Mr. Pookie - Crook For Life Lyrics
Mr. Pookie]I'ma jump it off straight up rippinpop my clip in best beware to tha nigga dat's trippinover there think I see em***** who came wit emNigga stay in yo placeDont know who sprayin tha maseBut I betcha mother*****ers betta move'fore I get in tha mood and straight act a foolPass it fool you niggaz can't hold usContinuous throwin these bouldersDont act like nobody ain't told yaThese crooks came to uphold yaTake notice of clicka niggaOff of Audelia niggaOutta my face or I will kill a niggaBetta yet steel a niggaFeel Tha RipplaRippin you hoes up in his face crushin his flowsYou a disgrace, one to the domeUp in his place robbin his homeTakin it all I'll be down to rideDallas is bound to riseWhere did I turn ***** now its our timeLyrical homicideStakes are high voltage, still blowin,still smokin, still chiffinUp in this game we aint tip toeinSee tha dope blow and Ima weed fiendFinna bleed steam niggaSo keep yo eyes on the night, cause I jus mightget yo crib now where you live I'ma crook 4 lifeChorus [2X]Lay it down I'ma crook 4 lifeIf u feel it will you ball wit meLay it down I'ma crook 4 lifeYou don't wanna ***** wit me[K-Roc]Get ready for tha Armageddon warbetta load yo shit, get ready to die *****Stoneycrook niggaz'll creep and then crawlBustin at niggaz and breakin they jawsIn paws a nigga, neva, betta load this glock Im sick of this bullshitAmmunition be totted 4 dayz, ready to blast all up in yo faceFake hazin shit and pistol grips, Pastor Pookie rip that *****Soljaz like you neva have seenOn tha block we all mug mean, my team stay greenMoney that is, crooked ass niggaz have nuthin to giveTakin yo money and evictin yo *****Open yo mouth get shot in yo ribsWho in tha ***** do you think that you are?*****in wit much as I blew up yo carLeave yo body all ripped and blownLike K-Roc hittin that AbatroisBodybags in front of yo streetBlown out skulls and burnt out feetAsk me why did I kill that *****My pitbull needed some *****in meatStreets are no longer safe 4 kidsA nigga might flip and cut out yo ribsEnter tha devious thoughts of niggaz from StoneycrookThat's how we live - puncture his ass, strangle his assrip out his heart then laugh at his assStoneycrook niggaz are causin confusionAnd bustin at niggaz we goin atChorus [x2][Mr. Lucci]Awww shit now its onnigga throwed in the zoneget cha ready for the real shitSippin down Pill shitBut tha trill shitBust ya real quickWhen a nigga wanna squish itStay on my grind so I dont spend shitSo wha's the deal *****Gotta drill shitTil you feel shitBut focus I'll still spendWorkin I'ma kill kidsNiggaz fallin down like a nigga did shitGrab my weed cause I feel quickAnd I'ma tilt it, lift it, twist it in tha bud smokeI'm into green, nigga love to chokeFollowed by a NewportCloud 9, high and a crooked flowReached in my jeans wit tha low spokeglock tote, no jokeCrook loch on my chest, ***** tha restDone seen tha best, finna testTryin to jest mess aroundWhen surrounded by paramedicsCops sayin tha press releaseAddressed my issued bluesAnd payin dues to tha crewsActin fools wit tha StoneycrookLast time a nigga lookedThen played by tha bookYoung life got took as tha body shook***** I'm the king you tha rookie know the baitthat the pen createCause you a mark ***** that's a born factNever see a crook actin like thatWe'll get down on stacksWork our mind, make our money, make a trackDallas got bread by the stacksBallers in Pallas, Bourbons, Jeeps on Sweet Killaz so we gotta goNeva once been a hoeFinsta pull a kick doe***** a friend or a foeMake a nigga die slowTrail trail the logoThat a nigga flow foSho foEven take a blo foTo my brotha never say noonly thing you want moCause I'ma crook, DiabolicalChorus [2X
