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Crook 4 Life Lyrics - Singles - Mr. Pookie

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 

Finna ta get him, who came wit him 

Nigga stay in yo place 

Dont know who sprayin tha mase 

But I betcha motherfuckers betta move 

'fore I get in tha mood and what? 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 it's our time 

Lyrical homicide 

Stakes are high though we're still blowin,still smokin, still chiffin 

Up in this game we ain't 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 

Hit 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 I'm sick of this bullshit 

Ammunition be totted 4 dayz, ready to blast all up in yo face 

Fake hazin shit and pistol grips, pastor pookie nigga 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 - torture 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 it's 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 don't spend shit 

So wha's the deal bitch 

Gotta drill shit 

Til you feel shit 

But focus I'll still spend 

Workin I'm a 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 gotta go 

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 4 life , diabolical 

 

Chorus [2x]