Live At The Tunnel - CRU

It’s all for real, word, word

Yo, my outlet is full of powerful niggas

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 niggas fuck around?

Then they better say «nah», word to Allah

They all dyin' down, I got iron now

Run upon 'em, cock 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 vacant

And you won’t stop speakin' 'til I leave you on the cement

Leakin', all hot none eatin'

Slow down son, you’re kill 'em

Ok you can bring it to 'em

Everyday, just like Mary J

Sippin' iced teas and 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' Alizé

Cru and Lox is ya hearin' me?

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 addicts sniffin' chalk outline

And the clubs they shout mine, shit’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 in escrow

Turnin' ghetto stars into Uncle Charles

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

Y-O's time to see the hunger in me

And I see the same thing in niggas younger than me

Life 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 shit until twice they bid

Like the world turn around funny, clown money

Everybody laugh when they have it

What about the addicts, niggas 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?

Niggas wanna play but never took time to pause

Learn to rewind, eject & fast forward

Try to plug it in they wanna slice up the chords

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 Ro

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 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

Aiyyo Lox niggas what, what the fuck, who up in here

Where my crew at, wave your shit in the air

Now bust 'em once for the niggas who ain’t with you

In jail or above, show a muthafucka love

We make cake, but to make cake you need batter

So if you ain’t kickin' that shit the beat ain’t gonna matter

Lox and Cru, La Familia to you

So if you want it you can get the 50 shot pronto

Sheek that kid that spit out like tobacco

Lyrically fucked yall, if it ain’t chips, we ducked y’all

Won’t touch out if it ain’t a 7 figure route

Aye yo, Chad papa, where that cranberry and vodka

Let’s get blitzed, spit on the niggas like this

From Y-O to B-X y’all niggas straight C-X

But we count the benjamins and collect chee-ecks

My baguettes shine on my neck like Flex

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 buttah hits

Peace to Chris Lighty and 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

What date is it yo, what date is it yo?