Pay Attention - CRU

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 offical car holda

It goes one for the uhhs, two for the ahhs

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 emphasys on the butter flow

Rippin microphones, yo u know how we go

Chorus: Anthony Hamilton

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

Honeys everywhere

So meet me on the dance floor

The pictures just been recleared

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