Cru - Wreckgonize lyrics

(feat. Black Rob) [Black Rob] Yo all I do is drop lethal, yall know my peo-ple Verbally it's a ma**acre I'm sharper then shanks up in Attica Choke them lethally till he suffocate Lifeless but step into this sh** that's priceless I cut the life force, now I'm on the right course I stifle, those that pop sh** but carry rifle, triflin Yet I'm wise, every murder's organized It's premeditated so brothers recognize No escapin the hell-a-coust, pay your toll, come across And watch me test my burner on a horse Hom-i-ci-dal, I used the vital when I step to s**-a-cidal It all balls down to my recital No time to waste, fill the ba** I got ya head in the suitcase Smilin while I'm look at ya dead face The cause of d**h still remains a mystery it's a pity They caught me cause the source had to flicker me Not at all tops the shame, no external no blood stains Sharp objects to pierce the brain I got enough dope for your veins and restrain Hand cuffs and chains nuthin but pain [Chorus Yogi] n***a, you better Wreckgonize You bett-er, Wreck-gon-nize n***a, you better Wreckgonize n***a, you better Wreckgonize, n***a [Yogi] Car-los, the base head, is lurkin (lurkin) Askin for change n***a constantly urkin Ms. Elizabeth callin out the win-dow to her husband Joe n***a died a year ago And every day's the 4th of July with the sparks in the sky Aimin at the Gods as we get high, what's your pleasure? Sippin on the booze and the Cru's smoke the blunts The whole blunt, nuthin but the blunt But the O heads in the pro-jects, hit the he-ron Dozin off in front of liquor stores through a p-long Don't know how to act, Sister Eve go to church But she still smoke the cracks, praise to the lord, doin bad Spanish kids across the bridge popin on that nes tabs Go to the bar drop the "yay-yo" Sniffin with the lows, all red lookin feyo And the ledge round the way, Yogi still smokes dust Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice-Be, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice) I guess that lesson wasn't delivered When Chip and Elah took that long walk in the river f** a 95, we got the 9 2-5's, 3 8-10, 2 4-4's Make a n***a hesitate That's if you don't know the date [Chrous] [Chadio] In actuality violence is my reality Some tend to talk me but to them it's just a fallacy True lies, you kick your stories on the street Now it's true, listened twisted up and say it was you But me, I'm representin while my peeps puff herb, superb Dropin bombs like a Boznian, Serb's my word It gets no deeper, I bet the Grim Reaper While layin on my chest wish-in I had worn a vest Now don't ask why just Wreckgonize my demise Runnin from 4-5's spark the drive-by's Long hot days in July, the blood dries And the kid that didn't run is the kid who dies The body states of America filled with lies Shorties runin and gunin in front of God's eye It ain't no surprise that the brain just fries Due to excessive use of the get highs And I'm that same n***a drinkin Mi-tie And we can't kick out habits no matter how man-y tries Living amongst the new world, doin despise Guys that don't give a f** the just chastise But I rise, see my mind's too wise Catchin bodies with chip-a-bodies I have no ties Hittin home runs while you hit pop flies Don't mind the size n***a just Wreckgonize [Chorus x2]