Mr. Pookie - Crook 4 Life lyrics

rate me

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 its our time

Lyrical homicide

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

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

hit yo crib now where you live on crip 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 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 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'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 crip 4 life, Diabolical

Chorus [2X]