JAY-Z, Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek - Crew Love lyrics

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
Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub
I hold it down my strip, goin nowhere
Flip two eightballs trick the
Dough on low gear the next week two O's 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 fuckin crooked niggas
Coming out ya mouth sideways
Like some rookie niggas
I drink Henny mixed wit nothing
My weed and the dutch is somethin
What you niggas sayin nuttin it's Bleek
Controlling these streets holdin 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 till we die
As long as you and I keep
It movin 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 till we die
As long as you and I keep
It movin 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 wit
Nick rocks that'll upset rookies
Make 'em slide like li'l 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?
Blaow blaow two to yo chest
Ya'll niggas can't pass go cuz
It cost to pass
Ya'll niggas cheap like Baltic Ave
Type ta 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 tryin to get it down
For that motherfuckin 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 wit they tools out
Beanie mack I'll move out
I had niggas runnin from
School pickin new routes
Then I'll run and lick a
Shot make 'em move south
Switch up they 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

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
Fuckin with my mathematics you make us savage
Five nine one six O, light brown
M-E-M-P-H-IS Bleek put it down

Its crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long as you and I keep it movin, nigga

Aiyyo I pray to the God MC to bless me
Wit 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 signin bonus know
Mack toppin them thangs
Flip twice rip that crew then
I'm droppin my thang

Nigga it's crew love