Jimmy Vo, Younga B, St. Wave, Nore Solo - The Crew Lyrics

Tell me why they hate Chris
Cuz I’m from the 8-6
Every track make hits
Wray shots stay bent
Please do not play with 92 gang shit
Face it ever nigga that came out my cave sick
Crazy get you shots not the ones you chasing
All blue collar goon niggas who I hang wit
Chains in whips like a slave ship
Y’all basic your whole life should erase it
Nigga I’m dangerous y’all lightta
Word to everythin' that I’m flamin
Brook St nigga when it come to block namin
Whip white coupe like coke watch me slang it
Donny T wild talk nigga ain't no tamin save it
Fuck what you maybe goin though
Cuz it ain't all good when Younga Baby on you
Cuz nigga if I cry then what the baby gon do
When the real maneuver that fugazy got move
That 3-80 on cool so keep it low
To keep the violence out the air roll some weed and smoke
Just green and dope
Big bread pizza dough gang
Ooo
It's '92
What you gon do
Fuckin with the Crew
Yeah
Ooo let’s keep it trill 
92 We like your like a pill fuck it 
We Serving fiends then
Wounded self-esteem
Caught up in this moody shit
Ooo fucking through it
Hardly ever sober always solar stay in space
How could you know 
Somebody much colder
Colder
Going broly for this rolly see me Doly 
And still with the homies where wifey 
Fuck a groupie cop the Audi still drive the hoopty
Ooo
If I had the ammo
I’d blow 
Let these niggas know
Who we are 
Truth lives you Lion king leave you scar
Mufsasa through a bag
We move proper (Proper)
We move proper (Proper)
We move proper
’92 To infinity
Big Solo yeah
I know they got remember me
These dudes lame
I could never let em get to me
Mixin all these styles I got 100 in chemistry
Been gettin profit since Ghetto’s Quran
And they treat me like a profit I’m Ghetto’s Quron
I grew up in a landmine could tick like a bomb
Roll up and get high put an 1/8th in the bong
Ima handsome young nigga get that from mom
Get wisdom from dad
Nore taught me the streets and how to get to the bag
I could knock a nigga out Solo good with the jab
Yeah It’s '92 what you gon do
Fuckin with the crew
Yeah Yeah
Fuckin with the crew
What you gon do nigga its '92
Nigga It's '92
Ooo
It's '92
What you gon do
Fuckin with the Crew
Yeah
Moment of silence for the opposition
Got nigga mad gunnin for my position
Bodying tracks hopin to make a killin
Like it or not nigga we winnin
'92 We the new dream team of this
Command and conquer man you must be ludicrous
Thinking you can stop it nigga we ain’t new to this
Team on 100 you see how we move through it it’s crazy
Kobe with the shots now watch me drain it just face it
10 Steps ahead these niggas
Now watch the lanes switch
Lethal without the weapon
I’m dangerous they playing sick
Laps around these niggas now watch em rage quit
Can’t fuck with the crew that we reppin
Apply pressure by any means
Whenever you see us step in
Crowned kings go check the records
King Swazye check the records

Tell me why they hate Chris
Cuz I’m from the 8-6
Every track make hits
Wray shots stay bent
Please do not play with 92 gang shit
Face it ever nigga that came out my cave sick
Crazy get you shots not the ones you chasing
All blue collar goon niggas who I hang wit
Chains in whips like a slave ship
Y’all basic your whole life should erase it
Nigga I’m dangerous y’all lightta
Word to everythin' that I’m flamin
Brook St nigga when it come to block namin
Whip white coupe like coke watch me slang it
Donny T wild talk nigga ain't no tamin save it
Fuck what you maybe goin though
Cuz it ain't all good when Younga Baby on you
Cuz nigga if I cry then what the baby gon do
When the real maneuver that fugazy got move
That 3-80 on cool so keep it low
To keep the violence out the air roll some weed and smoke
Just green and dope
Big bread pizza dough gang
Ooo
It's '92
What you gon do
Fuckin with the Crew
Yeah
Ooo let’s keep it trill 
92 We like your like a pill fuck it 
We Serving fiends then
Wounded self-esteem
Caught up in this moody shit
Ooo fucking through it
Hardly ever sober always solar stay in space
How could you know 
Somebody much colder
Colder
Going broly for this rolly see me Doly 
And still with the homies where wifey 
Fuck a groupie cop the Audi still drive the hoopty
Ooo
If I had the ammo
I’d blow 
Let these niggas know
Who we are 
Truth lives you Lion king leave you scar
Mufsasa through a bag
We move proper (Proper)
We move proper (Proper)
We move proper
’92 To infinity
Big Solo yeah
I know they got remember me
These dudes lame
I could never let em get to me
Mixin all these styles I got 100 in chemistry
Been gettin profit since Ghetto’s Quran
And they treat me like a profit I’m Ghetto’s Quron
I grew up in a landmine could tick like a bomb
Roll up and get high put an 1/8th in the bong
Ima handsome young nigga get that from mom
Get wisdom from dad
Nore taught me the streets and how to get to the bag
I could knock a nigga out Solo good with the jab
Yeah It’s '92 what you gon do
Fuckin with the crew
Yeah Yeah
Fuckin with the crew
What you gon do nigga its '92
Nigga It's '92
Ooo
It's '92
What you gon do
Fuckin with the Crew
Yeah
Moment of silence for the opposition
Got nigga mad gunnin for my position
Bodying tracks hopin to make a killin
Like it or not nigga we winnin
'92 We the new dream team of this
Command and conquer man you must be ludicrous
Thinking you can stop it nigga we ain’t new to this
Team on 100 you see how we move through it it’s crazy
Kobe with the shots now watch me drain it just face it
10 Steps ahead these niggas
Now watch the lanes switch
Lethal without the weapon
I’m dangerous they playing sick
Laps around these niggas now watch em rage quit
Can’t fuck with the crew that we reppin
Apply pressure by any means
Whenever you see us step in
Crowned kings go check the records
King Swazye check the records