[Chorus: Samantha (Crunch Lo)]

I will give you everything you need (that's what the block'll say)
How could, you can run to me (aiyo, I must get paid)
I'll be, everything you need (that's what the block'll tell me)

How could, you can run to me (guns and crack fiend)

[Crunch Lo]

Aiyo, walking out my building, on some, get money, prowl
I got my grills, bag of meth, and breaking up an owl
I see mad drama, try my best to avoid %#@!

Straight up cream, if it means to extort %#@!
My project ^!$$%s got it set in they mind
To start the revolution, knocking off, one time

And backstabbers, I need a shorty for tonight's matters
So what's the deal is you ready for me, poke and steady
That ^!$$% Lo I be, most call me Crunch

I stay looking hazy, cuz I stay smoking blunts
And chill, just parlils with my mans
Try to front and you catch a stomp with the Timberlands

Understand, it's something real going on
Cah-craow, from the gats, it be the Body Brighton theme song


[Chorus]

[Crunch Lo]

In the concrete jungle, respect it
Or find yourself falling on the humble
I got sucked back into the streets for sacrifice

My game stay fresh like dope on rice
Up in the freezer, fell in love with big heaters
Splashing with a gem or used my dick beaters

From the ten, God-God, where the lives is hard
When a ^!$$% die now, and it don't seem odd
So sad, ^!$$%s buff they acts and swallow loose cracks

When jakes react, it's like that
Up in the ghetto, still got nuts that I ain't let go
So ^!$$%s know ahead of they time, that they wetto

Spread metal like Olympics, flows invented
Hardcore %#@!, is the O.T.F. vintage
Music for the hyper, active $$# life of

Thugged out ^!$$%s in cells, who didn't tell
From the elevator stash, to the staircase cash
To the (*##$es with the big $$#, and juice like ^!$$%s


[Chorus 2X]