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"Me & My Crew" is a track by Mobb Deep, from the album Juvenile Hell, released 13th April 1993. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[Chorus] Me and my crew, me and my crew we'll be chillin' and Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker Me and my crew, me and my crew we'll be chillin' and Front on this and get dissed [Verse 1: Prodigy] Yo, I'm takin' it Uptown and niggas know my name Little shorty insane, so feel the pain And the wrath of the five foot murder I'm goin' out baby Uzi style Catchin' bodies like I hit skins The hostile juvenile, fuck what you heard More four-five, motherfucker die My crew is live and real with a street feel Automatic causin' havoc when I hit I flip and rip shop, I'm on some homicidal shit Little nigga loco, catchin' bodies on a solo Props for killin' cops, I'm Hell-bound I'm on a motherfuckin' mission, I'm goin' at it You want a freestyle, kid? I'm wilder than the penile Back up off me, gimme room to breathe And you takin' up my spot? Nigga, please I'm as bad as they come, there ain't nothin' good Used to be a gentleman, but you can call me hood Matter fact, fuck that, kid, you know my name Peace, I'm outtie, me and my motherfuckin' crew [Chorus] Me and my crew, me and my crew, we be chillin' and Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker Me and my crew, me and my crew, we be chillin' and Front on this and get dissed [Verse 2: Havoc] A-one two, microphone check, who's next? The five foot three, time to catch wreck Set the situation, motivate your mind I'm a step ahead and not a step behind Bass now come again, checkin' for the little lyrical Dark-skinned don and chat be milky like cereal Poof, I make you move, when I move, I bet I make you Buck, I make you bugged as I kick the mega-flavor So I'm the kid just slippin' the slang What's my name, what's my motherfuckin' name? Fight, I make ya fight motherfuckin' buck wild Shootin' niggas up like it's goin' out of style So what's to mention? Sharpen up your blades Load up the clip, take a sip, what's the flav'? I roll the streets at midnight, the little terror Huh, I get better by the letter A true weed head, the juvenile once more A twenty bag of funk, shall I say more? A real little nigga with real motherfuckin' skills Far from weak, so get off the fuckin' deals Do the do 'cause I'ma do mines too Just chillin' with my crew, peep the flavor [Chorus] Me and my crew, me and my crew, we be chillin' and Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker Me and my crew, me and my crew, we be chillin' and Front on this and get dissed (Check it) [Verse 3: Prodigy] My man Hav' got my back with the Tec 20 To shoot 'em up if the niggas get funny My shit is real, I had to pioneer this Around the way, all the fake niggas fear this Paragraphs bust your membrane On and on I bust through like Teflon The Little P is not to be stepped upon And if you think so, kid, then you're dead wrong Little, far from big, yo, a type small kid P, I represent the brothers from Queensbridge To make a long rhyme short, I smoke weed Sip a forty, yo, fuck the court So bad they tried to lock me in a group home Prodigy's hard, but fuck it, I can rip a smooth tone I catch wreck with the Einstein's intellect And get stupid like a Stimulated Dummies mix Feel the wrath, feel the aftermath Even if you took thn notes, kid, you couldn't pass the class I keep a loosie in the chamber 'cause beef got me shook down Paranoid, ain't got no time to fuck around So bypass the clock when it's time to go at it So we can pop 'em off if the chumps want static [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] Me and my crew, me and my crew, we be chillin' and Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker Me and my crew, me and my crew, we be chillin' and Front on this and get dissed (Check it) [Verse 4: Havoc] When I rap, I kill mics like a nuke blast Little Hav's the man, the man gettin' Van Damme Buckwild, rockin' with much style Check it as I wreck it, strip ya butt-naked Pause and stand still while I just split a Phil' And double up on ki's and make somethin' like a half-mil' Shorty's in it to get paid No doubt, I got clout with the females Put it in detail and write it And if you ain't givin' pussy, then bitch, you ain't invited I'm on some other shit that you couldn't fuck with Destructive and couldn't give a fuck kid Little niggas don't die, if they said so, they lied Immediate death to those who tried The dark-skinned brother, unlike the others When niggas see my crew, they know to burn rubber
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