Cru - Bluntz & BakakeemisLyrics

{Yogi} Aiyo I used to roll 30 deep through the Boogie Down Now it's just me, my tech and like 30 rounds Plus the rhythm Blunt stuck up, mutha uck (The Might Ha: Hit him the head Voo) Word to Uncle Buck {Antionette} Aiyo, bring up ya weight, make moves state to state No debate, Antionette's been hot since '88 What? Niggas floss since I made Who's The Boss Big Yog, had the stove, now the Holocaust is mad drama Mad scama, drinkin Bahama mammas, eatin niggas up like Jeffrey Dhama Illegal self dirty cats, niggas duckin down from the claps No shorts, no acts Sittin pretty like Frank Nitty, forgive me New York shit is in me, mad love for my city All hail the Queen of the C.R.U. My peeps call me too, they killin till I'm through Get hit between the eye like Moe Green with the shit that ya fiend Hold the scars up with Mabeline, check the seed Young dums laced impressed me, buts how I get the lex with the she Aiyo I used to be shy, but now I speak my mind I used to pack eights, but now I pack a nine I used to the girl known for dissin MC Lyte But now that shit is squashed and everything's allright I used to be a female that was straight up hardcore Flipped R&B just to hit the dance floor Figured out quick that's as soft as I can get But now I'm back and harder than a dick {Tracey Lee} Shit is sick, so hit ahead nigga No run of the mill nigga, but a real nigga With flows wetter than gold diggers I flow niggas like Frank Glims the name list L-Rocks, for all the changes But the game with the game flow Playin to Pakistan Last of the real premiere nigga with the mass appeal Niggas know the fact, that I got mad skills then Hova Mic like a rover, R.N.F. for life, I told ya I set off like the bridge is over A wild nigga who be killin more cats than Villanova Hittin in ease with lyrical styles open willies Than sippin on fifth sarilly, in the sixth under series You know the staff with me, is suppose to blast with me & bullshit That comes out of the mic, from studio pulls to pull pitts With full clips, get devoured like that Count stacks, and house niggas with the power like snaps Rollin hard deep, to weak niggas who want to start beef Me and the Cru, this how we do it in the East, muthafucka {Chadeeo} Now let me tell ya niggas, what's really goin on Lyrical tornados, hurned and brainstormed But I flows for now, and gunfire later Leave a hole in you the size of a crater Rape paper chase, got lives gettin erased Now I grab mics, plugged them in front of my face Represent Cru, with rhymes or gunsparks Whatever it takes nigga, till death do us part {Jim Hydro} When my Cru be comin through, ya better recognize You don't know the steez, then analize Niggas be playin, so if they want flag We hit the tags, and the black are rags I got the steel, to keep it real Stayin strapped, with the gats Puerto Ricans and blacks, we heat sacks and bluntz yes I know One to the two to the Jim Hydro {Chadeeo} Bringin it down a level on the lay back side This chaz attitude is a Jeckel & Hyde With no matter what, you step up Aiyo my wild side, will have to arrupt {Yogi} 'cause we comin equip with the loaded Bronx Bomber Ya want to step up better wear a suit of armor And the bulletproof vest, if you try to see me The rhythm Blunt a smoke ya then grab a Bakakeemi