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C R U, we makin that cream |
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People always sayin what the hell do rap mean |
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Rhythm Blunt Cru, we makin that cream |
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People always sayin what the hell do rap mean |
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[Yogi] |
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Aiyo you rockin to my melody God like Rakim |
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Niggas on the jail said I be like "Not Him" |
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Aiyo surprise nigga, I'm on the rise nigga |
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Loungin while you didn't catch up on my fries nigga |
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I keeps it real than ya ever, remember that brother |
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While him and stars talkin bout better |
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They know my shits mean like definitions |
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Check ya condition, I got ya prescriptions |
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I am the arrow and Chad is the crossbow |
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Say somethin now |
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[Chadeeo] |
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Thought so |
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Flows articulis, ridiculous |
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Roam the streets, inconspicuous |
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How many MC's gotta get wet, many more cuz these |
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Niggas don't seem to know yet |
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Blow you out the sky like a teeba |
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747 Street soldier, like Sleeba |
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Defiance, runnin with a how alliance |
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Jumps pop shit, but yo they know the science |
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Read they style like a final call |
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So they all fall like the Berlin Wall |
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Create a rivers, more complex then prisms |
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Got shit locked like prisons |
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Non faction, indicted no conviction |
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Beg description with a paper addiction |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Mighty Ha in background sayin stuff that rhymes with |
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Illz] |
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[Yogi] |
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Yo it's the Illz yo |
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It's like that yo |
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A Gucci don yo |
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A Y.O.G. yo |
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Chadeeo yo |
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Mighty Ha yo |
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Baby Chris yo |
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The Bystorm yo |
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My minds is sweet like Tevin Campbell |
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Kid you can't handle |
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The Y.O.G., I'm blowin out niggas candles |
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Then I bring the fire to that ass |
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Rhythm Blunt goin strong and they burnin kinda fast |
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Rhythm Blunt, C R U whatever |
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All my ghetto dwellas boyakah together |
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Peace to the Gods, the G is the seven |
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Hittin harder then a ? eleven |
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And Y.O., you know |
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Comin thru ya block like Hurricane Yugo |
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[Chadeeo] |
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You know, it's either rhymes or the straps |
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Make sure you want it cuz there's no turn back |
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The gun ain't my God, but without one it's hard |
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To get ahead, see the lead, left the niggas scarred |
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Taught ya soul, in the street without a dime |
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Had to resort to the heat and petty crime |
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Then it got deep, some peeps laid to rest |
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Nine Millie short but partners got blessed |
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Force to the gun, some people got done |
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Now we try to channel thoughts into a pun |
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[Yogi] |
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Done, increase the peace |
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When my piece increase |
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Only act increase, when the gat release |
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Come play like Jeru, ya prophet resolves my shit |
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True, Rhythm Blunt comes thru with the Illz |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Mighty Ha again rhymin with Illz] |
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[Yogi] |
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Yo it's the Illz yo |
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Black Rob yo |
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KB yo |
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Tracey Lee yo |
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Antoinette yo |
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L.I.P. yo |
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Daddy Lite yo |
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The Violators yo |
