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    Текст песни Cru - Live At The Tunnel

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    featuring The Lox

    [Jadakiss]
    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 'til one of us cry
    Jae to the Won can niggas fuck around?
    And they better say "nah" word to Allah
    They dyin' down I got iron now
    Run upon 'em cock it back 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 makes 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 kill '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 killin' 'em, ok 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, shit'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

    [Styles]
    Y-O's time to see the hunger in me
    And I see the same thing in niggas 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 shit until twice their bid
    Like the world turn around funny clown money
    Everybody laugh when they have it
    What about the addic niggas that'll hustle for years
    'Til 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 gernade
    Wanna die for the cause?
    Lie for the doors
    Niggas 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 kill, 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 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

    [Sheek]
    Yo Lox, what the fuck, what the fuck walked in here
    Where my crew at, wave your shit in the air
    Now bust 'em once for the niggas who ain't with you
    And jam above , show muthaphuckin' love
    We make cake, but to make cake you need batter
    So it ain't kickin' that shit the beat ain't gonna matter
    Lox and Cru, el familia to you
    So if you want it you can get the 60 shot pronto
    Sheek that kid that spit out like tabacco
    Lyrically fucked 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 niggas like this
    From Y-O to B-X y'all niggas straight C. S.
    But we count the Benjamins and collect Che-X
    My begets shine on my neck like I'm flex

    [Mighty Ha]
    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 buttah hits
    Baby Chris ridin' with my peeps Mark Pitts
    Comin' with the buttahs, production Y-O-G
    Grab a chickenhead, lets crack the bubbly
    Flows by the Gods cause the styles pronto
    Dayes ya go, dayes ya go
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