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Crisis Force

you owe me nothing in return. I bet you're wondering when THE NEXT PAY BACK YOU WILL EVENTUALLY DROP. I bet you're wondering when my conditional police will force

homies, It's about to go down [Verse 2 - The Game] Somebody tell Luda, I'm on the way now, Aight, just stepped one size 12, Air force one in the A-town

Try hard, try hard to care Give a little laughter And take a bigger share You really don't need no You really don't need sympathy Forever in danger,

money do Now the Don's on it, Diddy shine on it Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it Sunday we layin low in Halo, sippin Cris' and we straight

with the pros, foul mode We quick reachers, spear with the fearless til you drip liters Flip divas, the big secret, strip to they tits and beaver Sip Cris

as expensive as white kids Destined for Riker's not knowin' my existence was priceless It's like this, my soul was lifeless, I earned stripes Fightin' the nicest in the crisis

owe me nothing in return I bet you're wondering when The next payback shoe will eventually drop I bet you're wondering when my conditional police Will force

wave around Nigga better stay down, lay down, weigh pounds Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to K-Town The boy get nasty, Tolor force me, blast me

stickin Showin me tits like they Janet Drivin a stick is a standard When you sit in the porsche Of Course the wrist is on force I put the Cris' in of