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648 Raleigh Rd Video (MV)




Performed By: CloverdaleRell
Length: 3:22
Written by: Gerell Brown




CloverdaleRell - 648 Raleigh Rd Lyrics




I keep something for sell, my hustle on Carter Ray
New nigga's never learn, til they caught a case
If you don't have no charges, get a permit and keep steel
You catch em fronting, flashing them burners, they free kills

You know how that shit go, shooting outside of Citgo
Short temper, with a heart big as Kidco
Blue lights, trunk full of Cherry Pie straight from Frisco
F*ck seeing a box, I'ma punch it like Klitschko

VVS's in the ring, never SI's
Flooded the Clovi piece, until it capsized
I worked to hard, don't treat me like them rap guys
Reach for mine, thats a sin, I'll get you baptized

C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
Niggas on some robbing shit, a gun is a requirement
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
Niggas on some robbing shit, a gun is a requirement

It goes, 1 for the money and 2 for the blow
3 shots for your man, cause he was moving too slow
A million ways to get it, this the one that we chose
We the one's that robbed the card games, and made nigga's fold

Always wanted a bag, I looked up to Hook
Fat Steve was the barber, if she looked she getting took
Tryin to get a cut and Nerds, nigga's biddin on the chair
Well respected since a kid, they didn't ask me to sweep hair

I got this down bitch, for me, she'll tell her mother lies
I be on some street shit, she grew up on the side
Where the grass greener, but the shit I do be justified
The Mount like New Jack City, I'll get you lullabied

C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
Niggas on some robbing shit, a gun is a requirement
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
Niggas on some robbing shit, a gun is a requirement

The Ese's in Cross Creek say, it's hard to trust a gringo
F*ck the price, we taking shit, that's all we know
Havin it is the main thing, how, thats the B-Roll
I had them drums in VW, like Ringo

You don't know the lingo, you better learn quick
Nigga's wanna throw you a party, that means you lookin like lick
My man just came home, he worse than we he left
He said, ain't no rehabilitation, them pussies getting stretched

I'ma Louboutin rockin, pistol poppin
Type to do whatever to fill a Christmas stockin
Gucci ski mask rockin and a Glock 10
Kick a door, turn a kickback into a lock in
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
Niggas on some robbing shit, a gun is a requirement
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
Niggas on some robbing shit, a gun is a requirement

Flying high in the friendly sky's
(Flying high)
Without ever leaving ground
Rest of the folks are tired and weary
And have laid their bodies down
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I keep something for sell, my hustle on Carter Ray
New nigga's never learn, til they caught a case
If you don't have no charges, get a permit and keep steel
You catch em fronting, flashing them burners, they free kills

You know how that shit go, shooting outside of Citgo
Short temper, with a heart big as Kidco
Blue lights, trunk full of Cherry Pie straight from Frisco
F*ck seeing a box, I'ma punch it like Klitschko

VVS's in the ring, never SI's
Flooded the Clovi piece, until it capsized
I worked to hard, don't treat me like them rap guys
Reach for mine, thats a sin, I'll get you baptized

C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
Niggas on some robbing shit, a gun is a requirement
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
Niggas on some robbing shit, a gun is a requirement

It goes, 1 for the money and 2 for the blow
3 shots for your man, cause he was moving too slow
A million ways to get it, this the one that we chose
We the one's that robbed the card games, and made nigga's fold

Always wanted a bag, I looked up to Hook
Fat Steve was the barber, if she looked she getting took
Tryin to get a cut and Nerds, nigga's biddin on the chair
Well respected since a kid, they didn't ask me to sweep hair

I got this down bitch, for me, she'll tell her mother lies
I be on some street shit, she grew up on the side
Where the grass greener, but the shit I do be justified
The Mount like New Jack City, I'll get you lullabied

C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
Niggas on some robbing shit, a gun is a requirement
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
Niggas on some robbing shit, a gun is a requirement

The Ese's in Cross Creek say, it's hard to trust a gringo
F*ck the price, we taking shit, that's all we know
Havin it is the main thing, how, thats the B-Roll
I had them drums in VW, like Ringo

You don't know the lingo, you better learn quick
Nigga's wanna throw you a party, that means you lookin like lick
My man just came home, he worse than we he left
He said, ain't no rehabilitation, them pussies getting stretched

I'ma Louboutin rockin, pistol poppin
Type to do whatever to fill a Christmas stockin
Gucci ski mask rockin and a Glock 10
Kick a door, turn a kickback into a lock in
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
Niggas on some robbing shit, a gun is a requirement
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
C.R.I.M.E
Criminals rule in my environment
Niggas on some robbing shit, a gun is a requirement

Flying high in the friendly sky's
(Flying high)
Without ever leaving ground
Rest of the folks are tired and weary
And have laid their bodies down
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Writer: Gerell Brown
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