Crunch Time Songtext

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
Just 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)