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| Crime Mob > Crime Mob Album > Crunk Inc. Lyrics |
Album Name: Crime Mob
Song Name: Crunk Inc.
Crime Mob
Crunk Inc. lyric
[Intro} Ay.Crunk Incorporated.We ain't takin nothin this year. We comin straight for you. You talkin bout getting crunk nigga.
**** that **** you talkin nigga. When I see yo ass nigga that's how **** gone pop off. This how **** gone go down from here on out nigga.So we gotta tell yall niggaz what the **** up. Cyco Black let em' know.
[Hook}f*** dat shit that you talkin[8xs]
**** that nosense nigga I'm outside,you got a problem wit my clique I'm outside.I got my gun and my motherfuckin ride.We bustin heads so you bitches betta hide.
[lLil Jay]Man Crunk the motherfuckin I-N-C
??? and killer behind me.
Walk in the street wit Crunk and AD
So I dare that nigga to come and try me
Dare that nigga to walk my street
Watch me cock the back and let go
Comin up poppin easily **** nigga I'm a let his ass know he ain't nothin but a hoe
**** yo words ya words don't mean ****
All that talk will get ya ass hit
Beat yo bitch wit a baseball bat
I'm a ratta-tat-tat I'm a ask real quick
This real **** and I ain't playin games
ATL be my domain
Creep yo cats and beat yo ass
So **** that **** you talkin man
[Hook]for that nonsense nigga I'm outside
You got a problem wit my clique I'm outside
I got my gun and my motherfuckin ride
We bustin heads so you bitches betta hide
for that shit that you talkin[8xs]
[Princess]Yeah,bitch **** that **** that you talkin
go get yo clique and start walkin
My crew thick so get off me
??? I got 40
Keepin tha sene so don't test me
Hoe don't try me I stay ready
Yo shirt gone be something heavy
I snike yo ass like I'm Wesley
Got a problem I'll solve it so hoe lets take it outside
Rip off a tuck in my pocket I'm feeling wuk in my ride
Bustin heads is my specialty one like me you will ever see
Hoe you know I'm wit M.O.B. wanna buck its whatever G
[M.I.G.} Keep on poppin I'm a show you just how deep we are
Yall niggaz think yall tough we'll have you seeing stars
You thank you touchin Mars cause wee some assassist
Attackin blastin everywhere but that be **** talkin
So do not get smart bitch cause we runnin thangs
Ain't got no time for games just bout that money mang
Just watch me spray some flames before we leave some ankle
I keeps it steamin the club and run off in the chamber
[Hook]f*** that shit that you talkin[8xs}
for that nonsense nigga I'm outside
You got a problem wit mt click I'm outside
I got my gun and my motherfuckin ride
We Bussin heads so you bitches betta hide
[Outro]Aight' continously until music goes off
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