mr.pookie crook 4 life Lyrics

I'ma jump it off straight up rippin
pop my clip in best beware to tha n____ dat's trippin
over there think I see em
finna ta get him, who came wit him
n____ stay in yo place
Dont know who sprayin tha mase
But I betcha m_________ers betta move
'fore I get in tha mood and what? straight act a fool
Pass it fool you n____z 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 n____
Off of Audelia n____
Outta my face or I will kill a n____
Betta yet steel a n____
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____ 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 n____
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 f___ wit me
[K-Roc]
Get ready for tha Armageddon war
betta load yo s___, get ready to die b____
Stoneycrook n____z'll creep and then crawl
Bustin at n____z and breakin they jaws
In paws a n____, 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 s___ and pistol grips, Pastor Pookie n____ rip that b____
Soljaz like you neva have seen
On tha block we all mug mean, my team stay green
Money that is, crooked a__ n____z have nuthin to give
Takin yo money and evictin yo b____
Open yo mouth get shot in yo ribs
Who in tha f___ do you think that you are?
f___in 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____
My pitbull needed some f___in meat
Streets are no longer safe 4 kids
A n____ might flip and cut out yo ribs
Enter tha devious thoughts of n____z from Stoneycrook
That's how we live - torture his a__, strangle his a__
rip out his heart then laugh at his a__
Stoneycrook n____z are causin confusion
And bustin at n____z we goin at
Chorus [x2]
[Mr. Lucci]
n____ throwed in the zone
get cha ready for the real s___
Sippin down Pill s___
But tha trill s___
Bust ya real quick
When a n____ wanna squish it
Stay on my grind so I dont spend s___
So wha's the deal b____
Gotta drill s___
Til you feel s___
But focus I'll still spend
Workin I'm a kill kids
n____z fallin down like a n____ did s___
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____ 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___ 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____ looked
Then played by tha book
Young life got took as tha body shook
b____ I'm the king you tha rookie know the bait
that the pen create
Cause you a mark b____ 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___ a friend or a foe
Make a n____ die slow
Trail trail the logo
That a n____ 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]