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cru - live at the tunnel lyrics

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my outlet is full of powerful n-gg-s
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

jae to the won can n-gg-s f-ck around?
and they better say nah, word to allah
they dyin’ down i got iron now
run upon ’em, c-ck it back, tie ’em down

if he try to move then i gotta lie him down
from y o a.k.a. 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 makes it scr-pe it
have a lot of cars and the lot still vacant
and you won’t stop speakin’ till i leave you on the cement
leakin’, all hot, none eatin’

slow down, son, you’re kill ’em
okay, you can bring it to ’em
everyday, just like mary j.
sippin’ iced teas in the e and j

partyin’, till your bare remain
you’re killin’ ’em, okay you bring it to ’em
everyday, just like mary j.
honeys at the bar sippin’ alaze

cru and lox is your hair remain, i know you brailin’ me, baby
yogi’s in the lead, you’re trailin’ me, baby
the phd’s can’t compete mines is better than yours
then we can take it to the streets, my rum’s redder than yours

bx where the attic sniffy chalk outline
and the clubs they shout mine, sh-t’s about time
chad and mighty ha, key the predicate felon
when he make bell 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
yogi, the mellow low key

understandin’ 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

y-o’s time to see the hunger in me
and i see the same thing in n-gg-s 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 the never learn sh-t until twice their bid
like the world turn around funny clown money
everybody laugh when they have it

what about the addict n-gg-s that’ll hustle for years
till they see the graveyard up at the tip
playin’ spades, you in the world and playin’ sharades
if the wait jumped off you ain’t touch a grenade

wanna die for the cause? lie for the doors
n-gg-s 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

yo, yo if you got the doe, b, then 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, separate from the fake
if i kill, yo, i’m doin’ so for the cake
blastin’ go to a distant land
see my gun’s like church to a christian man

it’s the code of the streets no time the 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

yo lox, what the f-ck, what the f-ck walked in here?
where my crew at? wave your sh-t in the air

now bust ’em once for the n-gg-s who ain’t with you
and jam above, show m-th-ph-ckin’ love
we make cake but to make cake you need batter
so it ain’t kickin’ that sh-t the beat ain’t gonna matter

lox and cru, el familiar to you
so if you want it you can get the 60 shot pr-nto
sheek that kid that spit out like tobacco
lyrically f-cked out, a fit 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-gg-s like this
from y-o to b-x y’all n-gg-s straight c. s.

but we count the benjamins and collect che-x
my begets shine on my neck like i’m flex

give ’em what they want, this what they lookin’ for
y-o-g, chadio and the mighty ha
hit ’em in data once again with b-ttah hits
baby chris ridin’ with my peeps mark pitts

comin’ with the b-ttahs, production y-o-g
grab a chickenhead, lets crack the bubbly
flows by the gods cause the styles pr-nto
dayes ya go, dayes ya go

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