Teksty:
Odd Crew

If only I could see myself while dying How my only blood drips out my veins If only I could lock my soul inside Not to watch me how I?m falling down

all you hate hoarders You niggaz was cool in school now you niggaz take orders I'm not dissin your job But now you listen and nod Some mount the limit shit I know this position is odd

Funky, alright One time for your mind, two times for Mumia's saint crew Three times for my Brooklyn dimes, seven times for pleasure I don't trip, I don

these broads What have you done to them? Rippin'it, sippin'it Puttin' a clip in it Trimmin' it off the women I'm swimming It's odd to me your words are

Know the *** 'fore you caught yourself lovin' it *** with a Benz *** it Doesn't it seem odd to you Big come through with mobs and crews Good fellas

for war BDP crew get up in that ass like a piece of toilet tissue General Lion I chase them all and I am on fiyah Represent the hardest crew, you know

canvas With a paint brush that a nigga can't truss Like a God so I can't rush, won't crush If you ever heard about a crew that can't bust Then motherfucker

All day and we couldn't have shit to say Broke up the families forever And to this day black folks can't stick together And it's odd Broke us down,

all you hate hoarders You niggaz were cool in school now you niggaz take orders I'm not dissin your job But now you listen and nod Some mount the limit shit, I know this position is odd