Crunch Lo - We Don't Need lyrics

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Crunch Lo - We Don't Need lyrics

[Chorus: sample (Crunch Lo)] We don't need... (no more, no more, we don't need no more) No more trouble... (I'm going out of mind, I see the Sign of the times, 85 of them blind, they need help) We don't need... (no more, we don't need no more) No more trouble... (Armageddon is close, all I know is I got my vest, and a couple of toasts) [Dom Pachino] Yo, now we don't need no trouble around here You get puzzled on the double, we our rebels round here Just try'nna make a dollar while the coast is clear My hostler's on my shoulders, so you know my toast is near It must be, if I can't trust 'em, why should they trust me The jakes be watching close, but they got nothing on me Just a couple of a**ault charges from my days in the Army Now when they pull me over and they say that they saw me On TV, and posters, magazines, they think they know me But all they really know is Dom P., is what they call me Just another latin cat who had nothing, I showed And proved my power, and turned nothing into something Militant when I come in, dilligent when I'm gunning I don't run from sh**, I'm the sh**, and I run it Here's some advice, do me a favor, keep it a hundred Cats be half-a**ing, I hate fake n***as with a pa**ion [Chorus] [Crunch Lo] I got swallowed by the beasts, now it feels like I'm trapped I can't walk through these blocks without my gat and my cracks I gotta eat, man, plus I'm addicted to these streets, and I know it sounds funny, it's the love of the money So God forgive me, for the things that you forbid me to do What's a n***a to do, I read psalms, bring a calm to myself I'm running from the devil, but I'm chasing my wealth Drop bombs, just like a stealth, never fold kid, yo, I bring it to live So just sit back, before you take a trunk ride It's Crunch Lo Beneen, ring bells like LL A gangsta's respect, plus a mean clientele The Team is Napalm, bout to blow like Iraq We the 103 dudes from the Island of Stat Everything is real gutter, we cook and cut the bu*ter The jakes give chase, with the hammers to face, it's like [Chorus]

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