Jay-z - Cru Love lyrics

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Jay-z - Cru Love lyrics

(feat. Memphis Bleek & Beanie Sigel) [Memphis] Yeah, check it Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a f** And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up It's crew love I spit two at every few thugs Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub I hold it down my strip, goin nowhere Flip two eightballs trick the dough on low gear The next week two O's gone n***a don't prolong Play the studio and get my flow on And sell weight on a later base My older brother kept guns on his waist in case he air the place And walk straight up on you f**in crooked n***as Comin out ya mouth sideways like some rookie n***as I drink Henny mixed wit nothing My weed and the dutch is somethin What you n***as sayin nuttin It's Bleek, controllin these streets holdin the heat Reportin for my live n***as just like me WHAT [Jay-Z] Haha this is Roc-A-Fella for life This is Roc-A-Fella for life [Chorus] You know it's crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by We could stack dough sky-high n***as can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real Crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by We could stack dough sky-high n***as can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real [Beanie Siegel] Yo, I set up shop wit nick rocks that'll upset rookies Make 'em slide like li'l dicks in wet p**y Open up the whole strip, like Monopoly Dare one of ya'll to land on my property Think you get some dough for my community chest? Blaow blaow two to yo chest Ya'll n***as can't pa** go cuz it cost to pa** Ya'll n***as cheap like Baltic Ave Type ta land on jail can't pay your bail Wanna borrow from the bank, n***a what you think I'm the wrong one to lie to sh** I'm the man who supply who supply who supply YOU And ya'll a bunch talk money I'm tryin to get it down for that motherf**in boardwalk money Two-brick money new blue six money Paroo trip money flew in six money Taj Mahal trips orange chips money Long dick money all in yo b**h money Flow like the flu and spit sick money Peep hotty's Roc-A-Fella wools route All black mask down wit they tools out Beanie mack I'll move out I had n***as runnin from school pickin new routes Then I'll run and lick a shot make 'em move south Switch up they last name get a new spouse Scrambled up some down-payment for a new house No matter where you go Mack gone find ya I'm like a shadow n***a I'm right behind ya I'll blow out ya brains and won't give ya no reminder [Chorus] [Memphis] Me and my road dog Been OG's for so long Spit raw rolled up n***as can smoke on sh** I let 'em have it you f*ggots ain't know my status f**in with my mathematics you make us savage Five nine one six O, light brown M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek put it down [Jay-Z] Its crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die As long as you and I keep it movin, n***a [Beanie] Aiyyo I pray to the God MC to bless me Wit a ill a** flow and sick a** dough Where it don't make no sense that hundreds and cents and Thousands of dollars ice freezes my collar Where I need a turtle-neck to rock my check And a pair of isotoners to rock my rings Get the signin bonus know mack toppin them thangs Flip twice rip that crew then I'm droppin my thang [Jay-Z] n***a it's crew love

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