize real

Me and my road dog been OG's for so long

Spit raw rolled up **** can smoke on

Shit, I let 'em have it, you faggots ain't know my status

Fucking with my mathematics

You make a savage

Five nine one six oh

Light brown M-E-M-P-H-I-S bleek, put it down

It's crew love

Roc-A-Fella till we die

As long as you and I keep in moving, ****

Hey yo, I pray to the God MC to bless me

With an ill ass flow and sick ass dough

Where it don't make no sense that

Hunnids, six cense and

Thousands of dollars

Ice freezes my collar

Where I need a turtleneck to rock my chain

And a pair of Isotoners to rock my rings

Get the signing bonus

No mat

Coppin' them things

Flip twice

Rip that coupe

And I'm droppin' my thang

****, it's crew love