Straight From L.i.p. Lyrics - Singles - Cru

Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair 

I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle 

To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock down 

I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle 

Aiyo we make it go woo, like Pete Rock at the track 

The C R U uptown attack 

Scandalous from here to now just 

Back up to the isle where it's ill like dust 

Now who's rollin' through? Nobody 

And yo who fucks with Cru? Nobody 

And yo who got bamboo? Nobody 

Aight blow the Lydians, gets the blunts and some brew 

Yo, I be in the staircase drinkin' beers 

Smoke pass while I freestyle for my peers 

Thought play ya front, with cars in they peeps 

Peeps askin' me for new Cru treats 

Junk like a skunk, mad wet, no doubt 

Go see my joint, get they back blown out 

Place L.I.P. the name Lafayette 

Lock it to ya brain, so ya never forget 

Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair 

I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle 

To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock down 

I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle 

Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair 

I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle 

To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock down 

I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle 

Comin' from L.I.P., keep it real 

And ya don't stop and ya don't stop and ya don't stop 

Comin' from L.I.P. gots to keep it real 

And ya don't stop and ya don't stop and ya don't stop 

If you buffin', shippin' 

If you rollin', rollin' 

If you smokin', smokin' 

If you hit it, pass it 

Yo, inhale the blunts that I got from Havana 

I'm waitin' till the tale like Burnaby in Tavana 

Toast with this butter, go to cook this 

To have ya head bobbin like a hunch born uckin' 

Yo, it's the island were Urban Knights dwell 

Few blocks from the number six train 'L' 

Can be a good stay in the hood way 

Or the fun can turn to guns and it could spray 

But that's the way of the concrete jungle 

Walk humble, ya be ready to gun bumble 

'Cuz it's real like that all around 

And the same thing applies when ya come to my town 

Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair 

I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle 

To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock down 

I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle 

Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair 

I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle 

To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock down 

I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle 

It ain't gonna rain no more, no more 

Well, it ain't gonna rain no more 

It ain't gonna rain no more, no more 

Well, it ain't gonna rain no more 

Knock knock on the door, it's the Mighty Ha 

The one that bring the hooks with the rugged and the raw 

I rest in L.I.P. and to my props 

Bring more noise to chip and glock 

Check it, word one, two check it 

Have ya head noddin' and for bag in the deck 

In the Bronx, L.I.P. back to rocks 

Bounce to the ash, like the [Incomprehensible] 

Chillin' with boricua sittin in Ferico 

Oh shit, now I'm on dito 

Shot to the head, butter lingo 

See low, head crack, L.I.P. hit bingo