Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crew Love, artist - Jay-Z. Date of issue: 02.11.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crew Love |
| 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 |
| Haha this is Roc-A-Fella for life |
| This is Roc-A-Fella for life |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Its crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die |
| As long as you and I keep it movin, nigga |
| 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 |
| Nigga it’s crew love |