that shit lyrics – cru

aiyyo i wish i had a track on that nas illmatic
spitin verbal slugs like a semi-automatic
i’ll bring the alcohol if you wanna bring the static
and if you bring your big mouth then i’m a bring the gat in
well yo here i come like a dog in heat
*j*c*l*te b*tter sh*t all over the street
it’s the beige skin beige tim wearer
but i glare and, the best rhymin rican of my era
aiyyo i break a n*gg* jaw, [w/mighty ha] hee-haw, feel the country
loosin kinda way, cause both the b*tches want me
time to get a nut, chill, what’s that aroma?
about to smoke more blunts than avosco with the coma
strangers in the night, take flight, you ain’t right
lyrics bite like vampires in the fight
suck the f*ckin life out your miss-led boy
you try to represent i destruct and destroy

[mighty ha]
coming from the top of a shaw the medulla
burn a chicken head like an addict burn rulers
hit em in the head home girl do your thing
lick b*lls, slap slops, chicken head, spread your wings
ill pull a gat and do “anything” like swv
because yogi is poi-son like bbd
i smoke the chocolate tah with the ymv
i think a n*gg* p*ss on that lsd
meet me at the play-ground with abc
i break that *ss up like ep-md
i think i’ll go “creep” for some tlc
if she’s young i’ll hear the boop boop like biggie e
man if you bring it, better sling it, that’s the motto
no time for dollars and a drink, f*ck lotto
goin all out, all over, best believe
playin sh*ts for keeps and wild tricks up my sleeve
chad-i-o, rollin wit cru
beileve in my music like an orthodox jew
believes in his religion and the skills that i rip
[w/mighty ha]
that sh*t
that sh*t
that sh*t

[mighty ha]
zigga zoom, zigga zah, n*gg*s think they all that
now they ball heads cause i pull their wigs back
bring the car, yachts, cash and give me staffs
bring me *ss cheek that’ll blow your backs out
food for the mind, when i rhyme you rewind
like your cyndi lauper, “time after time”
check the pro-gram, no man can escape
committin verbal crimes like ear drum break
aiyyo i don’t give a uh, i don’t give a uh
i bring it back to that everytime i get stuck
[w/mighty ha]
but, but, i, i, bring, bring, flow, flow
don’t have to act like it cause yo i know
i know what went down in the park in bronx river
i know that john gotti still calling me a n*gg*
i know the whitest face comes from the black woman
i know my *ss is gr*ss cause armageddon is coming
i know we got big hips it makes us run fast though
i know i’m still a slave calling black women hoe
i know that columbus ain’t discover sh*t
i know a couple n*gg*s said i sound like q-tip
i know you said the sound is abstract but the
blood on your face is very real, very very real

[echos and fades away]
i know you said the sound is abstract but the
rhythm, the rhythm

/ cru lyrics