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no doubt - crisis lyrics

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[crisis]
these n-ggas actin’ like i don’t
and they know that i do
they know that i do
yeah, they know it

[strata-g]
these b-tches actin’ like i don’t get it
and they know that i do
yeah, they know that i do
yeah they know it
(hook in background)
n-ggas know i spit bars; b-tches know i get wild
yeah they know it, so why lie?

[crisis]
see, i don’t really know about you
but you d-mn sure don’t know about me
i’m on top like a balcony
started from the bottom, n-ggas wanna be close to the top
that’s why they hang around with me
hoes make the way roundin’ me
thinkin’ they arousin’ me
nah, i wouldn’t fall for the diversions
they lyin’ out they -ss, claimin’ that they virgins
they been all around the world, they tryna’ go global
they been all around the world, godd-mn! these virgins mobile
i’m on the move again; this is a beatnik move -a- ment
now that’s how i build the beat, b-tch, home improve -a- ment
you’re in denial by all means; you can try and doubt it
just don’t ever tell me i ain’t about it

[hook 2x]

[strata-g]
oh no, it’s nothin’
i know it’s somethin’
these cameras flash at me
this life’s too fast for me
when the zannys pop, b-tches panties drop
know they man be shot, take’em to the candy shop
get busted if the plans be hot, can’t stand these cops, trust me
the truth with show up
trust me, these girls will show up
just let the liquor po’ up
these people think they know us
i be famous, and amazin’, cause i j-twist
and i blaze spliff, shorty’s legs lift
i don’t say sh-t, ha!
cause i’m too sick, on some true sh-t
i’m ruthless; you’ll get moved quick
and snap like a toothpick, this music
i abuse it, black and blue it when i do it
back into it, no confusin, no foolin
you’ll be droolin’ over me one day
poppin’ random b-tches’ cherries any given sunday, ha!
you know, i like em’ cold…that pecan ale-mode
after we hit the bed, i tell her “hit the road”
i tell her “hit the road”
after we hit the bed, i tell her “hit the road”

[crisis]
these n-ggas actin’ like i don’t do it
i don’t don’t do it…uh, uh!
i don’t do it; i don’t do it
n-ggas know i spit bars; b-tches know i get wild
yeah, they know it…so why lie?
you’re just in denial…

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