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Johnny Winter - The Crawl Lyrics
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I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down

And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown

Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone

Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well

[Unverified]

Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under

Big pipes soundin' like thunder

Skated by the skin of my teeth

I had to put a man in his place last week

Now why you wanna come at me?

I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes

Wrong nigga for threats

Lone nigga wit long chrome

And we can dance till one of us drop

You score points fallin' wit good formation

I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn

The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun

To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war

Now you f*cked up, here come a real rocket launcher

Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod

That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard

But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night

And you can't come outside without fear

Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?

Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner

Keep me on your mind and don't slumber

Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass

[Unverified]

M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn

Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn

Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit

Squeeze off, let em know how real this is

M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer

No other gun runners keep a round like this

From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death

Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block

Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen

We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'

The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake

Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it

You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets

Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies

Still nuttin' pop but the shells

These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel

A gun runner nigga for real nigga

Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle

Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip

Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit

While you layin bloodied up in the Six

Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce

Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out

Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet

You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us

Everyday is like Fourth of July to us

Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch

Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched

Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched

Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge

While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head

Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray

Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way

[Unverified]
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I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down

And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown

Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone

Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well

[Unverified]

Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under

Big pipes soundin' like thunder

Skated by the skin of my teeth

I had to put a man in his place last week

Now why you wanna come at me?

I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes

Wrong nigga for threats

Lone nigga wit long chrome

And we can dance till one of us drop

You score points fallin' wit good formation

I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn

The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun

To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war

Now you f*cked up, here come a real rocket launcher

Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod

That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard

But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night

And you can't come outside without fear

Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?

Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner

Keep me on your mind and don't slumber

Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass

[Unverified]

M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn

Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn

Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit

Squeeze off, let em know how real this is

M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer

No other gun runners keep a round like this

From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death

Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block

Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen

We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'

The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake

Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it

You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets

Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies

Still nuttin' pop but the shells

These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel

A gun runner nigga for real nigga

Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle

Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip

Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit

While you layin bloodied up in the Six

Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce

Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out

Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet

You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us

Everyday is like Fourth of July to us

Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch

Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched

Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched

Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge

While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head

Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray

Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way

[Unverified]
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Writer: Raymond Victoria, Wayne Shuler
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