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letra de what cru is number one? - cru

[yogi]
yo how you feel about the cru situation?
you either love to cross the board
or cut throat with swords
givin me the middle finger? get the bird absurd
screamin out cru ain’t a t-rd
a lotta words from you n-ggas, but no verbs
meaning no action, guess y’all just relaxing
waiting for the time to strike
in the club catchin feelin’, every time you hear “tonight”
the tighest face i’ve ever seen, but i don’t give a f-ck
don’t make me let it out like a dutch
then watch all yall n-ggas shift like a clutch
ya man was loud now y’all sharing three bucks, down the middle
buck fity, buck fity
looking like seal and sh-t, cause your real and sh-t
packin steal as sh-t, guns real as sh-t
large bills and sh-t, get the deals you pr-ck
yogi on the crusade, to-get paid
if two paired exist
you’d have me on the crucifix like jesus crucified
you did it to yourself cru aside, f-ck that
what’s that it’s just toast like crutons
we taste it in your tape deck when your cru’s on
with some buck kids named pete and tuson
squril-nut and e-40, dlg cru’s gone

[1st chorus (skribble scratching a sample from mighty ha)]

what crew’s number one?
(the rhytheme blunt)
what crew’s number one?
(the rhytheme blunt)
what crew’s number one?
(the rhytheme blunt)
what crew’s number one?
(the rhytheme blunt)

[chadio]
yo, yo
n-gga get your facts right or i gotta split you
cause ain’t a d-mn thing hit you unless the chair hit you
look at-you, a clown, without make-up or
front on me forver rest without a wake-up call
it’s goin down, sh-t been went down
since the day i learned to save every red cent, clown
after all, i really wanna…monopolize
exclusive control of a product and its supplies
so it ain’t wise to rise, and put-up-a stand
let’s get together put these highs and put up grands
income, no doubt, but i got news son
you win some, with no clout, you bound to loose some
so take heed wherever you make weed or make speed
n-ggas out there don’t care, they’ll make jake bleed
it’s cru son, retribu-tion for the past life
fast life—i refer to, as my last life
but thugs push and shove, show no love
so i go back to the future and blow most slugs
can’t seem to get away from crime and gun wars
make some cheddar, and n-ggas wanna run yours
but f-ck that, i buck back with precision
a small bronx cat, with accurate vision
so you punk motherf-ckers stay stuck in line
pop-in sh-t, yall outta yall f-ckin mind

[2nd chorus]{(yogi), [chadio]}

[now this ain’t funny so don’t u dare laugh]
(skribble and slynke up in that -ss)
[now this ain’t funny so don’t u dare laugh]
(skribble and slynke up in that -ss)
[now this ain’t funny so don’t u dare laugh]
[this ain’t funny(skribble and slynke)]
[don’t u dare laugh(skribble and slynke)]{they overlap}
[now this ain’t funny so don’t u dare laugh]
(skribble and slynke up in that)
[(is he is he)]

- cru

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