Yeah Ha Cru. Mic checka da one the mic check three. Cru in you baby. Mic checka da one the mic check three. . Mix it up with the big Y.O. Comin' from the Laf Isle with fat funk flow.
Niggas comin' XL on the exhale. Crackin' Watson Avenue, dope on interval. Hey, these really spray feds are watchin'. Fiends comin' through beggin' I'm knock 'em.
[Hook:] X 4. We bogus bogus and mafia!. Say what?. . [Never]. Stand tall when this shit jump off. Better back back down. Got a wild wolf pack attack. We'll body snatch em, crack em.
Special bulletin from Rall Dope Records. Have you been feelin' like a laim?. Have you been plaid by bitch?. Do niggas mass up at you when you come around?.
Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair. I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle. To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock down. I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle.
Mic check 1 to get ready, hon. Peace to the rhythm blunt Cru packin guns. And give me some funk that's wild and. Poundin. And i'll get nastier than Florida Evans doo-doo brownin.
Now how you feel about the C R U kid you know the deal. Flowin' like a flow with my heart like steel. Doin' how we do, then we bring it to ya face. To let the haters know the real.
Aiyo I'm just lottin' thru cuz I finished with that booty call. Green Acres more, lot and Queens had it all. Got the beat from my man Big Stan 50 Grand.
My bitch, my everlovin' bitch. From you, I never switch. My bitch, my everlovin' bitch. From you, I never switch. . My bitch, my everlovin' bitch. From you, I never switch.
Aiyo, tonight, ain't no more bitches. Ain't no more hoes, no freaks, no niggas. No gun sligin', right about now. Tonight only, yo, we just gonna ride.
My outlet is full of powerful niggas. Electrify ya tie, spark up the lah. Keep the room dark, let me fill out my high. Then slap box my ghost till one of us cry.
Run for the cue. . Lisa Lipps. Was a Rolling Stone, huh. Yeah, wherever she slap slob wasn't home. And now she's gone, ain't no sun. Shine meaning she's gone.
Yo. This joint right here. Is dedicated. To the infamous, late great. Donald Goines. Word life, C, R, U, Cru representaion. . Black Girl Lost, her pop is, Daddy Cool.
Aiyyo on a midnight creep through a New York. Project. Wit my ghetto tech, blastin, Protect Ya Neck. With my chicken head major ass cheeks bow. Punk niggas lookin at me with the rocks and they gold.
What goes on, well. . 1 2, 1 2, 1 2, 1 2. C R U, C R U, bubblin', bubblin'. 1 2, 1 2, 1 2, 1 2. C R U, C R U, bubblin', bubblin'. . I be that lay back loungin' from the Lafayette Ave..
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.
[Introduction]. We're The Cross Movement, which is an alliance of (uh). Born again believers in Jesus Christ. That are trusting God by His grace to become.
Oooh. Yeah. I could get used to this. Yeah. I could get used to this. Yeah Yeah. . I never had it this good before. And I think I might like some more.
Uite cum e: dragostea, inseamna durere. Cand numai unu' da si celalalt o cere. Sunt suparat pe tine,tu te superi ca te-nvinui. Nu pot nici cu tine,nici fara tine.
my mistake. i was having a bad day. threw your stuff in the fireplace. must have thought that it would take away. all my pain, how i feel about you. how you put me through so much, so much.