Crunk Inc.

Ay, Crunk Incorporated, we ain't takin' nothin' this year We comin' straight for you, we talkin' 'bout gettin' crunk, nigga f**k that shit you talkin nigga When I see yo a*s nigga, this how shit gon pop off This how shit gon go down from here on out nigga So we gotta tell ya'll niggas, to wake the f**k up Cy co Black, let 'em know f**k that shit that you talkin' f**k that shit that you talkin' f**k that shit that you talkin' f**k that shit that you talkin' f**k that shit that you talkin' f**k that shit that you talkin' f**k that shit that you talkin' f**k that shit that you talkin' f**k that nonsense, nigga I'm outside You got a problem wit my click, I'm outside I got my gun and my motherf**kin' ride We bussin' heads, so you bitches betta hide Crunk to the mothaf**kin' I.N.C. Mike, Gray, Black and Killa behind me Park in the street wit Crunk and A.D So I dare that nigga to come and try me Dare that nigga to walk my street Watch me cock it back and let go Comin' up popular, he's a f**k nigga I'ma let his a*s know, he ain't nuttin' but a ho f**k yo words, yo words don't mean shit, all that talkin' get yo a*s hit Beat yo bitch wit a baseball bat a-rata-tat-tat on yo a*s real quick This real shit and I don't play games, ATL be my domain Creep yo cast and beat yo a*s, so f**k that shit you talkin' mayne f**k that nonsense, nigga I'm outside You got a problem wit my click, I'm outside I got my gun and my motherf**kin' ride We bussin' heads, so you bitches betta hide f**k that shit that you talkin' f**k that shit that you talkin' f**k that shit that you talkin' f**k that shit that you talkin' f**k that shit that you talkin' f**k that shit that you talkin' f**k that shit that you talkin' f**k that shit that you talkin' Yeah, bitch f**k that shit that you talkin' Go get yo clique and start walkin' My crew too thick so get off me to f**k wit you I got whodi Peepin' the scene, so don't test me, ho don't try me, I stay ready Yo shirt gon' be, so damn heavy, I snipe yo a*s like I'm Wesley Got a problem, I solve, so ho let's take it outside Revolver tucked in my pocket, I'm feelin' what in my ride Bussin' heads is my specialty, one like me, you will never see Ho you know I'm wit M.O.B, wanna buck? It's whatever G Keep on poppin', I'ma show you just how deep we are Ya'll niggas thank yall buck? We'll have ya'll seein' stars You'll think you're touchin' Mars 'cause we some must a*ses A second blastin' anywhere where there 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 f**k that shit that you talkin' f**k that shit that you talkin' f**k that shit that you talkin' f**k that shit that you talkin' f**k that shit that you talkin' f**k that shit that you talkin' f**k that shit that you talkin' f**k that shit that you talkin' f**k that nonsense, nigga I'm outside You got a problem wit my click, I'm outside I got my gun and my motherf**kin' ride We bussin' heads, so you bitches betta hide What's up Aight Aight, Aight Aight, Aight Aight, Aight Aight, Aight