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Mr. Pookie
Mr. Pookie
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[Verse 1]
I'ma jump it off
Straight up rippin', pop my clip in
Best beware to the **** that's trippin
Over there think I see 'em finna get him
Fuck who came with him, ****
Stay in your place, I don't know who's sprayin' the mace
But I bet you motherfuckers better move 'fore I get in the mood
Straight act a fool
Pass it fool, you **** can't hold us
Continuous throwin' these boulders
Dont act like ain't nobody told you
These crooks came to uphold you
Take notice our clique ****
Off of Audelia ****
Outta my face or I will kill a ****
Better yet steal a ****
Feel the Rippla
Rippin you hoes up in his face
Crushin his flows, you a disgrace
One to the dome, up in his place
Robbin' his home, takin' it all
I'll be down to ride
Dallas is bound to rise
Where did I turn bitch now it's our time
Lyrical homicide
Stakes are high voltage, still blowin'
Still smokin', still chiffin'
Up in this game we ain't tip-toeing
See the dope blow and I'm a weed fiend
Finna bleed steam, ****
So keep your eyes on the night, 'cause I just might
Get your crib now where you live I'm a crook for life
[Verse 2]
Lay it down I'm a crook for life
If you feel it will you ball with me?
Lay it down I'm a crook for life
You don't wanna fuck with me
Lay it down I'm a crook for life
If you feel it will you ball with me?
Lay it down I'm a crook for life
You don't wanna fuck with me
[Verse 3]
Get ready for the Armageddon war
Better load your shit, get ready to die, bitch
Stoneycrook ****'ll creep and then crawl
They bustin' at ****, they breakin' they jaws
In paws a ****, never
Better load this Glock I'm sick of this bullshit
Ammunition be totted for days
Ready to blast all up in your face
AKs and shit and pistol grips
Pass to Pookie, **** rip that bitch
Soldiers like you never have seen
On the block we all mug mean
My team stay green
Money that is
Crooked ass **** have nothin' to give
Takin' your money and takin' your bitch
Open your mouth, get shot in your ribs
Who in the fuck do you think that you are?
Fuckin' with much as I blew up your car
Leave your body all ripped and blown
Like K-Roc hittin that Abatrois
Bodybags in front of your street
Blown out skulls and burnt out feet
Ask me why did I kill that bitch
My pitbull needed some fuckin' meat
Streets are no longer safe for kids
A **** might flip and cut out your ribs
Enter the devious thoughts of **** from Stoneycrook
That's how we live
Torture his ass, strangle his ass
Rip out his heart then laugh at his ass
Stoneycrook **** are causin' confusion
Bustin' at ****, we goin' at it
[Verse 4]
Lay it down I'm a crook for life
If you feel it will you ball with me?
Lay it down I'm a crook for life
You don't wanna fuck with me
Lay it down I'm a crook for life
If you feel it will you ball with me?
Lay it down I'm a crook for life
You don't wanna fuck with me
[Verse 5]
Aw shit now its on
**** throwed in the zone
Get you ready for the real shit
I'm sippin down Pill shit
But the trill shit bust you real quick
When a **** wanna squish it
Stay on my grind, I don't spend shit
So wha's the deal, bitch ?
Gotta drill shit till you feel shit
But focus I'ma still spit
Workin I'ma kill kids
**** fallin down like some chickenshit shit
Grab my weed 'cause I feel quick
And I'ma tilt it, lift it, twist it in the bud smoke
I'm into green a **** love to choke
Followed by a Newport
Cloud 9, high and a crooked flow
Reached in my jeans with the low spoke
Glock tote, no joke
Crook lock on my chest, fuck the rest
Done seen the best, finna test, tryna jest
See them, they surrounded by paramedics
Cops sayin' the press release addressed my issued blues
And payin' dues to the crews
Actin fools with the Stoneycrook
Last time a **** looked
Didn't play by the book
Young life got took as the body shook
Bitch I'm the king you the rookie
Know the bait for the thing you create
Cause you a mark bitch and that's a born fact
You never see a crook actin' like that
We get down on stacks
Work our mind, make our money, make a track
Dollars sitting by the stacks
Ballers in Pallas, Bourbons, Jeeps on Sweet Killaz so we gotta go
Never once been a hoe
Get up, pull up, kick door
Fuck a friend or a foe
Make a **** die slow
Tray O Tray O the logo
That a **** flow fo, sho fo
Even take a blo fo
To my brother never say no
Only thing you want mo'
'Cause I'm a crook for life, Diabolical
[Verse 6]
Lay it down I'm a crook for life
If you feel it will you ball with me?
Lay it down I'm a crook for life
You don't wanna fuck with me
Lay it down I'm a crook for life
If you feel it will you ball with me?
Lay it down I'm a crook for life
You don't wanna fuck with me
Written by: Mr. Pookie, K-Roc, Mr. Lucci
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