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- C Santiago
- A Holms
 
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Cru - The Illz lyrics
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
 Cru - The Illz - http://motolyrics.com/cru/the-illz-lyrics.html
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





















