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Crook For Life Lyrics

Crook For Life by Mr. Pookie  

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Crook For Life Mr. Pookie]
I'ma jump it off straight up rippin
pop my clip in best beware to tha nigga dat's trippin
over there think I see em
finna ta get him, who came wit him
Nigga stay in yo place
Dont know who sprayin tha mase
But I betcha motherf**kers betta move
'fore I get in tha mood and what? straight act a fool
Pass it fool you niggaz 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 nigga
Off of Audelia nigga
Outta my face or I will kill a nigga
Betta yet steel a nigga
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**ch 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 nigga
So keep yo eyes on the night, cause I jus might
hit 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**k wit me

[K-Roc]
Get ready for tha Armageddon war
betta load yo sh*t, get ready to die b**ch
Stoneycrook niggaz'll creep and then crawl
Bustin at niggaz and breakin they jaws
In paws a nigga, 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 nigga rip that b**ch
Soljaz like you neva have seen
On tha block we all mug mean, my team stay green
Money that is, crooked ass niggaz have nuthin to give
Takin yo money and evictin yo b**ch
Open yo mouth get shot in yo ribs
Who in tha f**k do you think that you are?
f**kin 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**ch
My pitbull needed some f**kin meat
Streets are no longer safe 4 kids
A nigga might flip and cut out yo ribs
Enter tha devious thoughts of niggaz from Stoneycrook
That's how we live - torture his ass, strangle his ass
rip out his heart then laugh at his ass
Stoneycrook niggaz are causin confusion
And bustin at niggaz we goin at

Chorus [x2]

[Mr. Lucci]
Awww sh*t now its on
nigga 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 nigga wanna squish it
Stay on my grind so I dont spend sh*t
So wha's the deal b**ch
Gotta drill sh*t
Til you feel sh*t
But focus I'll still spend
Workin I'm a kill kids
Niggaz fallin down like a nigga 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, nigga 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**k 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 nigga looked
Then played by tha book
Young life got took as tha body shook
b**ch I'm the king you tha rookie know the bait
that the pen create
Cause you a mark b**ch 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**k a friend or a foe
Make a nigga die slow
Trail trail the logo
That a nigga 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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