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Cru( Cru (band) )
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The Illz
Lyricist:J Graham, A Holms, C Santiago
C R U, we makin' that cream People always sayin' what the hell do rap mean Rhythm Blunt Cru, we makin' that cream People always sayin' what the hell do rap mean
C R U, we makin' that cream People always sayin' what the hell do rap mean Rhythm Blunt Cru, we makin' that cream People always sayin' what the hell do rap mean
Aiyo you rockin' to my melody God like Rakim Niggas on the jail said, I be like 'Not Him' Aiyo surprise nigga, I'm on the rise nigga Loungin' while you didn't catch up on my fries nigga
I keeps it real than ya ever, remember that brother While him and stars talkin' 'bout better They know my shits mean like definitions Check ya condition, I got ya prescriptions
See I am the arrow and Chad is the crossbow Say somethin' now
Thought so, flows articulis, ridiculous Roam the streets, inconspicuous How many MC's gotta get wet, many more 'Cuz these niggas don't seem to know yet
Blow you out the sky like a teeba 7 4 7 Street soldier, like Sleeba Defiance, runnin' with a how alliance Jumps pop shit, but yo they know the science
Read they styles like a final call So they all fall like the Berlin Wall Create a rivers, more complex then prisms Got shit locked like prisons
Non faction, indicted no conviction Beg description with a paper addiction
C R U, we makin' that cream People always sayin' what the hell do rap mean Rhythm Blunt Cru, we makin' that cream People always sayin' what the hell do rap mean
C R U, we makin' that cream People always sayin' what the hell do rap mean Rhythm Blunt Cru, we makin' that cream People always sayin' what the hell do rap mean
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Yo it's the Illz yo, it's like that yo A Gucci don yo, A Y.O.G. yo Chadeeo yo, Mighty Ha yo Baby Chris yo, The Bystorm yo
My mind is sweet like Tevin Campbell Kid you can't handle, the Y.O.G., I'm blowin 'out niggas candles Then I bring the fire to that ass Rhythm Blunt goin' strong and they burnin' kinda fast
Rhythm Blunt, C R U whatever All my ghetto dwellas boyakah together Peace to the Gods, the G is the seven Hittin' harder than a [Incomprehensible]eleven
And Y.O., you know Comin' through your block like Hurricane Yugo
You know, it's either rhymes or the straps Make sure you want it 'cuz there's no turn back The gun ain't my God, but without one it's hard To get ahead, see the lead, left the niggas scarred
Taught ya soul, in the street without a dime Had to resort to the heat and petty crime Then it got deep, some peeps laid to rest Nine Millie short but partners got blessed
Force to the gun, some people got done Now we try to channel thoughts into a pun
Done, increase the peace when my piece increase Only act increase, when the gat release Come play like Jeru, ya prophet resolves my shit True, Rhythm Blunt comes thrrough with the Illz
C R U, we makin' that cream People always sayin' what the hell do rap mean Rhythm Blunt Cru, we makin' that cream People always sayin' what the hell do rap mean
C R U, we makin' that cream People always sayin' what the hell do rap mean Rhythm Blunt Cru, we makin' that cream People always sayin' what the hell do rap mean
Yo it's the Illz yo, Black Rob yo KB yo, Tracey Lee yo Antoinette yo, L.I.P. yo Daddy Lite yo, The Violators yo
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