Messin' With My Cru Lyrics - Akinyele

Messing with my cru 

Messing with my cru 

We will kill you 

We will kill you 

You don't have a fucking clue 

(Clue) 

What we came to do 

What we came to do 

You don't have a fucking clue 

What we came to do 

What we came to do 

Ha, I roll on your doo like bamboo 

Man listen, Aknel stay in condition like shampoo 

There ain't a man who can handle 

Once I back slap you or clap you 

Bullets in your skin like a tatoo 

Now back to reality, you ain't as bad as me 

I get down for my clan till they call me your majesty 

Nigga fat as me still fuck with strategy 

My dick stuck way up where her blatter be 

But that don't matter see, I'll serve your ass like Andre Agassi 

Fuck tennis, you dealing with a straight menace 

Wailing on your ass like Venice 

Well uh, got it sewn like a tailor 

Float like a sailor, truck like a trailor 

Scope with the [Incomprehensible] 

All the above I've done the like Australia 

Straight bailing you out, one call from jail 

Aiming you out like Master P, that's what we be a about 

I got ammunition for those dissing 

This ain't R&B, that's why I'm skipping all that rip shit 

I land one with the hand gun 

You could go ask Charles and he'll tell you 

I'm the motherfucking man, son 

My gun had bust many mans, watch many mans 

Get swept the fuck off, there feet like dust pans 

You get touched, man, messing with us man 

Messing with my cru 

Messing with my cru 

We will kill you 

We will kill you 

You don't have a fucking clue 

(Clue) 

What we came to do 

What we came to do 

You don't have a fucking clue 

What we came to do 

What we came to do 

Ha, I'm untouchable like Elliot Ness 

My foot will lay you down to rest 

And bless you with that Russell Simmons saint 

And say thanks for coming out and God bless 

Bow, fuck that bullet proof vest 

I got hollow pistol leave you with the bullet infested in the chest 

It's the Aknel, you know I rock well 

I keep the gun point cocked like fucking barbells 

Who the hell want to touch this veteran 

Murder is the medicine, fine I'll stop the pedaling 

Bullet in your brain leave your head in pain 

On the ground you'll be laying reaching for exceteran ceteran, ceteran 

But fuck that headache 'cuz you headed for a wake 

I threw the gun in the lake, so they don't see me upstate 

Now they don't have a clue and shit 

Around the way I see your name written on the walls 

Like rest in peace in you and shit 

Your crew they ain't doing shit 

Your mom's talking about the city had you suing it 

Ha, I got the name Michael inbreded on the mack 11 

They send punk niggas on the highway to heaven 

You want to see God hit you with about seven 

You want to see God hit you with about seven 

Like you shop in Pennsylvania, your blood straight redden 

Get it redden Pennsylvania, you want to shoot a fear one 

I might swing my hands like Macarena 

Messing with my cru 

Messing with my cru 

We will kill you 

We will kill you 

You don't have a fucking clue 

(Clue) 

What we came to do 

What we came to do 

You don't have a fucking clue 

What we came to do 

What we came to do 

Messing with my cru 

Messing with my cru 

We will kill you 

We will kill you 

You don't have a fucking clue 

(Clue) 

What we came to do 

What we came to do 

You don't have a fucking clue 

What we came to do 

What we came to do