Crook For Life

[Mr. Pookie] I'ma jump it off straight up rippin pop my clip in best beware to tha nigga dat's trippin over there think I see em fuck who came wit em Nigga stay in yo place Dont know who sprayin tha mase But I betcha motherfuckers betta move 'fore I get in tha mood and straight act a fool Pass it fool you niggaz can't hold us Continuous throwin these boulders Dont act like nobody ain't told ya These crooks came to uphold ya Take notice of clicka nigga Off of Audelia nigga Outta my face or I will kill a nigga Betta yet steel a nigga Feel Tha 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 its our time Lyrical homicide Stakes are high voltage, still blowin,still smokin, stillchiffin Up in this game we aint tip toein See tha dope blow and Ima weed fiend Finna bleed steam nigga So keep yo eyes on the night, cause I jus might get yo crib now where you live I'ma crook 4 life Chorus [2X] Lay it down I'ma crook 4 life If u feel it will you ball wit me Lay it down I'ma crook 4 life You don't wanna fuck wit me [K-Roc] Get ready for tha Armageddon war betta load yo shit, get ready to die bitch Stoneycrook niggaz'll creep and then crawl Bustin at niggaz and breakin they jaws In paws a nigga, neva, betta load this glock Im sick of thisbullshit Ammunition be totted 4 dayz, ready to blast all up in yo face Fake hazin shit and pistol grips, Pastor Pookie rip that bitch Soljaz like you neva have seen On tha block we all mug mean, my team stay green Money that is, crooked ass niggaz have nuthin to give Takin yo money and evictin yo bitch Open yo mouth get shot in yo ribs Who in tha fuck do you think that you are? Fuckin wit much as I blew up yo car Leave yo body all ripped and blown Like K-Roc hittin that Abatrois Bodybags in front of yo 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 4 kids A nigga might flip and cut out yo ribs Enter tha devious thoughts of niggaz from Stoneycrook That's how we live - puncture his ass, strangle his ass rip out his heart then laugh at his ass Stoneycrook niggaz are causin confusion And bustin at niggaz we goin at Chorus [x2] [Mr. Lucci] Awww shit now its on nigga throwed in the zone get cha ready for the real shit Sippin down Pill shit But tha trill shit Bust ya real quick When a nigga wanna squish it Stay on my grind so I dont spend shit So wha's the deal bitch Gotta drill shit Til you feel shit But focus I'll still spend Workin I'ma kill kids Niggaz fallin down like a nigga did shit Grab my weed cause I feel quick And I'ma tilt it, lift it, twist it in tha bud smoke I'm into green, nigga love to choke Followed by a Newport Cloud 9, high and a crooked flow Reached in my jeans wit tha low spoke glock tote, no joke Crook loch on my chest, fuck tha rest Done seen tha best, finna test Tryin to jest mess around When surrounded by paramedics Cops sayin tha press release Addressed my issued blues And payin dues to tha crews Actin fools wit tha Stoneycrook Last time a nigga looked Then played by tha book Young life got took as tha body shook Bitch I'm the king you tha rookie know the bait that the pen create Cause you a mark bitch that's a born fact Never see a crook actin like that We'll get down on stacks Work our mind, make our money, make a track Dallas got bread by the stacks Ballers in Pallas, Bourbons, Jeeps on Sweet Killaz so we gottago Neva once been a hoe Finsta pull a kick doe Fuck a friend or a foe Make a nigga die slow Trail trail the logo That a nigga flow fo Sho fo Even take a blo fo To my brotha never say no only thing you want mo Cause I'ma crook, Diabolical Chorus [2X]