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Fourth and goal, nigga Timeouts, nigga You don't hear me, though (Crunch time, crunch time, crunch time) Crunch time Crunch time When you're down to your last dime It's now or never Crunch time Crunch time When your child hungry cry Drastic times, drastic measures Uh, I'm hungry as a hostage You don't see my posture? My stomach on my back, blood, I need the pasta The government cheese, American cheddar I strip you for your Swiss and your mozzarella, whatever You better break bread or, bitch nigga, fake dead I'll cut your fuckin' head off and sell your fake dreads I'll pump you up with lead, have you bloated with shells Don't make me fill you up like the '76 or the Chev' Full service, be still while I empty your pockets Make me nervous, while I get it, I'ma empty your sockets Have your eyeballs poppin', spirit headed for heaven Please, don't turn this 211 to a 187, on me Letras de cancionesJust give me the bread, the cheese, the meat in one load Don't play me with a sandwich, blood, I need the whole loave The whole loave, just give me the keys to the Rove' I'm headed for the riches, so I guess I'm on the right road You don't hear me, though Crunch time Crunch time When you're down to your last dime It's now or never Crunch time Crunch time When your child hungry cry Drastic times, drastic measures (Crunch time, crunch time, crunch time) From Letras Mania