Crew Love (feat. Memphis Bleek) Beanie Sigel

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 niggas
Comin out ya mouth sideways like some rookie niggas
I drink Henny mixed wit nothing
My weed and the dutch is somethin
What you niggas sayin nuttin
It's Bleek, controllin these streets holdin the heat
Reportin for my live niggas 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
Niggas 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
Niggas can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real