Mr. Pookie]

I'ma jump it off straight up rippin

pop my clip in best beware to tha nigga dat's trippin

over there think I see em

finna ta get him, who came wit him

Nigga stay in yo place

Dont know who sprayin tha mase

But I betcha motherfuckers betta move

'fore I get in tha mood and what? straight act a fool

Pass it fool you niggaz can't hold us

Continuous throwin these boulders

Dont act like nobody ain't told ya

These crooks came to uphold ya

Take notice of clicka nigga

Off of Audelia nigga

Outta my face or I will kill a nigga

Betta yet steel a nigga

Feel Tha Rippla

Rippin you hoes up in his face crushin his flows

You a disgrace, one to the dome

Up in his place robbin his home

Takin it all I'll be down to ride

Dallas is bound to rise

Where did I turn bitch now its our time

Lyrical homicide

Stakes are high though we're still blowin,still smokin, still chiffin

Up in this game we aint tip toein

See tha dope blow and Ima weed fiend

Finna bleed steam nigga

So keep yo eyes on the night, cause I jus might

hit yo crib now where you live I'ma crook 4 life



Chorus [2X]



Lay it down I'ma crook 4 life

If u feel it will you ball wit me

Lay it down I'ma crook 4 life

You don't wanna fuck wit me



[K-Roc]

Get ready for tha Armageddon war

betta load yo shit, get ready to die bitch

Stoneycrook niggaz'll creep and then crawl

Bustin at niggaz and breakin they jaws

In paws a nigga, neva, betta load this glock Im sick of this bullshit

Ammunition be totted 4 dayz, ready to blast all up in yo face

Fake hazin shit and pistol grips, Pastor Pookie nigga rip that bitch

Soljaz like you neva have seen

On tha block we all mug mea