Crew Love Lyrics - Jay-z

* the version on Belly has an extra[Memphis] 

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 niggaz 

Comin out ya mouth sideways like some rookie niggaz 

I drink Henny mixed wit nothing 

My weed and the dutch is somethin 

What you niggaz sayin nuttin 

It's Bleek, controllin these streets holdin the heat 

Reportin for my live niggaz just like me WHAT 

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Haha 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 

Niggaz 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 

Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real 

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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 niggaz can't pass go 'cause it cost to pass 

Ya'll niggaz 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 

Paroo 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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-I-S 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