Cru - What Cru is Number One? lyrics

[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 turd A lotta words from you n***as, 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** Don't make me let it out like a Dutch Then watch all yall n***as 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**, cause your real and sh** Packin steal as sh**, guns real as sh** Large bills and sh**, get the deals you prick 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** 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***a get your facts right or I gotta split you Cause ain't a damn 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** 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***as 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***as wanna run yours But f** that, I buck back with precision A small Bronx cat, with accurate vision So you punk motherf**ers stay stuck in line Pop-in sh**, yall outta yall f**in mind [2nd Chorus]{(Yogi), [Chadio]} [Now this ain't funny so don't u dare laugh] (Skribble and Slynke up in that a**) [Now this ain't funny so don't u dare laugh] (Skribble and Slynke up in that a**) [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)]