Beware of My Crew

Lyrics

[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...