Cru - The Illz lyrics

[Chorus x2: All] 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 [Yogi] Aiyo you rockin to my melody God like Rakim n***as on the jail said I be like "Not Him" Aiyo surprise n***a, I'm on the rise n***a Loungin while you didn't catch up on my fries n***a I keeps it real than ya ever, remember that brother While him and stars talkin bout better They know my sh**s mean like definitions Check ya condition, I got ya prescriptions I am the arrow and Chad is the crossbow Say somethin now [Chadeeo] Thought so Flows articulis, ridiculous Roam the streets, inconspicuous How many MC's gotta get wet, many more cuz these n***as don't seem to know yet Blow you out the sky like a teeba 747 Street soldier, like Sleeba Defiance, runnin with a how alliance Jumps pop sh**, but yo they know the science Read they style like a final call So they all fall like the Berlin Wall Create a rivers, more complex then prisms Got sh** locked like prisons Non faction, indicted no conviction Beg description with a paper addiction [Chorus x2] [Mighty Ha in background sayin stuff that rhymes with Illz] [Yogi] 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 minds is sweet like Tevin Campbell Kid you can't handle The Y.O.G., I'm blowin out n***as candles Then I bring the fire to that a** 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 then a? eleven And Y.O., you know Comin thru ya block like Hurricane Yugo [Chadeeo] 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 n***as 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 [Yogi] Done, increase the peace When my piece increase Only act increase, when the gat release Come play like Jeru, ya prophet resolves my sh** True, Rhythm Blunt comes thru with the Illz [Chorus x2] [Mighty Ha again rhymin with Illz] [Yogi] 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