Beware of My Crew

[Intro: Larry Troutman, (Tray Deee)]

Somebody, somewhere, best beware of my crew

Somebody, somewhere, best beware of my crew

(Yeah! Yeah!)

[Verse 1: Tray Deee]

Comin' from the city where no pity is shown

And everybody want to be a G when they grown

Same song in my hood as it is in yours

They send real niggas to the pen in scores

Wars caused by jaws, of bitches and punks

Speakin' on the ones that's the quickest to dump

Same fools ridin' that's been down for years

Considered as the shit when they around they peers

Three cheers to the turf, for whatever it's worth

Cuz I'ma represent it 'til I'm set in the dirt

My mentality, to battle the opponent and dip

And checkin' every nigga that ever wanted to step

In my direction

Wit' a question fo' testin'

This section I represent fo' inspection

When somethin' jumpin', then I'm dumpin'

Pumpin' fear in ya ear, when ya hear that I'm bumpin'

[Hook: Larry Troutman & Nate Dogg]

Somebody, somewhere, best beware of my crew

(Techniec)

It's groovy how I sooth thee

Light complex, so who's next to flex?

These MC's, please – I'm fed up

Head up, that's just the way I display

Any time a day, I'll duel

Dynamically wit' the lyrical tool

Fuel's on the fire, burnin' desire

To get this rap game stretched down to the wire, sire

I'm compulsive as a blast, you'll see

From T to the E-C-H-N-I-E-C

Free – from all this nonsense, guilt, and shame

Can't trust no hoes, 'cuz they the ones to blame

But what I did been through, seen, and touched

Got a mental instinct, the hoes talk to much

And outta my mouth comes nothing but game

And outta yo' mouth, please keep my name

'Cuz verbally, you heard of the T-E-C

But why chase after he you cannot see?

[Hook: Larry Troutman]

Somebody, somewhere, best beware of my crew

[Verse 3: Bad Azz]

Recognize game when it's all in yo' face, off safety

Close range, hit the center mass when I aim, then shoot

Out the window of the coupe

Dump, foot to gas, I swoop

To this lowkey spot, to law low from the do-low

Put my gun away, cuz they got done away

By a 'rather pull a trigger'-type nigga

Seein' stages off mics and shootin' gauges off bikes

It's like – livin' and dyin', while laughin' and cryin'

In the same breath, you gain less

Messin' in a Lex', and I'm stressing for real

Unless you feel that you strong enough to go long enough

It ain't nothing but a thang – nigga, can you hang?

I bang, similar to a gang

Hit you up, and on the mic, I ain't nothing nice

I'll leave you wit' your mental disturbed

Sellin' cabbage, smoking chronic on the curb

Hollerin' at my boys about them dollars and Impalas wit' the switches

Still lovin' no hoes, trustin' none of ya'll bitches

'Cuz the key is to see through the traps, cuz they set

Life is like craps – I hit, niggas bet

[Hook: Larry Troutman & Nate Dogg]

Somebody, somewhere, best beware of my crew

(Baby... tell them, baby)

Somebody, somewhere, best beware of my crew

(Tell them, baby)

[Verse 4: South Sentrelle]

Now I gotta make my ends the best way I can

Because my man's in the pen fo' ten

Told me to handle his biz

Told me to handle his Benz

And keep away from his tricks

But the South chose to take another route

Get a lover and discover what the game was about

Traded in the Benz for a Chevy Suburb'

Toss up the gold, now we ready to swerve

Herb, smoke out, a nigga dizzy

Spare tire holds the kizzy, fo' us to get busy

From city to city, we mash

All they ever seen was the '95 tag pass

Cinema, the lil' cinnamon pretty one

Known to get 'em up 'wit anyone

From sun up to sundown

Servin' pound fo' pound

Smoking 'til the yay run down

[Verse 5: Lil' C-Style]

Ahh – it ain't too many crews that can do this shit

Rude bitches acting out, promotin' gangsta shit?

Cuz, see, that's what people love all about the compilation

And since the shit dropped, everybody got conversation (Odelay!)

Some people love us, some people won't

But do I give a fuck?! No, I don't!

And when them Dogg Pound killaz step next to me

I try my very best to bury they ass C-I-X feet deep!

Now that's gangsta

So you can throw a lick, and make that grip

And continue to dip, see I trip

Cuz the click I got wit' spit (Dogg Pound!) gangsta shit

And we commit (commit what?)

A revolution of performin' confusion

And fuckin' niggas up in this game of music (Now that's gangsta)

(Hahaha, yeah... now that's gangsta!)

[Hook: Larry Troutman & Nate Dogg]

Somebody, somewhere, best beware of my crew

Somebody, somewhere, best beware of my crew

Somebody, somewhere, best beware of my crew

Best beware of my crew

Somebody, somewhere, best beware of my crew

Best beware of my crew

Somebody, somewhere...