Crime Mob Crunk Inc. Lyrics

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Crunk Incorporated. We ain't taking nuttin this year, We comin' straight for ya.
Talkin' bout gettin' crunk *****. **** that **** you talkin' *****.
When I see yo *** *****, this how **** gon pop off.
This how **** goin' go down from here on out *****.
So we gotta tell y'all *****s to wake the **** up. Cyco Black let em know....

**** that **** that you talkin'

**** that nonsense ***** I'm outside
You gotta problem wit my clique I'm outside
I got my gun in my **********in' ride
We bussin' heads so you *****es better hide

Crunk to the **********in' I.N.C.
Mike, Gray, Black, and Killa behind me.
Park in the street wit Crunk and A.D.
So I dare that ***** to come and try me.

Dare that ***** to walk my street.
Watch me **** it back and let go.
Comin' up popular, he's a **** ***** I'm a let his *** know
He ain't nothin' but a ho.

**** yo words, yo words don't mean ****.
All that talkin' get yo *** hit.
Beat yo ***** wit a baseball bat a-rata-tat-tat on yo *** real quick.
This real **** and I don't play games.
ATL be my domain.

Creep yo cast, and beat yo *** so
**** that **** you talkin' mayne.

Yeah, ***** **** that **** that you talkin'.
Go get yo clique and start walkin'.
My crew too thick so get off me to **** wit you I got whodi.
Peepin' the scene so don't test me, ho don't try me I stay ready,

Yo shirt goin' be so damn heavy, I snipe yo *** 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'm a show you just how deep we are.
Y'all *****s thank y'all buck?
We'll have y'all seein' stars.
You'll think you're touchin' Mars, cause we some must asses.

A second blastin' anywhere where there be **** talkin'. So do not get smart
*****, 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.

Written by: Alphonce Tyree Smith, Chris Henderson, Jonathan Lewis, Venetia Lewis
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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