Cru - Live At The Tunnel lyrics

(feat. The Lox) [Jadakiss] It's all for real, word, word Yo, my outlet is full of powerful n***as Electrify ya tie, spark up the lah Keep the room dark, let me feel out my high Then slap box my ghost 'til one of us cry J to the MUAH, can n***as f** around? Then they better say "nah", word to Allah They all dyin' down, I got iron now Run upon 'em, co*k it back, then tie 'em down If he try to move then I gotta lie him down From Y-O, aka Riot Town I used to buy it, but I just supply it now Y'all used to talk, but you're all quiet now You know what it is that really make it scrape it Have a lot of cars, and the lot still vacent And you won't stop speakin' 'til I leave you on the cement Leakin', all hot none eatin' [Yogi] Slow down son, you're k** 'em Ok you can bring it to 'em Everyday, just like Mary J. Sippin' iced teas in the E & J Partyin', 'til your bare remain You're k**in' 'em, ok you bring it to 'em Everyday, just like Mary J. Honeys at the bar sippin' Alaze Cru and Lox says "You here, remain" I know you brailin' me, baby Yogi's in the lead, you're trailin' me, baby PHd's can't compete mines is better than yours So we can take it to the streets, my rum's redder than yours BX where the additcs sniffin' chalk outline And the clubs they shout mine, sh**'s about time Chad and Mighty Ha he the predicate felon When he make bail he eat more booty than Ellen, Who you tellin'? The world is mine like Esco If not, at least a house and Esgro Turnin' ghetto stars into Uncle Tom's Yo-gi, the uptown mellow low key Understandin' that my crew is strictly Shark Bar Champagne toastin' while you splittin' Clark Bars I'd rather be live at The Tunnel with Flex Then on the corner holdin' bundles, next [Styles] Y-O's time to see the hunger in me And I see the same thing in n***as younger than me Like they live, they ain't got a slice to give In the broken down home and they priceless kids Why wouldn't it grab the gun, heist the crib And they never learn sh** until twice they bid Like the world turn around funny clown money Everybody laugh when they have it What about the addicts, n***as that'll hustle for years 'Til they see the graveyard, up at thier tier Playin' spades, you in the world and you playin' charades If the war jumped off you wouldn't touch a gernade Wanna die for the cause? Lie for the dogs? n***as wanna play but never took time to pause Learned to remind and check the phat four Try to plug it in they wanna slice up the chords [Chadio] Yo, yo if you got the doe, B, than show me Cause I'm walkin' these streets and no one know me It's gon' change though, with the ill strange flow In the 9-8 push my a black Range Rove I keeps the real, seperate from the fake If I k**, yo, I'm doin so for the cake Blastin' go to a distant land See my gun's like church to a Christain man It's the code of the streets no time to explain Free that soul on up to the next plain Remember the pain, two shots from the flame Remember the bloodstains, the cold wet rain Little light guys with little white lies We takin' out cash and flippin' big white pies You rather run wild with your 9 mil. slant You watchin' too much Stallone and Van Damme [Sheek] Aiyyo Lox n***as what, what the f**, who up in here Where my crew at, wave your sh** in the air Now bust 'em once for the n***as who ain't with you And jam all above, show a muthaf**a love We make cake, but to make cake you need batter So if you ain't kickin' that sh** the beat ain't gonna matter Lox and Cru, helf a milli out of you So if you want it you can get the 60 shot pronto Sheek that kid that spit out like tabacco Lyrically f**ed yall, if it ain't chips, we ducked out Won't touch out if it ain't a 7 figure route Aye yo, Chad papa, where that cranberry and vodka Let's get flicks, spit on the n***as like this From Y-O to B-X y'all n***as straight C-X But we count the benjamins and collect chee-ecks My baguettes shine on my neck like Flex [Mighty Ha] Give 'em what they want, this what they lookin' for Y-O-G, Chadio and hooks from Mighty Ha Hit 'em with the data once again with bu*tah hits Peace to Chris Lighty and my peeps Mark Pitts Comin' with the bu*tahs, production Y-O-G Grab a chickenhead, lets crack the bubbly Flows by the Gods cause the styles pronto Dayes a do, dayes a do