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Cru Love (S.A.S)

It's Damu love, Dipset till we ride As long as you and I keep it movin' like a ol' key or Maybe a OZ or duckin' the police or Killa general, Capo killin' them O.G's and You may see May bandana'd down wit Juelz and two girl up in Camden Town When the fans around Mail groupies, get a missile from the cannon round And I'm old school like Kangoo Tool erupt too, number 1 stunna, scout bunna up in bamboo Back to the U.K. where Dame was over S.A.S. been bunnin' like a waste disposer And the boy street credible, we silly wit' rhymes Wit' a voice that compare the dude to Biggie and Shyne If I rap about it now, then I'd get it later Flip a couple O's, you damn right I'll save it up I'll show you how to do this man (This is Roc-A-Fella for life) This cru love, Roc-A-Fella til we die As long as you and I keep it movin' like a drive-by We can stack dough sky high NIggaz can't touch what they can't feel Real recognize real (2x) Ay yo we true 5's, this is true life So it's only right that I give my cru love You wanna disrespect, you can get a few slugs Twist ya neck, wit the Tech, lick you with that new snub Think I'm playin' around, I'm sprayin' around The K or the pound, when it's gon' stay in ya crown This war scrap, get ya jaw cracked, stay on the ground The.4 clap, like a doormat, I'm laying you down Who want, trouble with me, frontin' like you bubblin' keys 5, you ain't even doublin' cheese Since I got my face cut tryna tussle with thieves I let my bullets wanna bubba like the WB So get 9-11 I aint talkin bout them Porsches Since you get wit the bosses, shit is makin' me nauseous So I'm a harmless thug when I ride through Had that nigga throwin' up Blood like Piru Try, try who, you'll get hit bad Leave ya white tee same color as my Dip flag Eastside, Woo Woo