Me & My Crew lyrics

by

Large Professor


[Chorus]
Me and my crew, me and my crew we'll be chillin' and
Front on this and get dissed, motherf*cker
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 n*ggas 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, f*ck what you heard
More four-five, motherf*cker 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 sh*t
Little n*gga loco, catchin' bodies on a solo
Props for killin' cops, I'm Hell-bound
I'm on a motherf*ckin' 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? n*gga, 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, f*ck that, kid, you know my name
Peace, I'm outtie, me and my motherf*ckin' crew
[Chorus]
Me and my crew, me and my crew, we be chillin' and
Front on this and get dissed, motherf*cker
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 motherf*ckin' name?
Fight, I make ya fight motherf*ckin' buck wild
Shootin' n*ggas 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 n*gga with real motherf*ckin' skills
Far from weak, so get off the f*ckin' 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, motherf*cker
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 n*ggas get funny
My sh*t is real, I had to pioneer this
Around the way, all the fake n*ggas 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, f*ck the court
So bad they tried to lock me in a group home
Prodigy's hard, but f*ck 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 f*ck 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, motherf*cker
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' pus*y, then b*tch, you ain't invited
I'm on some other sh*t that you couldn't f*ck with
Destructive and couldn't give a f*ck kid
Little n*ggas don't die, if they said so, they lied
Immediate death to those who tried
The dark-skinned brother, unlike the others
When n*ggas see my crew, they know to burn rubber
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