A crew is a body or a class of people who work at a common activity, generally in a structured or hierarchical organization. A location in which a crew works is called a crewyard or a workyard. The word has nautical resonances: the tasks involved in operating a ship, particularly a sailing ship, providing numerous specialities within a ship's crew, often organised with a chain of command. Traditional nautical usage strongly distinguishes officers from crew, though the two groups combined form the ship's company. Members of a crew are often referred to by the title "Crewman".
"Crew" also refers to the sport of rowing, where teams row competitively in racing shells.
"Crew" is used colloquially to refer to a small, tight-knit group of friends or associates engaged in criminal activity. Also used in reference to the traditional "unit" of criminals under the supervision of a caporegime in the American Mafia. However, the term is not specific to (Mafia-affiliated) organized crime.
Crew can refer simply to a group of friends, unrelated to crime or violence.
The older I become
I can't help thinking hard about,
What's really gonna happen,
And what's in store for
Us and them is bullshit,
And if we're gonna make it work
We've gotta care together
And see this too the end, see it to the end
(Chorus)
It'll take some time to fix it up
But that is something we must do,
With solid hearts and clearer minds,
We'll raise our voice and blast right through.
We'll stop the ones who fuck it up,
And show the world that they can't stop the crew.
The crew is me, the crew is you, yeah we're the crew!
The threat of war ain't over,
And yes I fear it's getting near,
With all this hate inside us,
It all may just start.
Here now will you listen,
Or would you rather just ignore
You say we have no future,
Do we have a chance? Do we have a chance?!
(Repeat Chorus)
Intro: Q-Tip
Just a lil somethin-somethin
about the cats who be fronting
You know the Tip, he be huntin
for all the goodness gracious
All across the wide spaces
yo, check it out, bust me down, yo
Yo... yo...
Verse One: Q-Tip
Youse my peoples, why it got to come down to this shit
Two people thinking as one so now he split
Remember what I said to you, you bleed, I bleed
C'mon, you know how we get down, if you're down, you need
And I'm supplying, the dynamic duo, electricfying
Everybody had to wet us, cuz no one will forget us
Son, I testify sure as God was my guide
Any petty little bullshit you did will slide
Same on my end, after all, what are we, friends
If niggaz ran me this, too much grounds we defend
In the honor or brotherhood cuz it's all good
Get on some grown man shit and let's knock on wood
But now seeing you baby in this stall out position
Wondering who's the dime piece that you're kissing
You night as well take the jigger and take my life
Cuz the dime piece you happen to be kissing is my wife
Shit, I should have know not to let these crab asses
Get within the circle of my girl and make passes
Now you disrespected me and everything I stand for
(But I'm saying though, son) Shhh, say no more
Allah forgive me, my thoughts is traveling to low desires
Should I turn the other cheek or react and perspire
Don't wanna see myself in penitentiary attire
The bartender says, "Kid, one day you'll get famous,
Which is lucky, 'cause honey I hate to say it,
You ain't much of a waitress, even on a day shift,
Clumsy as you are, it's like we're paying you to break dishes."
Now the records, break light plates,
Rocking stages state to state.
Getting bigger like every day,
And they say the game's changing.
Doomtree stay sharp, razor blade up.
But, 'member when we didn't have a dime to stop on,
All night trying to write a decent pop song,
Dot net 'cause somebody already had the dot com,
Get in, let's go, go 'head, come on.
Boys in the basement, beats through a bass amp,
Papers on the _______ we're all on the radar now,
I guess, digging in and gaining ground,
No matter where we go, I do believe we're all related now.
There's no love like crew,
And that's true, 'cause to me,
My friends and my family,
My clan is Doomtree.
(My people, my partners, my plan is Doomtree).
It's been a long walk and it's a steep hill.
No time for small talk, no place for weak wills.
You mind your business and you try to stay real.
Half Dorothy Parker, half April O'Neal.
_______ over light on the horizon.
Real slow strobe, night, day, and night again.
No time now to wonder 'bout what might have been,
Eyes on the prize, no matter what the critics think.
What's got nine lives, lands on it's feet?
The Doomtree franchise, rep wings and teeth.
If the hinges creak, then break the door down.
All I need is a beat, a break of four count.
There's no love like crew,
And that's true, 'cause to me,
My friends and my family,
My clan is Doomtree.
(My people, my partners, my plan is Doomtree).
Maybe ain't a lot, but it's an honest wage,