Boost The Crime Rate

[Intro: J-Hood & Sheek Louch]

(D-Block) Some gangsta shit right here

(D-Block) We gon' need niggas to bust they guns on this, I ain't gon' lie

Alchemist, this crazy here, daddy

This gon' cause a riot

Street shit (Grown man shit), Sheek Louch nigga, D-Block, nigga

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]

I eat, shit, sleep breathe the hood

Holidays I make sure niggas Easter good

Lil' niggas need work, I let 'em fuck up wood

Dirt weed, Sheek Louch been OG'd

This street shit, homie, you can't buy it, can't learn it (Nah)

Don't ask me why I drink and don't burn it

Don't ask me why I load the hammer, if I'm goin' to chill

I don't know who comin' to kill

Look in my grill, see how smooth it feel

It ain't tryin to get cut cause you dusted

That's my word, Imma clap till the guard is busted

With my niggas all over your dogs like mustard

Grimey niggas can't be trusted

I rather you catch me with the burna

Then bid like a motherfuckin' man

These faggot niggas takin' the stand

I get at you when I come home, that's the plan (What up!)

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

Clap, pop, bust, squeeze

Boost the crime rate, boost the crime rate

Grip, paw, stab, shank

Boost the crime rate, boost the crime rate

Base, coke, weed, wet

Boost the crime rate, boost the crime rate

Body, done, it's over for son

Boost the crime rate, boost the crime rate

[Interlude: J-Hood]

Another gangsta one, right here

We gon' need niggas to bust they guns on this one

I ain't gon' lie, y-yo, yo-yo

[Verse 2: J-Hood]

Where you want it, nigga, in the melon or on your stomach

Who want it? We're packin' oowaps the size of trumpets

Something in the kitchen, fuck a restaurant

I'm a hood chef, scrape the fuckin' job until it ain't no fuckin' bass left

We ain't only with the gang, we're starting a revolution

Destroy tracks like I don't give a fuck who produced 'em

I'm angry at the world, so don't bump me, jerk

I'll poke you and turn your white-T to a tye dye shirt

Who wanna get murked, who wanna get battered, you fuckin' faggot?

I'm starving, get out my way 'cause I'm a motherfuckin' savage

J-Hood, respect the name, I been told niggas

Sitting back thinking 'bout all the dimes I sold niggas

Them ballas'll put you right up on your ass like a chair

Take both of your earrings and take both of your than melon nigga

On his stomach

I'm in the kill him, Louch, pass the trees

And turn fyour volume up as uar it go and knok ait

D-Block t

King over the game, niggas need to stop itS

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

Clap, pop, bust, squeze

Boostthe crime rate, boost the crime rate

Grip, hawk, stab, shank

Boost the crime rate, boost the crime rate

Base, coke, weed, wet

Boost the crime rate, boost the crime rate

Body, done, it's over for son

Boost the crime rate, boost the crime rate

[Outro: Sheek Louch]

(D-Block) Haha, yeah, Sheek Louch

(D-Block) J-Hood, Alchemist on the boards

(D-Block) Haha, D-Block

(D-Block) ... D-Block