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mr pookie - crook for life lyrics

mr. pookie]
i’ma jump it off straight up rippin
pop my clip in best beware to tha n-gg- dat’s trippin
over there think i see em
f-ck who came wit em
n-gg- stay in yo place
don’t know who sprayin tha mase
but i betcha motherf-ckers betta move
‘fore i get in tha mood and straight act a fool
p-ss it fool you n-gg-z can’t hold us
continuous throwin these boulders
don’t act like n-body ain’t told ya
these crooks came to uphold ya
take notice of clicka n-gg-
off of audelia n-gg-
outta my face or i will kill a n-gg-
betta yet steel a n-gg-
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 b-tch now it’s our time
lyrical homicide
stakes are high voltage, 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 n-gg-
so keep yo eyes on the night, cause i jus might
get 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 f-ck wit me
[k-roc]
get ready for tha armageddon war
betta load yo sh-t, get ready to die b-tch
stoneycrook n-gg-z’ll creep and then crawl
bustin at n-gg-z and breakin they jaws
in paws a n-gg-, neva, betta load this glock im sick of this bullsh-t
ammunition be totted 4 dayz, ready to blast all up in yo face
fake hazin sh-t and pistol grips, pastor pookie rip that b-tch
soljaz like you neva have seen
on tha block we all mug mean, my team stay green
money that is, crooked -ss n-gg-z have nuthin to give
takin yo money and evictin yo b-tch
open yo mouth get shot in yo ribs
who in tha f-ck do you think that you are?
f-ckin 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 b-tch
my pitbull needed some f-ckin meat
streets are no longer safe 4 kids
a n-gg- might flip and cut out yo ribs
enter tha devious thoughts of n-gg-z from stoneycrook
that’s how we live – puncture his -ss, strangle his -ss
rip out his heart then laugh at his -ss
stoneycrook n-gg-z are causin confusion
and bustin at n-gg-z we goin at
chorus [x2]
[mr. lucci]
awww sh-t now it’s on
n-gg- throwed in the zone
get cha ready for the real sh-t
sippin down pill sh-t
but tha trill sh-t
bust ya real quick
when a n-gg- wanna squish it
stay on my grind so i don’t spend sh-t
so wha’s the deal b-tch
gotta drill sh-t
til you feel sh-t
but focus i’ll still spend
workin i’ma kill kids
n-gg-z fallin down like a n-gg- did sh-t
grab my weed cause i feel quick
and i’ma tilt it, lift it, twist it in tha bud smoke
i’m into green, n-gg- 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, f-ck 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 n-gg- looked
then played by tha book
young life got took as tha body shook
b-tch i’m the king you tha rookie know the bait
that the pen create
cause you a mark b-tch 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
f-ck a friend or a foe
make a n-gg- die slow
trail trail the logo
that a n-gg- flow fo
sho fo
even take a blo fo
to my brotha never say no
only thing you want mo
cause i’ma crook, diabolical
chorus [2x

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