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Crew Love (from "Belly" soundtrack)

 

Crew Love (from "Belly" soundtrack)


Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few thugs
Four doves blow dubs holding eight snub
I hold it down my strip, going nowhere
Flip two eight balls trick the dough on low gear
The next week two Os gone
Nigga don't prolong
Play the studio and get my flow on
And sell weight on a later base
My older brother kept guns on his waist in case he air the place
And walk straight up on you fucking crooked niggas
Coming out ya mouth sideways like some rookie niggas
I drink Henny mixed with nothing
My weed and the dutch is something
What you niggas saying nothing
It's Bleek, controlling these streets holding the heat
Reporting for my live niggas just like me what

Ha ha, this is Roc-A-Fella for life
This is Roc-A-Fella for life

You know it's crew love, Roc-A-Fella 'til we die
As long as you and I keep it moving like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggas can't touch what they can't feel, real recognize real
Crew love, Roc-A-Fella 'til we die
As long as you and I keep it moving like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggas can't touch what they can't feel, real recognize real

Yo, I set up shop with nick rocks that'll upset rookies
Make 'em slide like little dicks in wet pussy
Open up the whole strip, like Monopoly
Dare one of ya'll to land on my property
Think you get some dough for my community chest?
Blow blow two to yo chest
Ya'll niggas can't pass go 'cause it cost to pass
Ya'll niggas cheap like Baltic Ave
Type to land on jail can't pay your bail
Wanna borrow from the bank, nigga what you think
I'm the wrong one to lie to
Shit I'm the man who supply who supply who supply you
And ya'll a bunch talk money
I'm trying to get it down for that motherfucking boardwalk money
Two-brick money new blue six money
Peru trip money flew in six money
Taj Mahal trips orange chips money
Long dick money all in yo bitch money
Flow like the flu and spit sick money
Peep hotty's Roc-A-Fella wools route
All black mask down with their tools out
Beanie mack I'll move out
I had niggas running from school picking new routes
Then I'll run and lick a shot make 'em move south
Switch up their last name get a new spouse
Scrambled up some down-payment for a new house
No matter where you go Mack gone find ya
I'm like a shadow nigga I'm right behind ya
I'll blow out ya brains and won't give ya no reminder

You know it's crew love, Roc-A-Fella 'til we die
As long as you and I keep it moving like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggas can't touch what they can't feel, real recognize real
Crew love, Roc-A-Fella 'til we die
As long as you and I keep it moving like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggas 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 niggas can smoke on
Shit I let 'em have it you faggots ain't know my status
Fucking with my mathematics you make us savage
Five nine one six O, light brown
M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek put it down

It's crew love, Roc-A-Fella 'til we die
As long as you and I keep it moving, nigga

Aiyo I pray to the God MC to bless me
With a ill ass flow and sick ass dough
Where it don't make no sense that hundreds and cents and
Thousands of dollars ice freezes my collar
Where I need a turtle-neck to rock my check
And a pair of isotoners to rock my rings
Get the signing bonus know mack topping them things
Flip twice rip that crew then I'm dropping my thing

Nigga it's crew love

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