Crew Love Lyrics

Verse 1: Memphis Bleek

Yeah check it yo

Yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck

And I also toke guns in case my drama Pop up

It's Cru Love, I spit two at every few thugs

For doves, blow doves, holdin eight snub

I hold it down my strip going nowhere

Flip two eight-balls, trick the dough on low yeah

Then next week two O's gone, nigga don't prolong

Play the studio and get my flow on

And sell weight on the later base

My older brother kept guns on his waist in case he aired the place

And walked straight up on you fuckin crooked niggas

Coming out your mouth sideways like some rookie niggas

I drink Henny mixed with nothin

My weed in the dutchess somethin, wit you niggas saying nothin

It's Bleek, controllin these streets, holdin the heat

Reportin for my live niggas just like me, What?

Chorus: Jay-Z

Haha, this is Roc-A-Fella for life, This is Roc-A-Fella for life, uh

You know it's Cru Love, Roc-A-Fella till we die

As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive by

We can stack dough sky high

Niggas can't touch what they can't feel, real recognize real

Cru Love, Roc-A-Fella till we die

As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive by

We can stack dough sky high

Niggas can't touch what they can't feel, real recognize real

Verse 2: Beanie Siegel

Yo, I set up shop with nick rocks that'll upset rookies

Make you slide like little dicks on wet pussy

Open up the whole strip, like Monoploy

I dare one of ya'll to land on my property

Think you gettin some dough from my community chest? Jay - Crew Love - http://motolyrics.com/jay/crew-love-lyrics.html

Bloow, bloow, two to your chest

You niggas cant pass go, cause theres a cost to pass

And ya'll niggas cheap like Baltic Ave

Type to 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 of talk money

I'm tryin to get it down for that mother fucking Boardwalk money

Two brick money, new blue six money

Peru trip money, flew in six money

Taj Mahall trips, orange chips money

Long dick money, all in your bitch money

Flow like the flu and spit sick money

Peep how these Roc-A-Fella whos rout

All black mask down with they tools out

Beanie Mack I move out

I had niggas runnin from school picking new routes

Then I run a niggas shop make em move south

Switch up they last name get a new spouse

Scramble up some down payment for a new house

No matter where you go, Mack gonn find ya

I'm like your shadow nigga, I'm right behind ya

I blow out your brains and wont give you no reminder

Chorus: Jay-Z

You know it's Cru Love, Roc-A-Fella till we die

As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive by

We can stack dough sky high

Niggas can't touch what they can't feel, real recognize real

Cru Love, Roc-A-Fella till we die

As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive by

We can stack dough sky high

Niggas can't touch what they can't feel, real recognize real