Cru Wreckgonize Lyrics

Wreckgonize Lyrics

f/ Black Rob



[Black Rob]

Yo all I do is drop lethal, yall know my peo-ple

Verbally it's a massacre

I'm sharper then shanks up in Attica

Choke them lethally till he suffocate

Lifeless but step into this shit that's priceless

I cut the life force, now I'm on the right course

I stifle, those that pop shit but carry rifle, triflin

Yet I'm wise, every murder's organized

It's premeditated so brothers recognize

No escapin the hell-a-coust, pay your toll, come across

And watch me test my burner on a horse

Hom-i-ci-dal, I used the vital when I step to suck-a-cidal

It all balls down to my recital

No time to waste, fill the bass I got ya head in the suitcase

Smilin while I'm look at ya dead face

The cause of death still remains a mystery it's a pity

They caught me cause the source had to flicker me

Not at all tops the shame, no external no blood stains

Sharp objects to pierce the brain

I got enough dope for your veins and restrain

Hand cuffs and chains nuthin but pain



[Chorus Yogi]

Nigga, you better Wreckgonize

You bett-er, Wreck-gon-nize

Nigga, you better Wreckgonize

Nigga, you better Wreckgonize, nigga



[Yogi]

Car-los, the base head, is lurkin (lurkin)

Askin for change nigga constantly urkin

Ms. Elizabeth callin out the win-dow to her husband Joe

Nigga died a year ago

And every day's the 4th of July with the sparks in the sky

Aimin at the Gods as we get high, what's your pleasure?

Sippin on the booze and the Cru's smoke the blunts

The whole blunt, nuthin but the blunt

But the O heads in the pro-jects, hit the he-ron

Dozin off in front of liquor stores through a p-long

Don't know how to act, Sister Eve go to church

But she still smoke the cracks, praise to the lord, doin bad

Spanish kids across the bridge popin on that nes tabs

Go to the bar drop the "yay-yo"

Sniffin with the lows, all red lookin feyo

And the ledge round the way, Yogi still smokes dust

Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice-Be, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice)

I guess that lesson wasn't delivered

When Chip and Elah took that long walk in the river

Fuck a 95, we got the 9 2-5's, 3 8-10, 2 4-4's

Make a nigga hesitate

That's if you don't know the date



[Chrous]



[Chadio]

In actuality violence is my reality

Some tend to talk me but to them it's just a fallacy

True lies, you kick your stories on the street

Now it's true, listened twisted up and say it was you

But me, I'm representin while my peeps puff herb, superb

Dropin bombs like a Boznian, Serb's my word

It gets no deeper, I bet the Grim Reaper

While layin on my chest wish-in I had worn a vest

Now don't ask why just Wreckgonize my demise

Runnin from 4-5's spark the drive-by's

Long hot days in July, the blood dries

And the kid that didn't run is the kid who dies

The body states of America filled with lies

Shorties runin and gunin in front of God's eye

It ain't no surprise that the brain just fries

Due to excessive use of the get highs

And I'm that same nigga drinkin Mi-tie

And we can't kick out habits no matter how man-y tries

Living amongst the new world, doin despise

Guys that don't give a fuck the just chastise

But I rise, see my mind's too wise

Catchin bodies with chip-a-bodies I have no ties

Hittin home runs while you hit pop flies

Don't mind the size nigga just Wreckgonize



[Chorus 2X]