Dom Pachino - This is Me lyrics

[Intro: Crunch Lo] Aiyo, Beneen I always knew you was one Now it's time for you to let them know, that you the one [Crunch Lo] I done kicked down the door and waved the four-four It's Crunch Lo, I know ya'll n***as heard before I'm from the B to the O to the D to the Y I'm a black a** n***a, but I stays fly n***as want my grip and broads on my dick I'm still alive cuz ya'll n***as botched up the hit Now I'm out for a vengeance, I end ya'll career Vanguard one of ya'll and send your mother the ear Listen here, I'm in control, and cleanse my soul I'm pure like African gold, blacker than coal I'm a time bomb, gun having, rebel like Bin Laden Been stabbing these cracks, I've been melting wax I'm a horse and crime boss and love to floss and My name ring bells from L.A. to Boston [Interlude: Crunch Lo] Ooooh, yeah see, it's that Jungle Nillz n***a right there Yo Beneen, don't wild out too much, but let them n***as have it, for real [Crunch Lo] Aiyo, I form like amoebas, tuck you with the heater Give your a** the fever, I smoke the green reefer I'm straight out the belly, get down like Tommy Brown When the sh** get smelly in the heart of Body Town I'm a get-money wreck, get money and step Before indictments pop up and guillotine my rep Yo, I'm Barry White smooth, I follow the Cash Rules I got a big block that'll make your a** move So get with me, get close, I make you rotisserie Hit something, put your love ones in misery I'm Cruncha Beneen, asthma lung squeeze Ya'll n***as can't live, cuz ya'll can't hardly breath I cut your cardiovascular, you ain't build for the ma**acre About to happen to ya, I'm the nicest M.C. to be, live it down for me I'm real legit, with words, I'm dilligent [Interlude: Crunch Lo] Aiyo, Beneen, where you learn that at? West Brighton? Or out there in Park Hill with Lounge and 'em? Hit 'em one more time [Crunch Lo] I tell you now, you don't want no parts of the kid Live by any means, so something gotta give Flip raps like acrobats, I love the money stacks Used to pack a mack, in the back of the Ac' Jakes give chase, "Run" like Cappa and Ghostface If you wanna survive, if you wanna stay alive Crunch Beneen talking to you, boy, listen when I speak Spin like twelve hundres when I drop technique Beat jacker, pro blacker, mic attacker This one here is for all the gun clappers And real street n***as on they griz, what it is It's war in the field and it's war with the pigs Shawn Wigs come and scoop me in the hoopty Make sure you bring a long burner and murder mami cutie [Outro: Crunch Lo] See? That's what I'm talking about This is what it is, right here Cruncha Beneen, it's going down, man Open your ears and your eyes wide It's a wrap