Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cru
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Graham
Composer
Chad Santiago
Composer
Anthony Holms
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yogi
Producer
Brian Miller
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Showdown, Armageddon
Allah, you are bad
[Verse 2]
One to the chest, two to the back
Three to the face with my gat, gat, gat
Keep a close casket, made a son the bastard
Got to stay strapped 'cause the Cru is comin' back
[Verse 3]
Loungin' with my Cru, above Meck and Harmony
Bringin' like thirteen other ****, at least
Took them for some action 'cause we love to party
The Double Agent, Biggie Smalls and B.D.P.
[Verse 4]
So um, walked up in the spot, pisses
Hugs, frowns, hugs, disses
Walkin' through the crowd I bumped into Russel Russ
Huggin' me some love, you rich mother fuck
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
Erick Sermon tried to represent his island
He said hey, **** joked
Redman seen this ****, uh-huh, that's his brother
Jumped over the bar like he the Superman lover
[Verse 7]
Jersey had his back, that's a fact
But B.D.P. was out to hit this state with they classic trap
Six minutes, KRS, you're on
The bridge is over, South Bron', drop the bomb
[Verse 8]
Nas and his boys were in there livin', 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
[Verse 9]
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 'cause the Cru is comin' back
[Verse 10]
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 'cause the Cru is comin' back
[Verse 11]
Oh shit, all hell breakin' loose
Instead I should've 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?
[Verse 12]
Damn, now I know something'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
[Verse 13]
Kool G. Rap lickin' shot and KRS
But he didn't die fast 'cause the brother had a vest
Ooh, **** took Kool G. with 'em
Both dead from head wounds when the lead hit him
[Verse 14]
Everybody goin' buck nutty, word life
Rakim throwed slit by Eric B's knife
Damn this is gettin' iller than I thought
Playin' the back on the low, so I won't get caught
[Verse 15]
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 fucking head sever
[Verse 16]
But as I look around, know everybody's dead
Wait, what's that code shit on?
[Verse 17]
Yeah, that's how it's goin' down if we don't straighten it out right now
Listen there, beast to the hip hop nation, the Rhythm Blood Cru and DJ for long
It's out of here
To part two
Woo, see now, I had my tongue up the bitch ass, right?
And she screamin' up, go foot long, go foot long
Do the Macarena, what? ****, turn off that tape
Written by: Anthony Holms, Chad Santiago, Jeremy Graham
