with my gat gat gat Keep a close casket, made a son a bastard Got to stay strapped, put the Cru is comin back [Yogi] Loungin with my Cru, above Meck
the hands you clap If your girl's in the club, it's your girl I'm at If you don't know, check the sound I am from the boo-gie down The Rhythem Blunt Cru, The Cru
(feat. Tracey Lee, Antoniette, Jim Hydro) [Yogi] Aiyo I used to roll 30 deep thru the Boogie Down Now it's just me, my tech and like 30 rounds Plus
[Y=Yogi C=Chadio M=Mighty Ha] [Y] Aiyyo on a midnight creep through a New York project Wit my ghetto tech, blastin, "Protect Ya Neck" With my chicken
O.J. Yet I'm "F-R-E-S-H" [Chorus: Woman Vocalist] An Uck, Cru don't give an uck Fresh, Wild & Bold don't give an uck Give an uck, Cru don't give uck
cream and the scotties that beam While others fiend, I'm abouts da beamer Think about your girl, just say what (Say what!), I'm a dreamer Called up CRU
to the back Sport a pair of Balley's and a Mighty Ha hat Comin from the Bronx like KRS-One Electrify the crowd like they shooting stone guns Rhythem Blunt Cru
[Chorus Yogi & Chadio] My bitch, my everlovin' bitch From you I never switch My bitch, my everlovin' bitch From you I never switch My bitch, my everlovin
all Got the beat from my man Big Stan 50 Grand Rhythem Blunt Cru, Black Rob in demand [Chadeeo] Mic check one, and the mic check two Rhythem Blunt Cru
the E & J Partyin', 'til your bare remain You're killin' 'em, ok you bring it to 'em Everyday, just like Mary J. Honeys at the bar sippin' Alaze Cru and
bitches Ain't no more hoes No freaks, no niggas No gun sligin, right about now Tonight only, yo, we just gonna ride [Chorus x2: Yogi] Loungin' wit my Cru
the track The C R U uptown attack Scandalous from here to Now Just Back up to the isle where it's ill like dust Now who's rollin thru? And yo who fucks with Cru
for dollars and a drink, fuck lotto Goin all out, all over, best believe Playin shits for keeps and wild tricks up my sleeve Chad-i-o, rollin wit Cru
(feat. Ras Kass) [Yogi] Yeah...HA...Cru... [Mighty Ha] Mic checka da one, the mic check three [Yogi] Cru in you baby... [Mighty Ha] Mic checka da one
[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
day's the 4th of July with the sparks in the sky Aimin at the Gods as we get high, what's your pleasure? Sippin on the booze and the Cru's smoke the
[CHORUS: Mighty Ha] UP NORTH, DOO ON (???), BIG OOH, SOUTH SIDE!!! (give my nigga love on a seven inch slide) [x3] [Yogi] Aye yo I turned 21 bust 22
[heavy breathing] [Yogi] Niggas comin XL on the exhale Crackin Watson Avenue, dope on Intervale Hey, these really spray feds are watchin Fiends comin
