the version on Belly has an extra verse



[Memphis]

Yeah, check it

Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck

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

Nigga 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 fuckin crooked niggaz

Comin out ya mouth sideways like some rookie niggaz

I drink Henny mixed wit nothing

My weed and the dutch is somethin

What you niggaz sayin nuttin

It's Bleek, controllin these streets holdin the heat

Reportin for my live niggaz 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

Niggaz 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

Niggaz 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 pussy

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 niggaz can't pass go cuz it cost to pass

Ya'll niggaz cheap like Baltic Ave.

Type ta land on jail can't pay your bail

Wanna borrow from the bank, nigga what you think

I'm the wrong one to lie to

Shit 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 motherfuckin 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 bitch 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 niggaz 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 nigga 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 niggaz can smoke on

Shit I let 'em have it you faggots ain't know my status

Fuckin 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, nigga



[Beanie]

Aiyyo I pray to the God MC to bless me

Wit a ill ass flow and sick ass 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]

Nigga it's crew love