Crunk Inc.

Lyrics

[Intro: Killa C] Aye Crunk Incorporated We ain't takin' nothin' this year We comin' straight for you We talkin' 'bout getting crunk, nigga Fuck that shit you talkin', nigga When I see yo' ass, nigga This how shit gon' pop off This how shit gon' go down from here on out, nigga So we gotta tell y'all niggas what's the fuck up Cyco Black, let 'em know [Hook: Cyco Black] Fuck that shit that you talkin', fuck that shit that you talkin' Fuck that shit that you talkin', fuck that shit that you talkin' Fuck that shit that you talkin', fuck that shit that you talkin' Fuck that shit that you talkin', fuck that shit that you talkin' Fuck that nonsense, nigga, I'm outside (what's up?) You got a problem wit mah clique? I'm outside (what's up?) I got mah gun in mah muthafuckin' ride (what's up?) We bussin' heads, so you bitches betta hide [Verse 1: Lil Jay] Crunk to the muthafuckin I.N.C Migraine, Black, and Killa behind me Mob in the street with Crunk and A.D So I dare that nigga to come and try me Dare that nigga to walk mah street Watch me cock it back and let go Comin' up popular, he's a fuck nigga I'ma let his ass know he ain't nothin' but a hoe Fuck yo' words, yo' words don't mean shit All that talkin will get yo' ass hit Beat yo' bitch with a baseball bat I'll ratta-tat-tat on yo' ass real quick This real shit and I don't play games A.T.L. be mah domain Creep yo' cast and beat yo' ass So fuck that shit you talkin', mayne [Hook: Cyco Black] Fuck that nonsense, nigga, I'm outside (what's up?) You got a problem wit mah clique? I'm outside (what's up?) I got mah gun in mah muthafuckin' ride (what's up?) We bussin' heads, so you bitches betta hide Fuck that shit that you talkin', fuck that shit that you talkin' Fuck that shit that you talkin', fuck that shit that you talkin' Fuck that shit that you talkin', fuck that shit that you talkin' Fuck that shit that you talkin', fuck that shit that you talkin' [Verse 2: Princess] Yeah, bitch, fuck that shit that you talkin' Go get yo' clique and start walkin' My crew too thick, so get off me Two fuck with you, I got fo'ty Peepin' the scene, so don't test me Hoe, don't try me, I stay ready Yo shirt gon' be so damn heavy I snipe yo' ass like I'm Wesley Got a problem, I solve it So hoe let's take it outside Revolver tucked in mah pocket I'm feelin' what in mah ride Bussin' heads is mah specialty One like me, you will never see Hoe, you know I'm with M.O.B Wanna buck? It's whateva, G [Verse 3: M.I.G.] Keep on popping', I'ma show you just how deep we are Y'all niggas think y'all buck? We'll have y'all seein' stars You'll think you're touchin' Mars 'cause we some assassins A second blastin' at whoever that be shit talkin' So do not get smart, bitch, 'cause here we runnin' thangs Ain't got no time for lames, just 'bout that money, mayne Just watch me spray some flames Get up, release some anger I keep sixteen in the clip, and one off in the chamber [Hook: Cyco Black] Fuck that shit that you talkin', fuck that shit that you talkin' Fuck that shit that you talkin', fuck that shit that you talkin' Fuck that shit that you talkin', fuck that shit that you talkin' Fuck that shit that you talkin', fuck that shit that you talkin' Fuck that nonsense, nigga, I'm outside (what's up?) You got a problem with mah clique? I'm outside (what's up?) I got mah gun in mah muthafuckin' ride (what's up?) We bussin' heads, so you bitches betta hide [Outro: Lil Jay] A'ight, a'ight A'ight, a'ight A'ight, a'ight A'ight, a'ight