The Illz Lyrics - Cru

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 

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