My Crew

Back in the days
Back when I'm stacking
And packing them racks in the Jays
We ask for action on stage
Look at me get smacked sideways
And that puts me back in my ways
You know how we do
You don't wan mess with my crew
We gonna come looking for you
Cause you talking about us
What is there to discuss
We know the cold hearted truth

Pull up 10 deep, we the mob
Up all night, like I ain't gotta job
Working hard, chop-chop, nonstop
If I see it and I want it, then I cop
Yeah you know my whole team keep it trill
Ain't nothing wrong we just wanna see a mil
We gonna do what it takes, yeah we will
I lift my team up because they kept it real
Now tell me please what do you fear
You hit me then I disappear
Leave you wondering like where
Hit you in the head, with an ice cold beer

Now that's violent, I don't condone
I'm sorry they just took me out my zone
Now you see why I like being alone
They can't handle the level that I'm on



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Pettway
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