X.O. Teeny - My Crew lyrics

[Chorus x3: Lyrical Mollester] (Crew!) My crew is ill We be working all these days All these n***as come my way Don't care what you say All my n***as wanna get paid All my n***as wanna get paid [Verse: Provoker] You know you can't deny the fact my crew is ill Moving forward, yeah, we Standard Banking on this f**ing sh** All you n***as talking that f** sh** We be swerving, swerving, swerving, swerving hard Trapping, trapping, trapping, trapping hard We them youngest n***as but the illest crew n***as talking p**y, money, weed on that Light the bubbly, put the f**ing weed on that All my n***as wanna get paid like the North God Oh god, we got it. You better go and get it Different b**hes on the same day Moller, Pluto, Jxmmy, Raul, N9ne Lunatiq and FlyPack on this Hol' up, hater, you gon' look at us Come through, we gon' show you something You stupid n***a [Chorus x4] My crew is ill We be working all these days All these n***as come my way Don't care what you say All my n***as wanna get paid All my n***as wanna get paid [Verse: Lyrical Mollester] n***as wanna sound like this We can take it back to the streets to prove you ain't sh** Got X.O. on the beat Making K.O. with the kick I be so fly check the kick n***as wanna mess with the kid n***a, don't f** with my clique All these wanna-be's Trapping like it's eas' Selling all the trees For the f**in' cheese Tryna pay the fees All of my n***as want paper f** an outsider, n***a got no favour k** a n***a faster than he thought, game over Each and every day n***a tryna get sober Damn I be Hova n***a, n***a, hold up See a n***a charged up n***a feeling way up With the whole team we don't flex with no stranger Shoot a n***a from a mile away ike a sniper [Verse: Jxmmy] I'm a hotshot in this mo'f**er Skip the games, ain't no hopscotch in this mo'f**er I don't chase sh** but the top spot Pop-pop, we ain't shootin' n***a we just celebrating I'm just moving n***a Ya'll just player hating I move with players I don't moving with n***as who be player hating f** the storm. I manuver, b**h, you was busy waiting You finna blow but you ain't detonating sh** ain't adding up I guess you calculating Need the paper like I'm Spike Lee Won't talk about it, won't talk about it 'cause real n***as move quietly Real n***as move quietly Real n***as move quietly [Verse: K-N9ne] My crew is ill I been working all these days I been cooking all this sh** My crew is ill Dropping dope lines like c**aine Grinding for the gold chain n***a from the south side All about the h*mocide If a n***a talk sh** we can take it outside, right now Tryna take my shine, my time We can have a street fight, we can have a street fight! P-p-put you in the graveyard, straight to the mob 'cause you messing with a thug, smoke a n***a like a drug Piss in you grave, n***a, piss in your mouth Can't lose me, I'm right in you face like a mustache All about the labour, I'm the saviour Grinding for the paper. I got no time for your sh** n***a got the juice n***a got my crew n***a got the FlyPack on my side, step aside [Chorus x2] My crew is ill We be working all these days All these n***as come my way Don't care what you say All my n***as wanna get paid All my n***as wanna get paid [Outro Chorus] My crew is ILL We be working all these... All these n***as come my way Don't care what you.. All my n***as wanna get... All my n***as wanna get, f** My crew is ill We be working all these days All these n***as come my way Don't care what you say All my n***as wanna get paid All my n***as wanna get paid