Crimescene Boyz - CRS Westwood Shutdown (Westwood Crib Session) lyrics

[Verse 1: Nines] CRS n***as we keep the guns co*ked And I don't f** with them n***as, I rep one block I rep 1 block, keep the gun co*ked And I don't f** with them n***as, I rep one block CRS n***as we keep them guns co*ked And I don't f** with them n***as, I rep one block I rep 1 block, keep the gun co*ked And I don't f** with them n***as, I rep..Ahh Sacked another worker for weighin up my grams wrong Flyin birds, I ain't thinkin 'bout a rap song In and out the trap house, hands on Treat the yay all like an envelope, stamped on My nine will leave a paigon in a hearse My n***as whippin white, call it slavery in reverse Nina are in my jeans The industry be sleepin on my dreams So I'm on the street dealin with the feens It's been a week, I ain't wrote a [?] tweet I've been in the street flyin birds, I ain't been to sleep I just sold 20 bricks, I'm on a winnin streak And in my spare time I k** a beat See the shine in my hand We the Ice City gang Fly to Milan or Dubai for a tan Drivin in the whip, Glock in the stash Violate the click will be in your block in a flash You don't wanna see me in your block pedalin I leave you in a box like a wedding ring f** a punchline and a metaphor My YGs in the frontline sellin dros' Toaster in my lap Weed and coke are in the trap I spit great, these n***as sound mediocre when they rap Me and Jazzy break down keys I don't mean sweets when I stay round trees It's Nines... [Verse 2: Streetz] Guess I'm back to square one Had 2 choices, go straight but the square won People lookin at me like I don't know what's best Stylez died, cash live all I know is stress This white gyal will sell, she's a freak Gold-diggers on n***as cuh they sell grease You can look like a champion by next week She moves rapid, could make her worth squad beat [Verse 3: P.Dubbz] f** all these computer gangsters, tell em the game's over Visions of 09, gettin brains in a Range Rover They never knew the swag was off the Richter Scale, we in hell Nothin jail Lookin at pictures See more a** than pampers Had more head than dandruff And I never premeditate a gameplan It's just a freestyle, but the style must be name brand Gyals gyals Who claim they run the world But some of you don't deserve to run a mile Let alone be a mum and give birth to a princess And up to now with still man you're tryna impress All color sticks for her lips Your kid ain't really got sh** A wide selection of flicks But nuttin's up in the fridge Rob a man clockin your hips Then you clockin, now you live She got snitch him to get f**ed She don't wish him to get fit That's why it's just spinnin round in a circle Little Miss, growin up to be like her too No disrespect to the real mothers doin their thing Cause without you, mankind, we couldn't do a ting That's why I give my mum a kiss every time I see her Cause I know there's a lot of chicks that couldn't be her Real real mother in this world That's why nuff man don't have trust in gyals [Verse 4: Fatz] The code on the road is to move silent Even though the feds know that I'm so violent Straight Spartans, when we stampede [?] them All the n***as chat, but they don't even leave the garden My n***a Keyz dancin the ting, turn up AKs in the ocean, forces gettin bun up You don't wanna see me run up Hoppin out the E-cla** The tough job behind the wheel wearin a ski mask 'Member when I had the big ting, but the staircase And I saw them n***as commin so I beat a bare face My ambition is to get dough and tap women I shoot n***as, and I ain't even been prison You know it's pain when I tough the mic n***as say they shootin and but they never touch the right Revenge is a must, I put my hands on the cross I light a n***a up if your gang comes across I swear [Verse 5: Skates] A whole heap of weed over half a line Mastermind Tight weed and a gla** of wine My future looks bright, fam I'm past my time Cross the fine, dog I shine like the stars align I'm on a major tip haters, so what you make of it? Imma take a trip makin hits like it's way to flip Callin someone fake don't make it real, can you relate to it? We used to take a whip, make a bit You can take your pick I've had to spend weeks in the same clothes Even had to spend weeks in the same Os I get ads cuh the Ps in my chain froze I ain't shallow but it's deep, that's how the game goes Some dogs move like b**hes I just wan' a car and a coup like Tiches Couple chicks will set up on my broom like witches Wack rappers need to be removed like stitches It's time that you clock me I still pick myself up when I drop see I go get her so they're never gonna stop G I was on one too till I got free Can't clock me, but look you know the time But go before people hate cuh it's over, I ain't fake You may [?] then I don't wanna know your kind Tryna grow powers, no, I don't wanna know your dime They say that I'm underrated Understated In a game I want to play with Becomin basic Love having forward hatred [?] and rated Alien on a spaceship Done and displayed it I've made it Just for your favorite Cause know the [?] Hated if they don't rate it Grab opportunities, I don't let a day slip You lose pay quick Waitin for a pay slip Look, how did you sleep on me Are you awake?, or you was waitin til the street on me By that time someone coulda beat a heat on me It's that deep, you just shoulda flang a beat on me Whether I know you or not, don't speak of me We beg you when I was cold with the heat on me On Twitter they can't believe they cheekin me Tweet tweet tweet tweet, I got a beak on me Top the cla**, so I never get the merit for it I got lines, but I never get the credit for it See, the dumb fool that was metaphoric You're apparent that I'll never get the treasure for it [Verse 6: ?] I'm talkin bare weed You need a wheel-barrel Cuh my n***a Nines worth 20 keys of ammo That's a lot of ammo Fatz clap ammo Stut stut and if a sparrow talk to him with a arrow They already know! We're rollin 20 man deep We're rollin 20 man deep [Verse 7: Flyboy Tuff] Yo, council estate bike ridin to school No ball game, signs on the side of the wall Then I made dough, press the code on my gate Now the sign says don't dive in the pool Grind some ore Up in the spaceship, X5 pullin up, walkin to face it Ring cloud air force strawberry laces I've taught you the basics climb to your [?] Now that's why I ball It's part of the work-rate Rolex stature, that's what the word say Titanic iceberg, mother of [?] So fly like I should be in a birdcage Birthdays, better than I ask for Grey Goose, Red Bull more than a gla** full Pourin away champagne on the dance floor Who said I can't but I'm switchin the weather Makin it rain, better get your umbrella Show room floor when my sh** gets better Copp a white M3, lipstick leather Glued to the money call it [?]stick cheddar LV's on my gla** frames Get money live life in the fast lanes Flyboy but I think you missed the last plane First-cla** game, come and keep up I remember back when I used to be but Now my Louis belt hold my DNG jeans up See what I live life on full throttle Champagne campaign, yea we pop bottles But it wasn't always this fun No, I had a few shots so I couldn't miss one Then I made money so I let my wrist count Bought a nice iced kettle that will make your wrist numb Made funds Yea I turned snow into cream My phone's now blowin with green I was sellin the dream Now I'm just swimmin in the money Do you wanna come roam the stream? Scene True Religion jeans Cocaine change Shoppin in the c**aine Range I been sittin on planes Cause I like my seats a little higher Got birds and the clothes fam, I keep it lookin flier Tears in my eyes, Jheeze [Verse 8: J Man] Still on the roads on these cold streets Walk us the other side, still man it's no Ps Bare new n***as in this old beef RIP Stylez, I hope one of them n***as goes sleep Small to my chest [?] I don't know what's next on store Bare n***as wanna draw me out, I ain't a chest of drawers Chillin with the Presi. in the White House 300 Spartans, then it's lights out Busy trappin, I ain't gettin [?] Cuh 2 months back I was jail house, I was gettin gym And now my dogs are my a**ociates We suttin close, cuh doggy is appropriate Focus on my work but I ain't gettin colleague Word round town that them Church n***as gettin holied Tightest screeches from the dingdong Paigons try soundin it off, but it ain't a singsong Who's shootin from the back of the car, they ain't King Kong The AK make the car spin off, no Ping Pong