Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Illz, artist - CRU. Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Illz |
| Chorus 2X: All |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 747 Street soldier, like Sleeba |
| Defiance, runnin with a how alliance |
| Jumps pop shit, but yo they know the science |
| Read they style 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 fiction, indicted no conviction |
| Beg description with a paper addiction |
| [Mighty Ha in background sayin stuff that rhymes with |
| Illz] |
| Yo it’s the Illz yo |
| It’s like that yo |
| A Gucci don yo |
| Chadeeo yo |
| Mighty Ha yo |
| Baby Chris yo |
| The Bystorm yo |
| My minds 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 then a? eleven |
| And Y.O., you know |
| Comin thru ya 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 thru with the Illz |
| 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 |