The Alchemist, Sheek Louch, J-Hood - Boost The Crime Rate lyrics

[The Alchemist, Sheek Louch, J-Hood - Boost The Crime Rate lyrics]

(D-Block) Some gangsta shit right here
(D-Block) We gon' need niggas to
Bust they guns on this, i ain't gon' lie
Alchemist, this crazy here, daddy
This gon' cause a riot street shit
(Grown man shit) , Sheek
Louch nigga, D-Block, nigga

I eat, shit, sleep breathe the hood
Holidays I make sure niggas Easter good
Lil' niggas need work, I let 'em fuck up wood
Dirt weed, Sheek Louch been OG'd
This street shit, homie, you can't buy it
Can't learn it (Nah)
Don't ask me why I drink and don't burn it
Don't ask me why I load the hammer
If I'm goin' to chill
I don't know who comin' to kill
Look in my grill, see how smooth it feel
It ain't tryin to get cut cause you dusted
That's my word
Imma clap till the guard is busted
With my niggas all over
Your dogs like mustard
Grimey niggas can't be trusted
I rather you catch me with the burna
Then bid like a motherfuckin' man
These faggot niggas takin' the stand
I get at you when I come home
That's the plan (What up)

Clap, pop, bust, squeeze
Boost the crime rate, boost the crime rate
Grip, paw, stab, shank
Boost the crime rate, boost the crime rate
Base, coke, weed, wet
Boost the crime rate, boost the crime rate
Body, done, it's over for son
Boost the crime rate, boost the crime rate

Another gangsta one, right here
We gon' need niggas to bust
They guns on this one
I ain't gon' lie, y yo, yo yo

Where you want it, nigga
In the melon or on your stomach
Who want it? We're packin' oowaps
The size of trumpets
Something in the kitchen, fuck a restaurant
I'm a hood chef
Scrape the fuckin' job until it
Ain't no fuckin' bass left
We ain't only with the gang
We're starting a revolution
Destroy tracks like I don't give
A fuck who produced 'em
I'm angry at the world, so don't bump me
Jerk i'll poke you and turn your white
T to a tye dye shirt
Who wanna get murked, who wanna get battered
You fuckin' faggot? I'm starving
Get out my way 'cause
I'm a motherfuckin' savage
J-Hood, respect the name, I been told niggas
Sitting back thinking 'bout all the
Dimes I sold niggas
Them ballas'll put you right up on
Your ass like a chair
Take both of your earrings and take
Both of your than melon nigga on his stomach
I'm in the kill him, Louch, pass the trees
And turn fyour volume up as uar
It go and knok ait d-Block t
King over the game, niggas need to stop itS

Clpe, pop, bust, squ eze
Boostthe crime rate, boost the crime rate
Grip, hawk, stab, shank
Boost the crime rate, boost the crime rate
Base, coke, weed, wet
Boost the crime rate, boost the crime rate
Body, done, it's over for son
Boost the crime rate, boost the crime rate

(D-Block) Haha, yeah, Sheek Louch
(D-Block) J-Hood, Alchemist on the boards
(D-Block) Haha, D-Block (D-Block) d-Block

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