K-Roc - Crook 4 Life lyrics

[Mr. Pookie] I'ma jump it off straight up rippin Pop my clip in best beware to tha n***a dat's trippin Over there think I see em f** who came wit em n***a stay in yo place Dont know who sprayin tha mase But I betcha motherf**ers betta move 'fore I get in tha mood and straight act a fool Pa** it fool you n***as 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***a Off of Audelia n***a Outta my face or I will k** a n***a Betta yet steel a n***a 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 Waited our turn b**h now its our time Lyrical homicide Stakes are high voltage, still blowin,still smokin, still chiffin Up in this game we ain't tip toein See tha dope blow and Ima weed fiend Fitna bleed steam n***a 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** wit me [K-Roc] Get ready for tha Armageddon war Betta load yo sh**, get ready to die b**h Stoneycrook n***as'll creep and then crawl Bustin at n***as and breakin they jaws In paws a n***a, neva, betta load this Glock Im sick of this bullsh** Ammunition be totted 4 dayz, ready to blast all up in yo face Fake hazin sh** and pistol grips, Pastor Pookie rip that b**h Soljaz like you neva have seen On tha block we all mug mean, my team stay green Money that is, crooked a** n***as have nuthin to give Takin yo money and evictin yo b**h 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 k** that b**h My pitbull needed some f**in meat Streets are no longer safe 4 kids A n***a might flip and cut out yo ribs Enter tha devious thoughts of n***as from Stoneycrook That's how we live - puncture his a**, strangle his a** Rip out his heart then laugh at his a** Stoneycrook n***as are causin confusion And bustin at n***as we goin at Chorus [x2] [Mr. Lucci] Awww sh** now its on n***a throwed in the zone Get cha ready for the real sh** Sippin down Pill sh** But tha trill sh** Bust ya real quick When a n***a wanna squish it Stay on my grind so I dont spend sh** So wha's the deal b**h Gotta drill sh** Til you feel sh** But focus I'll still spend Workin I'ma k** kids n***as fallin down like a n***a did sh** 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***a 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***a looked Then played by tha book Young life got took as tha body shook b**h I'm the king you tha rookie know the bait That the pen create Cause you a mark b**h 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 k**az so we gotta go Neva once been a ho Finsta pull a kick doe f** a friend or a foe Make a n***a die slow Trail trail the logo That a n***a 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]