Akinyele - Messin' With My Cru lyrics

Messing with my cru Messing with my cru We will k** you We will k** you You don't have a f**ing clue (Clue) What we came to do What we came to do You don't have a f**ing clue What we came to do What we came to do Ha, I roll on your doo like bamboo Man listen, Aknel stay in condition like shampoo There ain't a man who can handle Once I back slap you or clap you Bullets in your skin like a tatoo Now back to reality, you ain't as bad as me I get down for my clan till they call me your majesty n***a fat as me still f** with strategy My dick stuck way up where her blatter be But that don't matter see, I'll serve your a** like Andre Aga**i f** tennis, you dealing with a straight menace Wailing on your a** like Venice Well uh, got it sewn like a tailor Float like a sailor, truck like a trailor Scope with the [Incomprehensible] All the above I've done the like Australia Straight bailing you out, one call from jail Aiming you out like Master P, that's what we be a about I got ammunition for those dissing This ain't R&B, that's why I'm skipping all that rip sh** I land one with the hand gun You could go ask Charles and he'll tell you I'm the motherf**ing man, son My gun had bust many mans, watch many mans Get swept the f** off, there feet like dust pans You get touched, man, messing with us man Messing with my cru Messing with my cru We will k** you We will k** you You don't have a f**ing clue (Clue) What we came to do What we came to do You don't have a f**ing clue What we came to do What we came to do Ha, I'm untouchable like Elliot Ness My foot will lay you down to rest And bless you with that Russell Simmons saint And say thanks for coming out and God bless Bow, f** that bullet proof vest I got hollow pistol leave you with the bullet infested in the chest It's the Aknel, you know I rock well I keep the gun point co*ked like f**ing barbells Who the hell want to touch this veteran Murder is the medicine, fine I'll stop the pedaling Bullet in your brain leave your head in pain On the ground you'll be laying reaching for exceteran ceteran, ceteran But f** that headache 'cuz you headed for a wake I threw the gun in the lake, so they don't see me upstate Now they don't have a clue and sh** Around the way I see your name written on the walls Like rest in peace in you and sh** Your crew they ain't doing sh** Your mom's talking about the city had you suing it Ha, I got the name Michael inbreded on the mack 11 They send punk n***as on the highway to heaven You want to see God hit you with about seven You want to see God hit you with about seven Like you shop in Pennsylvania, your blood straight redden Get it redden Pennsylvania, you want to shoot a fear one I might swing my hands like Macarena Messing with my cru Messing with my cru We will k** you We will k** you You don't have a f**ing clue (Clue) What we came to do What we came to do You don't have a f**ing clue What we came to do What we came to do Messing with my cru Messing with my cru We will k** you We will k** you You don't have a f**ing clue (Clue) What we came to do What we came to do You don't have a f**ing clue What we came to do What we came to do