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    "Crew Deep" Lyrics


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    [Repeat: x14 Skillz]
    Un un un un, come on nigga

    [Skillz (Missy Elliott)]
    I be the S-K-I, double L, Z'n
    Block is hot again, guess who's the reason?
    Your favorite rapper, I got his ass not breathin
    You seen me with Missy so it's VA season
    Like (Holla!) check the flow
    And if you a hater, exit the door
    Rap is a set up, just a lot of games
    A lot of suckers with colorful names
    I'm so and so, I'm this, I'm that
    But all why y'all cats rap about is cars and crack
    And these R&B cats, spammers
    What you think, you sound better with a wife beater and a bandana?
    (Hey!) Hunh, you fools need to stop
    Half why y'all got paid studying pop
    And as far as these beats, I spit sparks to them
    I'm sick in the booth, hey yo shorty talk to 'em, like

    [Chorus: Kandi (Missy)]
    why y'all don't really want to fuck with me
    My click D double E to the P
    (Ah!) I put two in ya side
    Flow in ya doe in ya motherfucking ride
    why y'all really want to fuck with me?
    My click D double E to the P
    (Ah!) I put two in ya chest
    Ain't no other yet cause I'm the motherfucking best

    Yo, stop what your doing, cause I'm about to ruin
    These half-ass rappers your used to
    So who the fuck want to battle me?
    I spit slugs out my mouth bout the size of a see battery
    Like, "chik chik chik", put it down, man
    Half of why y'all cats lying on your sound scan
    And you sold what? That was the amount?
    Come on nigga, you know sample tapes don't count
    Real quick out the stash, been flippin' at dash
    Bruise me with two feet when I'm kicking yo' ass
    And you never catch me in the club leaving a skirt
    If I don't get brains then the meter get jerk
    why'all them fools in the club with a Smedian shirt
    Rent a car in your hometown just to see if it work
    For 18 years, your momma been feedin a jerk
    I spit something hot, have you getting wheezy like Turk, nigga


    Hey yo, say blast I'ma blast, while why y'all play dummies
    Hunh, thinking I ain't goin' get this money
    Watch me come through spit sick and get fly
    Beat you on your best day on your best try, and
    (Y'all don't really wanna)
    Dig out the stash cause I probably.. on yo' ass
    And my words make the track get up
    While I move on it, groove on it
    And keep you flows on the cut like
    Rockin mic's, why'all know how we get down
    Catch me on tour when I slide through your town
    I'm hit bound, why'all lay down flat
    The new "King of VA", who's fuckin with that?

    This song was submitted on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by William Earl Collins, George Clinton, Tony L Cottrell, Bernard Edwards, Melissa Elliott, Gregory Jacobs, Donnie Lewis, Walter Morrison, Timothy Z Mosley, Lawrence Krsone Parker, Nile Gregory Rodgers.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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