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Artist:	Jay
Song Title:	Crew Love
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Verse 1: Memphis Bleek
Yeah check it yo
Yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also toke guns in case my drama Pop up
It's Cru Love, I spit two at every few thugs
For doves, blow doves, holdin eight snub
I hold it down my strip going nowhere
Flip two eight-balls, trick the dough on low yeah
Then next week two O's gone, nigga don't prolong
Play the studio and get my flow on
And sell weight on the later base
My older brother kept guns on his waist in case he aired the place
And walked straight up on you fuckin crooked niggas
Coming out your mouth sideways like some rookie niggas
I drink Henny mixed with nothin
My weed in the dutchess somethin, wit you niggas saying nothin
It's Bleek, controllin these streets, holdin the heat
Reportin for my live niggas just like me, What?

Chorus: Jay-Z
Haha, this is Roc-A-Fella for life, This is Roc-A-Fella for life, uh
You know it's Cru Love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive by
We can stack dough sky high
Niggas can't touch what they can't feel, real recognize real
Cru Love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive by
We can stack dough sky high
Niggas can't touch what they can't feel, real recognize real

Verse 2: Beanie Siegel
Yo, I set up shop with nick rocks that'll upset rookies
Make you slide like little dicks on wet pussy
Open up the whole strip, like Monoploy
I dare one of ya'll to land on my property
Think you gettin some dough from my community chest?
Bloow, bloow, two to your chest
You niggas cant pass go, cause theres a cost to pass
And ya'll niggas cheap like Baltic Ave
Type to 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 of talk money
I'm tryin to get it down for that mother fucking Boardwalk money
Two brick money, new blue six money
Peru trip money, flew in six money
Taj Mahall trips, orange chips money
Long dick money, all in your bitch money
Flow like the flu and spit sick money
Peep how these Roc-A-Fella whos rout
All black mask down with they tools out
Beanie Mack I move out
I had niggas runnin from school picking new routes
Then I run a niggas shop make em move south
Switch up they last name get a new spouse
Scramble up some down payment for a new house
No matter where you go, Mack gonn find ya
I'm like your shadow nigga, I'm right behind ya
I blow out your brains and wont give you no reminder

Chorus: Jay-Z
You know it's Cru Love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive by
We can stack dough sky high
Niggas can't touch what they can't feel, real recognize real
Cru Love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive by
We can stack dough sky high
Niggas can't touch what they can't feel, real recognize real

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