Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Armaggedon, artist - CRU. Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Armaggedon |
| Showdown, Armageddon |
| Allah, yarkbar |
| 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 bastard |
| Got to stay strapped, put the Cru is comin back |
| Loungin with my Cru, above Meck and Harmony |
| Bringin like 13 other niggas, at least |
| Took them for some action, cuz we love to party |
| The Double Agent, Biggie Smalls and B.D.P |
| So um, walked up in the spot, pisses |
| Hugs, frowns, hugs, disses |
| Walkin thru the crowd I bumped into Russell Russ |
| Huggin me some love, you rich motha fuck |
| Everyone was there, representin |
| Just a good shit, Funk Flex, representin |
| All of a sudden I thought shit gettin thin |
| Wu-tang actin up with their group from Shaolin |
| Erick Sermon tried to representin his Island |
| He said «Hey», niggas joked him |
| Redman seen this nigga, uh nuh that’s his brother |
| Jumped over the bar like he was Soopaman Lova |
| Jersey had his back, that’s a fact |
| But B.D.P. was out to hit this nigg' with they classic traps |
| Six minutes, KRS you’re on |
| The bridge is over, South Bron drop the bomb |
| Nas and his boys were in there livin «Kill that boy» |
| Oh shit, in the gutter |
| Everything went wrong, Biggie Smalls yellin |
| «Can't we just all get along?» Nope, It’s Armageddon |
| Oh shit, all hell 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 |
| Damn, now I know sumthin really on |
| 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, nigga 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 |
| Damn, three kisses 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, eccense forever |
| Latifah in the corner with a fuckin head sever |
| But as I look around, know everybody’s dead |
| Wait, what’s that code shit on… |