CRU

CRU - The Illz lyrics

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[Chorus x2: All]

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

[Yogi]

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

I am the arrow and Chad is the crossbow

Say somethin now

[Chadeeo]

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

747 Street soldier, like Sleeba

Defiance, runnin with a how alliance

Jumps pop shit, but yo they know the science

Read they style 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

[Chorus x2]

[Mighty Ha in background sayin stuff that rhymes with

Illz]

[Yogi]

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 minds 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 then a ? eleven

And Y.O., you know

Comin thru ya block like Hurricane Yugo

[Chadeeo]

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

[Yogi]

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 thru with the Illz

[Chorus x2]

[Mighty Ha again rhymin with Illz]

[Yogi]

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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