My Crew Can't Go For That - Trigger Tha Gambler, Smoothe da Hustler, D.V. Alias Khrist

My crew can’t go for that, no-o ah ha, no can do

Now my crew can’t go for that

can’t go for that, can’t go for that

No can do!

Do you wanna take a ride thru the hood?

The roughest clique, serious, up to no good

Can’t go for no progress, it leads to stress

Mess when we step you’ll get’cha neck snapped when I’m thru

The axe on the necks, left for trach

We heard your footsteps in the city where the sun don’t shine

Reign affliction last forever when it’s the race upon the 9

Ruckus, so plan your mind and organise

I sit back in my bed watch Bill and Ted

Make sure my days is excellent before my eyes get red

The professor teachin rappers without the lecture

My texture move forty yards like rave tracks without the measure (measure)

My crew come better, better come with crews that’s beef setters

Settin beef I’m known for bein that rhyme deader you can’t defeat (uhh)

Somethin that was made to never die

I’m here for a reason dats why God trusty, nah!

If nobody told you I’ma show you

checkmate your king, overthrow you

You crown me King like checkers

Jump and blow you way out, stay out

My knight’s out to put ya day out

I’m losin it, confusin it

Next level mentality to add on, take away reality, I’m usin it

But most don’t agree with these tactics

They find MC’s in the middle of four wars on their knees

Cuz I freak it backwards, backward’s how I freak it, peep it

My sanity helps me live it and speak it frequent

Slowly I can capture criminal raptures

The master blowin MC’s with minimal batches of rappers

What be the malfunction?

Function

cause the funk, we are the jump just like the junction

Clique policies

don’t y’all place lace, get broken when it step up to these

Ya best ta take heed

With all love, due to the fact I jump funk on tracks

Get down for stacks, my crew can’t go for that

And to be exact my gamblin staff stay with a Mac

The clip-on wack 'head for attack, can’t find no map

The remedy be in me, I see

Jump funkin, funkin we jump in ???

tha South instantly

Drive-by, the hitman for hire

Settin wack crews on fire

Bow down to your lyrical musical sire

D-aah-V extraordanaire

Kick snares in your end til your jams be def cool, who’s left?

Cardiac arrest my chest like DT’s or raps, man

Now bring it all to a close, close it off

Put that raw style and the game, froze it off

so it all a boil down to this

Basically facin me you’re mistakingly ludicrous

I ain’t new to this!