Crunk Inc.

Ay, Crunk Incorporated, we ain't takin' nothin' this year We comin' straight for you, we talkin' 'bout gettin' 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 ya'll niggas, to wake the fuck up Cy co Black, let 'em know 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 You got a problem wit my click, I'm outside I got my gun and my motherfuckin' ride We bussin' heads, so you bitches betta hide Crunk to the mothafuckin' 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 fuck nigga I'ma let his ass know, he ain't nuttin' but a ho Fuck yo words, yo words don't mean shit, all that talkin' get yo ass hit Beat yo bitch wit a baseball bat a-rata-tat-tat on yo ass real quick This real shit and I don't play games, ATL be my domain Creep yo cast and beat yo ass, so fuck that shit you talkin' mayne Fuck that nonsense, nigga I'm outside You got a problem wit my click, I'm outside I got my gun and my motherfuckin' ride 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' Yeah, bitch fuck that shit that you talkin' Go get yo clique and start walkin' My crew too thick so get off me to fuck 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 ass 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 asses 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 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 You got a problem wit my click, I'm outside I got my gun and my motherfuckin' ride We bussin' heads, so you bitches betta hide What's up Aight Aight, Aight Aight, Aight Aight, Aight Aight, Aight