CRU - Bluntz & Bakakeemis Lyrics
f/ Tracey Lee, Antoniette, Jim Hydro{YogiAiyo I used to roll 30 deep thru the Boogie DownNow it's just me, my tech and like 30 roundsPlus the Rhythim Blunt stuck up, mutha uck(The Might Ha: Hit him the head Voo)Word to Uncle Buck{AntionetteAiyo, bring up ya weight, make moves state to stateNo debate, Antionette's been hot since '88What? Niggas floss since I made Who's The BossBig Yog, had the stove, now the Holocaust is mad dramaMad scama, drinkin Bahama mammas,eatin niggas up like Jeffrey DhamaIllegal self dirty cats, niggas duckin down from the clapsNo shorts, no actsSittin pretty like Frank Nitty, forgive meNew York shit is in me, mad love for my cityAll hail the Queen of the C.R.U.My peeps call me too, they killin till I'm thruGet hit between the eye like Moe Green with the shit that ya fiendHold the scars up with Mabeline, check the seedYoung dums laced impressed me, buts how I get the lex with the sheAiyo I used to be shy, but now I speak my mindI used to pack eights, but now I pack a nineI used to the girl known for dissin MC LyteBut now that shit is squashed and everything's allrightI used to be a female that was straight up hardcoreFlipped R&B just to hit the dance floorFigured out quick that's as soft as I can getBut now I'm back and harder than a dick{Tracey LeeShit is sick, so hit ahead niggaNo run of the mill nigga, but a real niggaWith flows wetter than gold diggersI flow niggas like Frank Glims the name listL-Rocks, for all the changesBut the game with the game flowPlayin to PakistanLast of the real premiere nigga with the mass appealNiggas know the fact, that I got mad skills then HovaMic like a rover, R.N.F. for life, I told yaI set off like the bridge is overA wild nigga who be killin more cats than VillanovaHittin in ease with lyrical styles open williesThan sippin on fifth sarilly, in the sixth under seriesYou know the staff with me, is suppose to blast with me & bullshitThat comes out of the mic, from studio pulls to pull pittsWith full clips, get devoured like thatCount stacks, and house niggas with the power like snapsRollin hard deep, to weak niggas who wanna start beefMe and the Cru, this how we do it in the East, mutha*****a{ChadeeoNow let me tell ya niggas, what's really goin onLyrical tornados, hurned and brainstormedBut I flows for now, and gunfire laterLeave a hole in you the size of a craterRape paper chase, got lives gettin erasedNow I grab mics, plugged them in front of my faceRepresent Cru, with rhymes or gunsparksWhatever it takes nigga, till death do us part{Jim HydroWhen my Cru be comin thru, ya better recognizeYou don't know the steez, then analizeNiggas be playin, so if they want flagWe hit the tags, and the black R ragsI got the steel, to keep it realStayin strapped, with the gatsPuerto Ricans and blacks, we heat sacks and bluntz yes I knowOne to the two to the Jim Hydro{ChadeeoBringin it down a level on the lay back sideThis chaz attitude is a Jeckel & HydeWith no matter what, you step upAiyo my wild side, will have to arrupt{YogiCuz we comin equip with the loaded Bronx BomberYa wanna step up better wear a suit of armorAnd the bulletproof vest, if you try to see meThe Rhythim Blunt a smoke ya then grab a Bakakeemi
