Get Bucked Get Crunked Lyrics - C-murder

[hook]2x 

Uh Ohhhh, there them TRU Boys go 

Uh Ohhhh, hit the muthafuckin flo' 

[T-Bo] 

Aaaaaaaah!! 

Came in this bitch to shut this muthafucka down 

Baton Rouge and Louisiana so you know I'm bout to clown 

When the thugs get to bussin, duck down hit the ground 

Stay out my water boy if you don't want to drown 

You keep fuckin wit me, they gone find yo ass dead 

When my song come on, they gon act a pussy on yo head 

This for them thugs in the club, who straight, don't mind dying 

And them ballers in the parking lot, straight sitting on shine 

C-Murder called me up, and said "T-Bo it's time 

to represent the dirty south and make 'em respect yo mind" 

Trunk loads of soldiers always starting some shit 

So stay the fuck from 'round us if you aint down with my click 

Be on the lookout for them boys with them rags 'round they fo'head, (Uh Ohh) 

Group of muthafuckas that got security hollerin 'Code Red' 

Get Crunk, Get Buck, ya'll pussy bitches get stuck 

When we come to yo town, tear the fuckin club up 

Only white boy with the click, so you know I must be sick 

You don't like me rollin wit TRU?, suck my fuckin dick 

I'm from that 504, minus 279 

Come and get you somethin', see me thuggin in that 225 

[chorus] 8x 

Back 'em up, Get Crunk 

Back 'em up, Get Buck 

[Master P] 

Big Time baller, shot caller, hustler 

CP3, whodi they'll bust ya 

Rolce, with 4 doors, Bentleys with mo-mo's 

I aint Ludacris but I can throw dem bo's 

Concerts stay packed, pockets gone stay fat 

T-R-U hot, tell the dj's to play that 

Now give it to me, I want the jewels and the money 

And ectasy for the thugs and the bunnies 

[chorus] 4x 

[Silkk the Shocker] 

We the type of niggas, ya'll don't ever wanna have beef wit 

We'll pull some sneak shit, and get off with some creep shit 

Do anything for the look, for the stash and the cash 

My face to recognizable dog, so I'ma need the mask 

See they didn't want to feel us until we had to empty the cannon 

Tryna hold us, but they just comin up, empty handed 

I know some love us, and I know that some can't stand us 

Me, P, and C we all thugs, seem like that shit just runs in the family 

[hook] 

[C-Murder] 

You know we thugged out, from the cradle to the grave 

Them TRU Boys, The Miller Boys with T-Bo and some chrome toys 

Dome checkin, disrespectin haters is a hobby, for life 

No Limit to the fullest, with a bullet, so think twice 

Lil Daddy, Limo tints on the Caddy, Truck 

Them Cutt Boys gone bust, you better duck, cause we don't give a fuck 

I'm real with it, XL bring the Deadly Soundz beat 

And Watch a nigga like C bring the heat 

[chorus] fade until end