Messin' With My Cru

歌詞

Messing with my cru Messing with my cru We will kill you We will kill you You don't have a fucking clue (Clue) What we came to do What we came to do You don't have a fucking clue What we came to do What we came to do Ha, I roll on your doo like bamboo Man listen, Aknel stay in condition like shampoo There ain't a man who can handle Once I back slap you or clap you Bullets in your skin like a tatoo Now back to reality, you ain't as bad as me I get down for my clan till they call me your majesty Nigga fat as me still fuck with strategy My dick stuck way up where her blatter be But that don't matter see, I'll serve your ass like Andre Agassi Fuck tennis, you dealing with a straight menace Wailing on your ass like Venice Well uh, got it sewn like a tailor Float like a sailor, truck like a trailor Scope with the [Incomprehensible] All the above I've done the like Australia Straight bailing you out, one call from jail Aiming you out like Master P, that's what we be a about I got ammunition for those dissing This ain't R&B, that's why I'm skipping all that rip shit I land one with the hand gun You could go ask Charles and he'll tell you I'm the motherfucking man, son My gun had bust many mans, watch many mans Get swept the fuck off, there feet like dust pans You get touched, man, messing with us man Messing with my cru Messing with my cru We will kill you We will kill you You don't have a fucking clue (Clue) What we came to do What we came to do You don't have a fucking clue What we came to do What we came to do Ha, I'm untouchable like Elliot Ness My foot will lay you down to rest And bless you with that Russell Simmons saint And say thanks for coming out and God bless Bow, fuck that bullet proof vest I got hollow pistol leave you with the bullet infested in the chest It's the Aknel, you know I rock well I keep the gun point cocked like fucking barbells Who the hell want to touch this veteran Murder is the medicine, fine I'll stop the pedaling Bullet in your brain leave your head in pain On the ground you'll be laying reaching for exceteran ceteran, ceteran But fuck that headache 'cuz you headed for a wake I threw the gun in the lake, so they don't see me upstate Now they don't have a clue and shit Around the way I see your name written on the walls Like rest in peace in you and shit Your crew they ain't doing shit Your mom's talking about the city had you suing it Ha, I got the name Michael inbreded on the mack 11 They send punk niggas on the highway to heaven You want to see God hit you with about seven You want to see God hit you with about seven Like you shop in Pennsylvania, your blood straight redden Get it redden Pennsylvania, you want to shoot a fear one I might swing my hands like Macarena Messing with my cru Messing with my cru We will kill you We will kill you You don't have a fucking clue (Clue) What we came to do What we came to do You don't have a fucking clue What we came to do What we came to do Messing with my cru Messing with my cru We will kill you We will kill you You don't have a fucking clue (Clue) What we came to do What we came to do You don't have a fucking clue What we came to do What we came to do