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The Alchemist - Boost The Crime Rate 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

[Interlude: 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
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Clap, pop, bust, squeze
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