Crooked I - Hit 'Em Up lyrics

It's Valentine's Day so you know what that means I might have to f** yo b**h! ... You ain't seen a crew like C.O.B. since Thug Life Talkin' Demi Capone, Sauce the Boss and Young Dice Intriago, Luciano, we dump pipes Kenny "Desert Eagle" Siegel make men become mice It's a crew thang, man we Mobb Deep like we Wu-tang Dip through any set where red and the blue hang Ok, I got screws loose, my brains is loose change Tools aim from here to the Ukraine Walk in my air force ones I'm still in the hood, that's why I wear more guns As soon as those slugs become airborne, run I got me some enemies, I don't care for one. n***a therefore It's me and my crew, call us piranhas Knowing if we growing today, we taller manana And I still rock a Rolex through all of the drama The presidential got a black face call it Obama Circle Of Bosses, motherf**as better be ready My sixteens better than every, the veteran's steady Get cream, my twin set of berettas is heavy M-beam spot your adam's apple better than Eddie Get cheddar and fetti forever and never be petty Sasquatch got me high as the head of a Yeti Yet he, still, maintains composure Compose a cla**ic for my g**nin' soldiers Tryna get money, gotta slang caine and doja Be safe on the streets, cause BANG-BANG is over (BLAOW) Pistols doing dreadful things Give you a 360 halo and Redbull Wings AK got your door looking like it's a jar Shots knock the driver out the other side of the car n***as tryna be hard, bullets fly, you can die in your yard EASTSIDE, Crooked I is a star With my C.O.B. alliance n***as buying the bar You know the signs dime pieces waving high from afar Treat the inside of they panties just like a guitar Play wit it, but never stay wit it, a straight menace WE HIT 'EM UP