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Jay-Z F/ Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek Miscellaneous Crew Love * the version on Belly has an extra verse [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 [Jay-Z] Haha this is Roc-A-Fella for life This is Roc-A-Fella for life [Chorus] 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 [Beanie Siegel] 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 cuz 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 [Chorus] [Memphis] 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 [Jay-Z] Its crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die As long as you and I keep it movin, nigga [Beanie] 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 [Jay-Z] Nigga it's crew love |
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