Crunk Inc. Lyrics - Crime Mob - Crime Mob

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' 

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Fuck that shit that you talkin' 

Fuck that shit that you talkin' 

Fuck that shit that you talkin' 

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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 

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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 

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