Boost The Crime Rate
| Title | Boost The Crime Rate |
|---|---|
| Artist | The Alchemist |
| Album | 1st Infantry |
| Release Date | 2004-06-29 |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | [Intro: J-Hood & Sheek Louch] (D-Block) Some gangsta shit right here (D-Block) We gon' need niggas to bust they guns on this, I ain't gon' lie Alchemist, this crazy here, daddy This gon' cause a riot Street shit (Grown man shit), Sheek Louch nigga, D-Block, nigga [Verse 1: Sheek Louch] I eat, shit, sleep breathe the hood Holidays I make sure niggas Easter good Lil' niggas need work, I let 'em fuck up wood Dirt weed, Sheek Louch been OG'd This street shit, homie, you can't buy it, can't learn it (Nah) Don't ask me why I drink and don't burn it Don't ask me why I load the hammer, if I'm goin' to chill I don't know who comin' to kill Look in my grill, see how smooth it feel It ain't tryin to get cut cause you dusted That's my word, Imma clap till the guard is busted With my niggas all over your dogs like mustard Grimey niggas can't be trusted I rather you catch me with the burna Then bid like a motherfuckin' man These faggot niggas takin' the stand I get at you when I come home, that's the plan (What up!) [Chorus: Sheek Louch] Clap, pop, bust, squeeze Boost the crime rate, boost the crime rate Grip, paw, stab, shank Boost the crime rate, boost the crime rate Base, coke, weed, wet Boost the crime rate, boost the crime rate Body, done, it's over for son Boost the crime rate, boost the crime rate [J-Hood] Another gangsta one, right here We gon' need niggas to bust they guns on this one I ain't gon' lie, y-yo, yo-yo [Verse 2: J-Hood] Where you want it, nigga, in the melon or on your stomach Who want it? We're packin' oowaps the size of trumpets Something in the kitchen, fuck a restaurant I'm a hood chef, scrape the fuckin' job until it ain't no fuckin' bass left We ain't only with the gang, we're starting a revolution Destroy tracks like I don't give a fuck who produced 'em I'm angry at the world, so don't bump me, jerk I'll poke you and turn your white-T to a tye dye shirt Who wanna get murked, who wanna get battered, you fuckin' faggot? I'm starving, get out my way 'cause I'm a motherfuckin' savage J-Hood, respect the name, I been told niggas Sitting back thinking 'bout all the dimes I sold niggas Them ballas'll put you right up on your ass like a chair Take both of your earrings and take both of your than melon nigga On his stomach I'm in the kill him, Louch, pass the trees And turn fyour volume up as uar it go and knok ait D-Block t King over the game, niggas need to stop itS You might also like[Chorus: Sheek Louch] Clpe, pop, bust, squ eze Boostthe crime rate, boost the crime rate Grip, hawk, stab, shank Boost the crime rate, boost the crime rate Base, coke, weed, wet Boost the crime rate, boost the crime rate Body, done, it's over for son Boost the crime rate, boost the crime rate [Outro: Sheek Louch] (D-Block) Haha, yeah, Sheek Louch (D-Block) J-Hood, Alchemist on the boards (D-Block) Haha, D-Block (D-Block) ... D-Block |