Messin With My Cru Songtext / Lyric

Messing with my cru

Messing with my cru

We will kill you

We will kill you



You don't have a fucking clue

(Clue)

What we came to do

What we came to do

You don't have a fucking clue

What we came to do

What we came to do



Ha, I roll on your doo like bamboo

Man listen, Aknel stay in condition like shampoo

There ain't a man who can handle

Once I back slap you or clap you

Bullets in your skin like a tatoo






Now back to reality, you ain't as bad as me

I get down for my clan till they call me your majesty

Nigga fat as me still fuck with strategy

My dick stuck way up where her blatter be

But that don't matter see, I'll serve your ass like Andre Agassi



Fuck tennis, you dealing with a straight menace

Wailing on your ass like Venice

Well uh, got it sewn like a tailor

Float like a sailor, truck like a trailor

Scope with the [Incomprehensible]

All the above I've done the like Australia



Straight bailing you out, one call from jail

Aiming you out like Master P, that's what we be a about

I got ammunition for those dissing

This ain't R&B, that's why I'm skipping all that rip shit

I land one with the hand gun



You could go ask Charles and he'll tell you

I'm the motherfucking man, son

My gun had bust many mans, watch many mans

Get swept the fuck off, there feet like dust pans

You get touched, man, messing with us man



Messing with my cru

Messing with my cru

We will kill you

We will kill you



You don't have a fucking clue

(Clue)

What we came to do

What we came to do

You don't have a fucking clue

What we came to do

What we came to do



Ha, I'm untouchable like Elliot Ness

My foot will lay you down to rest

And bless you with that Russell Simmons saint

And say thanks for coming out and God bless

Bow, fuck that bullet proof vest



I got hollow pistol leave you with the bullet infested in the chest

It's the Aknel, you know I rock well

I keep the gun point cocked like fucking barbells

Who the hell want to touch this veteran



Murder is the medicine, fine I'll stop the pedaling

Bullet in your brain leave your head in pain

On the ground you'll be laying reaching for exceteran ceteran, ceteran

But fuck that headache 'cuz you headed for a wake

I threw the gun in the lake, so they don't see me upstate



Now they don't have a clue and shit

Around the way I see your name written on the walls

Like rest in peace in you and shit

Your crew they ain't doing shit

Your mom's talking about the city had you suing it



Ha, I got the name Michael inbreded on the mack 11

They send punk niggas on the highway to heaven

You want to see God hit you with about seven

You want to see God hit you with about seven

Like you shop in Pennsylvania, your blood straight redden

Get it redden Pennsylvania, you want to shoot a fear one

I might swing my hands like Macarena



Messing with my cru

Messing with my cru

We will kill you

We will kill you



You don't have a fucking clue

(Clue)

What we came to do

What we came to do

You don't have a fucking clue

What we came to do

What we came to do



Messing with my cru

Messing with my cru

We will kill you

We will kill you



You don't have a fucking clue

(Clue)

What we came to do

What we came to do

You don't have a fucking clue

What we came to do

What we came to do