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cru - armaggedon كلمات الأغنية

showdown, armageddon
allah, yo, akbar

one to the chest, two to the back
three to the face with my gat, gat, gat
keep a close casket, made a son a b-st-rd
got to stay strapped but the cru is comin’ back

loungin’ with my cru above meck and harmony
bringin’ like 13 other n-gg-s, at least
took them for some action ‘cuz we love to party
the double agent, biggie smalls and bdp

so um, walked up in the spot, p-sses
hugs, frowns, hugs, disses
walkin’ through the crowd i b-mped into russell russ
huggin’ me some love, you rich mothaf-ck

everyone was there, representin’
just a good sh-t, funk flex, representin’
all of a sudden i thought sh-t gettin’ thin
wu-tang actin’ up with their group from shaolin

erick sermon tried to representin’ his island
he said, “hey”, n-gg-s joked him
redman seen this n-gg-, uh, nuh that’s his brother
jumped over the bar like he was soopaman lova

jersey had his back, that’s a fact
but bdp was out to hit this nigg’ with they cl-ssic traps
six minutes, krs you’re on
the bridge is over, south bronx drop the bomb

nas and his boys were in there yellin’, “kill that boy”
oh sh-t, in the gutter everything went wrong
biggie smalls yellin’, “can’t we just all get along?”
nope, it’s armageddon

one to the chest, two to the back
three to the face with my gat, gat, gat
keep a close casket, made a son a b-st-rd
got to stay strapped but the cru is comin’ back

oh, sh-t, all h-ll breakin’ loose
instead i should of went to that party at the muse
for ugly, i didn’t and here’s where i’m at
chill, is that q-tip pullin’ out a gat?

d-mn, now i know somethin’s really wrong
first to bust off, fat joe from p-long
black moon caught mad brooms and they done
method man, murdered by the same gun

kool g. rap lickin’ shot and krs
but he didn’t die fast ‘cuz the brother had a vest
ooh, n-gg- took kool g. with him
both dead from head wounds when the lead hit him

everybody going buck nuggy, word life
rakim throwed slit by eric b’s knife
d-mn, this gettin’ iller than i thought
playin’ the back on the law so i won’t get caught

wonder where yogi is at in this piece
ll slumped over the bar, deceased
redman, a dead man, essence forever
latifah in the corner with a f-ckin’ head sever
but as i look around, know everybody’s dead

wait, what’s that code sh-t on?

- cru

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