LBC Crew

LBC Crew - Beware Of My Crew lyrics

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[Voice box] 

Somebody, somewhere, best beware of my crew [x2] 



[Tray Deee adlib] 

Yeah! [x2] 



[Tray Deee] 

Comin from the city where no pity is show 

And everybody want to be a G when they grown 

Same song in my hood 

As it is in yourz 

They send real niggaz to the pen and score 

Wars caused by yall 

A bitch is a punk 

Speakin on the ones that's the quickest to dump 

Same fools ridin that'z been down for yearz 

Cuz that's the shit when they around they peers 

Three cheers to the turf for whatever its worth 

Cuz imma represent till I'm set in the dirt 

My mentality, battle the opponent to dip 

And checkin every nigga that ever wanted to step 

In my direction 

Wit a question fo testin 

This action I represent fo inspection 

When some jump then I'm dumpin 

Pumpin fear in ya ear 

When ya hear that I'm bumpin 



[Voice box & Nate Dogg] 

Somebody, somewhere, best beware of my crew 



[Techniec] 

It's groovy how I sooth thee 

Light complexion 

Who's next to flex 

These MC's, please 

I'm feed up. Head up 

And that's just the way I display 

Any time a day a duel 

Dynamically wit the lyrical tool 

Fuel on the fire warms the desire 

To get this rap game stretched down to the wire, sire 

My pimp-hog status will blast ya seat 

From t to the e-c-h-n-i-e-c (Techniec) 

Free from all this nonsense, guilt, and shame 

Can't trust no hoes 

They the one's to blame 

But what I did been through, seen, and touched 

Got a mental insent 

The hoes talk to much 

And outta my mouth comes nothing but game 

And outta yo mouth please keep my name 

Cuz verbally u herd of the t-e-c 

But why chase after he u cannot see 



[Voice box] 

Somebody, somewhere, best beware of my crew 



[Bad Azz] 

Recognize game when it's all in yo face off safety 

Close range with a mask on when I'm not dead shoot 

Out the window of a coup 

Dump wit the vest I swoop 

To the spot, to law low from the do-low 

Put my gun away, cuz they got done away 

By a rather pull a trigga type nigga 

See the stages off mic 

And shootin gauges off bikes 

It's like, livin and dyin 

While laughin and cryin 

In the same breath, U gain less 

Messin in the lex 

And I'm stressing for real 

Unless U feel 

That U strong enough, to go long enough 

It ain't nothing but a thang 

Nigga can u hang ? I bang 

Similar to a gang 

Hit U up, and on the mic I ain't nothing nice 

I leave U wit yo mental disturbed 

Sellin cabbage, smoking chronic on the curb 

Hoppin at my boys about them dallaz 

And impalas wit the switches 

Still lovin none of ya hoes 

Trustin none of ya bitches 

Cuz the key is to see through the trickz in they set 

Life is like craps 

I hit, niggaz bet 



[Voice box] 

Somebody, somewhere, best beware of my crew [x2] 



[Cinema] 

Now I gotta make my ends 

The best way I can 

Cuz my man's in the pen fo' ten 

Told me to handle his biz 

Told me to handle his kids 

And stay away from his tricks 

But the simp chose to take another route 

A love and a cell 

Ain't what the game is about 

Traded in his Benz for a Chevy Suberb 

Hit the throttle and I'll be ready to swerve 

Herb, smoke out a nigga hizzy 

Spare tire ya whole chizzy 

Fo' us to get buzy 

From city to city we mash 

All he ever seen was the 95' tag pass 

Cinema, the lil' cinnamon, pretty one 

Known to get em up wit anyone 

From sunup to sundown 

Servin pound fo' pound 

Smoking till the yay run down 



[Lil' C-Style] 

Ahh, it ain't to many crews that can do this shit 

Rue bitches ass, promotin gangsta shit 

Cuz see that's what people know all bout the compilation 

And since the shit droped 

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 his ass 

C-I-X feet deep! 

Now that's Gangsta 

So U 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 revelation of performin confusion 

And fuckin niggaz up in this game of music 



[C-Style adlib] 

Now that's gangsta! 

Hahaha, yeah! 

Now that's gangsta! 



[Voice box] 

Somebody, somewhere, best beware of my crew 



[Nate Dogg] 

Somebody, somewhere, best beware of my crew 



[Voice box] 

Best beware of my crew 



[Nate Dogg] 

Somebody, somewhere, best beware of my crew 



[Voice box] 

Best beware of my crew 

Somebody, somewhere, best beware of my crew
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