Armaggedon Lyrics - Singles - Cru

Showdown, Armageddon 

Allah, yo, Akbar 

One to the chest, two to the back 

Three to the face with my gat, gat, gat 

Keep a close casket, made a son a bastard 

Got to stay strapped but the Cru is comin' back 

Loungin' with my Cru above Meck and Harmony 

Bringin' like 13 other niggas, at least 

Took them for some action 'cuz we love to party 

The double agent, Biggie Smalls and BDP 

So um, walked up in the spot, pisses 

Hugs, frowns, hugs, disses 

Walkin' through the crowd I bumped into Russell Russ 

Huggin' me some love, you rich mothafuck 

Everyone was there, representin' 

Just a good shit, Funk Flex, representin' 

All of a sudden I thought shit gettin' thin 

Wu-tang actin' up with their group from Shaolin 

Erick Sermon tried to representin' his island 

He said, "Hey", niggas joked him 

Redman seen this nigga, uh, nuh that's his brother 

Jumped over the bar like he was Soopaman Lova 

Jersey had his back, that's a fact 

But BDP was out to hit this nigg' with they classic traps 

Six minutes, KRS you're on 

The bridge is over, South Bronx drop the bomb 

Nas and his boys were in there yellin', "Kill that boy" 

Oh shit, in the gutter everything went wrong 

Biggie Smalls yellin', "Can't we just all get along?" 

Nope, it's Armageddon 

One to the chest, two to the back 

Three to the face with my gat, gat, gat 

Keep a close casket, made a son a bastard 

Got to stay strapped but the Cru is comin' back 

One to the chest, two to the back 

Three to the face with my gat, gat, gat 

Keep a close casket, made a son a bastard 

Got to stay strapped but the Cru is comin' back 

Oh, shit, all hell breakin' loose 

Instead I should of went to that party at the muse 

For ugly, I didn't and here's where I'm at 

Chill, is that Q-Tip pullin' out a gat? 

Damn, now I know somethin's really wrong 

First to bust off, Fat Joe from P-Long 

Black moon caught mad brooms and they done 

Method Man, murdered by the same gun 

Kool G. Rap lickin' shot and KRS 

But he didn't die fast 'cuz the brother had a vest 

Ooh, nigga took Kool G. with him 

Both dead from head wounds when the lead hit him 

Everybody going buck nuggy, word life 

Rakim throwed slit by Eric B's knife 

Damn, this gettin' iller than I thought 

Playin' the back on the law so I won't get caught 

Wonder where Yogi is at in this piece 

LL slumped over the bar, deceased 

Redman, a dead man, essence forever 

Latifah in the corner with a fuckin' head sever 

But as I look around, know everybody's dead 

Wait, what's that code shit on?