Messing With My Cru Lyrics - Akinyele

(alisha hill) - hook 

Messing with my cru (2x) 

We will kill you (2x) 

You don't have a fucking clue (clue) 

What we came to do (2x) 

You don't have a fucking clue 

What we came to do (2x) 

(akinyele) 

Ha I roll on your doo like bamboo 

Man listen 

Ak-nel 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 magesty 

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 (? ) 

All the above I've done the like austrailia 

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 off there feet like dust pans 

You get touched man 

Messing with us man 

Hook 

(akinyele) 

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 ak-nel 

You know I rock well 

I keep the gun point cocked like fucking barbells 

Who the hell 

Want to touck this veteran 

Murder is the medicine 

Fine I'll stop the peddaling 

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 

You headed for a wake 

I through 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 

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 pensylvania your blood straight redden 

Get it redden pensylvania 

You want to shoot a fear one 

I might swing my hands like macarena 

Hook 2x