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    The Illz

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    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
    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
    Aiyo you rockin' to my melody God like Rakim
    Niggas on the jail said, I be like "Not Him"
    Aiyo surprise nigga, I'm on the rise nigga
    Loungin' while you didn't catch up on my fries nigga
    I keeps it real than ya ever, remember that brother
    While him and stars talkin' 'bout better
    They know my shits mean like definitions
    Check ya condition, I got ya prescriptions
    See I am the arrow and Chad is the crossbow
    Say somethin' now
    Thought so, flows articulis, ridiculous
    Roam the streets, inconspicuous
    How many MC's gotta get wet, many more
    'Cuz these niggas don't seem to know yet
    Blow you out the sky like a teeba
    7 4 7 Street soldier, like Sleeba
    Defiance, runnin' with a how alliance
    Jumps pop shit, but yo they know the science
    Read they styles like a final call
    So they all fall like the Berlin Wall
    Create a rivers, more complex then prisms
    Got shit locked like prisons
    Non faction, indicted no conviction
    Beg description with a paper addiction
    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
    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
    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 mind is sweet like Tevin Campbell
    Kid you can't handle, the Y.O.G., I'm blowin 'out niggas candles
    Then I bring the fire to that ass
    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 than a [Incomprehensible] eleven
    And Y.O., you know
    Comin' through your block like Hurricane Yugo
    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 niggas 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
    Done, increase the peace when my piece increase
    Only act increase, when the gat release
    Come play like Jeru, ya prophet resolves my shit
    True, Rhythm Blunt comes thrrough with the Illz
    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
    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
    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
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