• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Ooh Wee - CRU
• pronto - CRU
• The Ebonic Plague - CRU
• Armaggedon - CRU
• Pay Attention - CRU
• You used to - CRU
• Wreckgonize - CRU
• Bluntz & Bakakeemis - CRU
• Up North - CRU
• The Illz - CRU
• That Shit - CRU
• Ten To Run - CRU
• Straight From L.I.P. - CRU
• Rhythm Blunt Crew - CRU
• Nuthin' But - CRU
• My Everlovin' - CRU
• Loungin' Wit My Cru - CRU
• Lisa Lipps - CRU
• Goines Tale - CRU
• Goin' Down - CRU
• Fresh, Wild And Bold - CRU
• Bubblin' - CRU
• Armageddon - CRU
• Just Another Case - CRU
• Live At The Tunnel - CRU

Marianne, Marianne
With your voice like silver strings ringing
And sounds of laughter and singing
Keep repeating, Marianne, Marianne
Marianne, Marianne
Oh I can tell better than anyone else could
That there's more to you than just bad or good
There's a teardrop or a shaft of light for your heart
Marianne, oh, Marianne
The dawn will be breaking soon
And my voice will fade with the moon
And the sunlight will remind me of you

TONIGHT..
Tonight the rhythm blunt is gonna rip the mic (SMOKE BLUNTS ALL NIGHT LONG)
Baby, allnight long.
DAYLIGHT
Daylight you still be ROCKIN WITH THE RHYTHM BLUNT...CRU
And we'll rock on and on and on and on...
(Yogi)
Mic check 1 to get ready, hon
Peace to the rhythm blunt Cru packin guns
And give me some funk that's wild and
Poundin
And i'll get nastier than Florida Evens doo-doo brownin
Astoundin
Gives the peace up like jimmy snooker
And have ya head bobbin like a hoods point hooker
I'm in there like swimwear
Oh yeah
No diggi
And when i shoot my rose, you'd think my name was ???
Zunga zung, zunga zunga zeng (ZUNGA ZUNG, ZUNGA ZUNGA ZENG)
And my favorite jams Method Man by Wu-Tang
Comin funkadelik cuz I grooves thats my nation
When I grabs the mic I gets the sennn-sation
Flip the script like a angry actor shake or poke ya
I'll wet ya with my supa-soaka
Cuz when I display my strong flow,
I gotcha in a sleepa life ??? strong bow
[Mighty Ha]
HEYYA, HEYYA, HEYYA HO
(Chadio)
Pass the peice of steel to the one Chadio
And let me crush it,
With a new style few pile peices and bits
Into hits
Like this here shit
So calm down clown
When I come around
I'm not happy slappy, walkin town with a frown
Get down, get down with the rhythm in your ear
And peep out the sound from here
To Zaire
If this don't work, things get steep and deep
I'm runnin in the streets
And i'm playin for keeps
For now i crack heads, but don't mistake me for a white rock
Keep my jail ceasar, instead of a nasty tight lock
Dread get me fed
End up dead
Cuz i'm phsyco
Choppin you down is the route that i might go
And that goes
For all my enemies and my foes
Pronto, pronto
Chorus: Might Ha (repeat 4X)
PRONTO!
Nigga gimme yours
All a bitch could do for me is
Eat dick and drop her drawers
(Yogi)
In L.I.P
This is how we be
Snappin necks
Stashin checks
And next on the pussy
Neva with tha hoes cuz the hoes is screamin rape
Buff my nut while I beep on my kalima harmet tapes
Done, now I'm walkin thru her crib in my undies
Honie in the back room screamin roll bundi
Cuz when I knock da boots, the horror, the horror
I'm orphan annie, hon, see ya tomorrow, tomorrow
Time to pick up Chad, Ha and some ism, damn, oh no
I'm kinda low
Go to willis avenue and tell jamaican J
I'd gladly pay him tuesday for a bag of boom today
(AAHHHH!)
You got the boom, it's over
I'm behind the wheel, so Cha's the designated roller
Cha pass to chad pass to the Y-O-G
We takin part of this to dr. dre on sista b
It's like that yo (THAT YO)
Like that yo (THAT YO)
And if you ask what's in your mouth, it's my fat ballz, yo
Crazy legit the ill shit's neccessary
To make you dance ya ass off like Fred "Rerun" Berry
Very much a love bug like Herbie
I got crazy game, kerbie, kerbie
(Chadio)
You got crazy game and I got crazy gats
And we slam like a batterin ram (so brotha step back)
It's the one and only, only one
That leaves niggas strung
By the flip of a lip, by the flung
Of a tounge
Couldn't care less if the world blew up
But i wanna blow up before it blows
Thru flows
Of persistance
Which make a difference
In my everyday existence
Causin me to go the long distance
But back to a simple style and type format
As I stomp on comp just like a doormat
This type stuff's under lock and key (key)
Chad is a ruff as ruff can be (be)
Now how ruff can that be, well let's go figa
Ruffa than son of sam with a slam trigga
Ruffa than a criminal takin a liquor swigga
Ruffa than the voice on that Kid Lord Jigga
So toodaloo, ta-ta, cheerio
This here shit is type Pronto
(chorus)
Shat CRU, CRU, CRU

Yeah Ha Cru
Mic checka da one the mic check three
Cru in you baby
Mic checka da one the mic check three
Mix it up with the big Y.O
Comin' from the Laf Isle with fat funk flow
So yo how you feelin'? Tell me how you feelin'
Mad drug dealin' mad caps peelin'
I do my thing drink a Budweiser
And I seen more Busch than Dan Anheiser
Twist the caps of you fake John Gottis
Watch the pump shottie, make you look like Kwame
Cru's about to drop the dirty understand the cipher
Got nothin' to lose so I'm-a do like a lifer
Niggaz couldn't catch up with the mustard, disgusted
Drop the shit that gotcha brains dusted, bust it
This is how it flow in the Bronx Zoo ya'll
Beef up a step and style with a fall
Nothin' but the rough, understood?
Got me in double extra large bulletproof wit' the hood
Sittin' at the bar sippin' Beck's
Plus I got the "two turntables and a microphone" on deck
So who's next? Rugged Ras
Flossin' ice, and drop that soul on dat ass
The IBF got my rhymes ranked 'cause they hittin'
Plus I'm all around like Scott Pippen
Here it is, east west, I mean China to Mexico
If you love the way it's goin' down let me know
Fuck it, Harlem knows the ledge
All my Bronx niggaz know the wedge, full-fledged
Uptown! Plus we got the Cali love
Y.O.G., truly yours the Breakfast Club
Yo punk
I was hot as 97 in '73
D.O.B. my pedigree multiple felonies see
You spit phlegm I spit fumes
Across the ruins of kiosks hoverin' sand dunes
A miniature man-nume, it's National Lampoon's Alien Vacation
I'm abductin' muthafuckin' rappers to my inner space station
(What?) For sheezy
When Ras Kass get to swervin' off 'gnac, believe me
I hit below the belt
Bustin' niggaz balls like Riddick Bowe versus Gulotta
Hell yeah I'm a rida
Ain't nuttin' sweetie, cancer causin' like saccahrin
Action, intoxicated chinky-eyed black men
An' nowadays fools forget what they actually named
Besides a loyal cadets and priceless briquettes
Basically, I don't give a shit how rich ya get
I'll have you in the car talkin' to yourself
Like Alanis Morisette with turets
(Oh wee that's right ) I like sisters with vaginas so
(Can we get freaky toniiiiight )
Donald Trump wouldn't let you shine his shoes my man
If you pissed off you dyin' with your dick in your hand
Plus when shit hits the fan, I mean when Ras reach the crowd
And verse to verse, switch my aura then rotate Earth
And fuck that servin' emcees and livin' bummy
I'm on some show me the money and still educate the dummies
It's all about me for you and you for me
And playa if ya do for two we do for three
You think it's 'bout the cash, the cars and jew-el-ry
We livin' in the age of the ebonic plague
It's all about me for you and you for me
And playa if ya do for two we do for three
You think it's 'bout the cash, the cars and jew-el-ry
We livin' in the age of the ebonic plague
You see the words is meshin' through this lyrical aggression
Punk's pop shit we Joe Pesc'em no question
Cru session, no time for second guessin'
Frontin' or fessin', we full court pressin'
Testin', any in our way learn a lesson
Forever in my Stetson, chrome plated Wesson
We ain't got no time for excuses and reasons
Bringin' nuttin' but butta in all four seasons
Wanna blow my nose when I'm sneezin', wit' hundred dollar bills
Foes I'm squeezin', breezin'
Through your nearest town wit' the frown expression
Those Bronx streets left a lastin' impression
Now think about this, imagine Cru rhymers
Like this world with no clock bein' timeless
Pure dope when it come to the oratorical
Stay on the low wit' a dime that's adorable
Got the rap shit covered like long johns
Big brother Ant taught me how to bear arms
L.A. to D.C. I gets my P.C
Keeps me a fifth of B.C
And we gon' drink to your pass peeps that flashed heat
Never no more, when I pull I blast he
Think you could deal? You crazier than Bjork

Showdown, Armageddon
Allah, yo, Akbar
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 but 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 BDP
So um, walked up in the spot, pisses
Hugs, frowns, hugs, disses
Walkin' through the crowd I bumped into Russell Russ
Huggin' me some love, you rich mothafuck
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 BDP was out to hit this nigg' with they classic traps
Six minutes, KRS you're on
The bridge is over, South Bronx drop the bomb
Nas and his boys were in there yellin', "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
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 but the Cru is comin' back
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 but the Cru is comin' back
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 somethin's really wrong
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, this 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, essence forever
Latifah in the corner with a fuckin' head sever
But as I look around, know everybody's dead

Now how you feel about the C R U kid you know the deal
Flowin' like a flow with my heart like steel
Doin' how we do, then we bring it to ya face
To let the haters know the real
So chill and bring ya corny act to the flow
And shake ya money maker for the big Y.O.
With the mighty Ha and the one Chadeeo
It's time to set it open, bum rush ya radio
Aiyo, get a little closer, the A plus material
Lords imperial carryin' gills with no serials
For protection when I'm in foreign sections
Wrong directions can have me locked in corrections
With constant erections and affections
Visions of different females in my reflections
Roll in silence, how the real one's move
Commando, that's Marlon Brando's move
Yo, it's the Y.O.G.I. uptown's big digga
Hit ya with the rhythm that make that back quiver
Comin' with that hit upnorth doin' one
Playas want me to feel, but yo, it's just begon
Yo Berra, uptown serra
Get a little closer, just to hear a little clearer
Cla clack, now back ya stuff up, that's what I told ya
Run the ghetto unions, the official car holda
It goes one for the uhh's, two for the ahh's
Three for those up in luxurious cars
The C, the R, the U, Cru, that's the fullest
Spittin' butter with the force gun spit bullets
One third of the C R U what ya want?
On the head hunt, the first of every month
Placin' emphasis on the butter flow
Rippin' microphones, yo, you know how we go
Pay attention, are you listenin'?
Cru is in the house
And live in New York City all the way down south
Sippin' Baci, countin' money
Honey's everywhere, so meet me on the dance floor
The pictures just been re cleared, so everybody on the floor
And don't disturb this Cru
It's the way to show that I'm so into Cru
And the feelin', so don't disturb this Cru
We goin' uptown, we goin' uptown
Everybody, we goin' uptown
Now this is the way we walk and we stalk
Time to get are swerm when the bottle uncork
Straight from New York, lay back, mellow
With the butter shit that get ya hype like Crystello
Aiyo, I'm mannin' my position, I declare war
And when the battle's done, tally up the score
So bear ya arms, grab ya Lucky Charms
Or get direct hits from Napalm Bombs
Feel it 'cuz my Cru's comin' down the line
We was makin' moves, now we doin' fine
My peoples on the Isle wanna press rewind
Check us in the day room if ya doin' time
Remember yo we dices, slices in the crisis
Everybody's battlin' to see who's the nicest
Really doesn't matter 'cuz sounds we splatter
Spit crowns and jet, no one does it phatter
Pay attention, are you listenin'?
Cru is in the house
And live in New York City all the way down south
Sippin' Baci, countin' money
Honey's everywhere, so meet me on the dance floor
The pictures just been re cleared, so everybody on the floor
And don't disturb this Cru
It's the way to show that I'm so into Cru