Up north doo on, big ooh south side (Give my nigga love on a seven inch slide) Up north doo on, big ooh south side (Give my nigga love on a seven inch
Aiyo I'm just lottin' thru cuz I finished with that booty call Green Acres more, lot and Queens had it all Got the beat from my man Big Stan 50 Grand
Yo This joint right here Is dedicated To the infamous, late great Donald Goines Word life, C, R, U, Cru representaion Black Girl Lost, her pop is, Daddy
Showdown, Armageddon Allah, yo, Akbar One to the chest, two to the back Three to the face with my gat, gat, gat Keep a close casket, made a son a bastard
Yo all I do is drop lethal, y'all know my people Verbally it's a massacre, I'm sharper then shanks up in Attica Choke them lethally till he suffocate
Niggas comin' XL on the exhale Crackin' Watson Avenue, dope on interval Hey, these really spray feds are watchin' Fiends comin' through beggin' I'm knock
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
What goes on, well 1 2, 1 2, 1 2, 1 2 C R U, C R U, bubblin', bubblin' 1 2, 1 2, 1 2, 1 2 C R U, C R U, bubblin', bubblin' I be that lay back loungin
Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock down I'm from the isle,
Run for the cue Lisa Lipps Was a Rolling Stone, huh Yeah, wherever she slap slob wasn't home And now she's gone, ain't no sun Shine meaning she's gone
My outlet is full of powerful niggas Electrify ya tie, spark up the lah Keep the room dark, let me fill out my high Then slap box my ghost till one of
Tonight, tonight the rhythm blunt is gonna rip the mic (Smoke blunts all night long) Baby, all night long Daylight, daylight you still be Rockin' with
My bitch, my everlovin' bitch From you, I never switch My bitch, my everlovin' bitch From you, I never switch My bitch, my everlovin' bitch From you,
Aiyo, tonight, ain't no more bitches Ain't no more hoes, no freaks, no niggas No gun sligin', right about now Tonight only, yo, we just gonna ride Loungin
I remember the way you used to fuck me I remember the way you used to fuck me You can't deny that your fuckin' is so weak So don't waste my time (Don
Aiyyo on a midnight creep through a New York Project Wit my ghetto tech, blastin, Protect Ya Neck With my chicken head major ass cheeks bow Punk niggas
Yeah Ha Cru Mic checka da one the mic check three Cru in you baby Mic checka da one the mic check three Mix it up with the big Y.O Comin' from the Laf
Now how you feel about the C R U kid you know the deal Flowin' like a flow with my heart like steel Doin' how we do, then we bring it to ya face To let