Messing With My Cru Lyrics by Akinyele

Messing With My Cru Lyrics

    (alisha hill) - hook

    Messing with my cru (2x)
    We will kill you (2x)
    You don't have a fucking clue (clue)
    What we came to do (2x)
    You don't have a fucking clue
    What we came to do (2x)

    (akinyele)
    Ha i roll on your doo like bamboo
    Man listen
    Ak-nel stay in condition
    Like shampoo
    There aint 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 aint as bad as me
    I get down
    For my clan
    Till they call me your magesty
    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 (?)
    All the above i've done the like austrailia
    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 aint 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 off there feet like dust pans
    You get touched man
    Messing with us man

    Hook

    (akinyele)
    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 ak-nel
    You know i rock well
    I keep the gun point cocked like fucking barbells
    Who the hell
    Want to touck this veteran
    Murder is the medicine
    Fine i'll stop the peddaling
    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
    You headed for a wake
    I through 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 aint doing shit
    Your mom's talking about the city had you suing it
    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 pensylvania your blood straight redden
    Get it redden pensylvania
    You want to shoot a fear one
    I might swing my hands like macarena

    Hook 2x

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