crisis they knew had to come, why do they act so surprised? you know they've been warned often enough, we wont take any more lies. And this is the crisis
in stones And that fresh off the boat like Jerry in Groan My dogs'll stomp you 'till you barely can moan And put you in the dirt like they burying bones
, I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the heart of the city, I'm a part of the sewers, I'm the honorable diddy, I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from the Harlem
After the club is the after party After the party is the hotel lobby After that, you know it's diamond Cris And after that, I say, "Excuse me, miss" And
til there is no seats left You shit out weed checks and fart out deep breaths While we talk dirt till da bottom of ya'll ??? (Skit) Who, dat nigga Cris
te jettent l'oeil Meme les Anges te crevent Sache que l'union fait la force mais que la misere la divise Et qu'en periode de crise chacun mise sur son
when they questionin you Lecturin you, tryin to get shit up outta you Crucial beatdowns til the bitch come up outta you Cris come up outta you, dough
let me see you ma Put a little Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma Let your boyfriend go he?s a chi-chi man Put a little Cris on tits, rub it in ya ma [Rome
get richer I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the heart of the city I'm a part of the sewers, I'm the honorable Diddy I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from
[ANDY SAMBERG] After the club is the after party After the party is the hotel lobby After that, you know it's diamond Cris And after that, I say, 'Excuse
where your ribs at Get money with my Hangmen, split that Come thick when we show those guns Doing 1-6-0 on the Autobahn Ride all night drink cris til
Then 'cause mac rat wouldn't fire a round into your crown I lay you down and retire you clown And I clap niggas, nat niggas kid a dirt Pat-pat with the
ya'll Y'all can suck my right and left nut with the same slurp No more of the fames perks, I'm back in LeGrange hurt Can't work, same dirt I thought
out Switchblades pump gauge, whatever you about Burn you to ya hood, we could bang for the work For the buildings or the blocks do the thang to the dirt
drag MC's Beat 'em down to they knees Grab your necks and squeeze Til there's no life left, they lifeless Then micless, what a crisis I give them a
