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letra de intro - crunch tymerz

(minus boo)

-i keep it b-tter like them popeyes buscuits, the new era of hip hop is g-y so i choose not to listen
-let me crack a cold bex like reggie n0ble, i ain’t selling n0body grams if i don’t know you
-f-ck these n-ggas don’t make me put you in yo wheel chair, cause you can’t go to the club without yo wheel chair
-can’t you smell the death in the air what yo nose stopped up, this is dirty music it ain’t never washed up
-i don’t care about yo plaques and yo grammy awards, cause ya’ll suppose to be man but ya’ll dress like broads
-ain’t never been in the back of a squad car, i know why cause ya’ll always had somebody to tell on
-you wasen’t built for this you rainbow b-tch, come threw with ya life they go take yo sh-t
-it’s the bottomless pit you never stop falling, quiet money grabbed the b-tch but still balling

(stanley ipkins)

-we bring that rawness we live at the raw report, these skinny jean m-th-f-ckas go get they thoughts lost
-i’m the emperor stanley ipkins that ill n-gga, that’s trying to gain that color of a pickle
-it’s official the album here, not thinking about sells mad men affiliated can’t you tell
-originality in the process, disabled these n-ggas that’s frontin like they run sh-t

(minus boo)

-the only thing they running is they -ss kissers, what happen to gym shoes they wearing gl-ss slippers
-you gotta find your nuts in let’em hang, yeah the album is out call it the big bang
-it’s the ignorant duo we just might crash yo party, we from the slums we don’t wake up in bogati’s
-these n-ggas lame in they all soft, i go mo f-ckin vision than a pack of hawks

(stanley ipkins)

-must be smoking doja feeling tough like a boulder, thinking our sh-t wack we can’t take it over
-ya’ll been rapping to long don’t have no buzz, that’s why ya’ll life f-cked up like junkies on drugs
-where’s the love we do this sh-t for our people, that’s stuck in that street life flying with that eagle
-we sn-tch away lames just like the repo, ill-strating it clear ya’ll cats see threw
-always wanna rap don’t wanna invest, we did auto tune once an that sh-t don’t impress
-we always on hardcore it comes where raised, r.i.p to the thunns that’s resting in the grave
-we far from hopeless all that optimistic sh-t, “g” n-ggas go bump this pulling hits on cl1cks this the album

- crunch tymerz

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