Crunk Inc. lyrics

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Artist: Crime Mob
Album: Crime Mob

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Crime mob
Crunk inc. lyric

[Intro} ay.crunk incorporated.we ain't takin nothin this year. we comin straight for you. we talkin bout getting crunk nigga
Fuck that shit you talkin nigga. when I see yo ass nigga that's how shit gone pop off. this how shit gone go down from here on out nigga.so we gotta tell yall niggaz what the fuck up. cyco black let em' know

[Hook}fuck that shit that you talkin[8xs]
Fuck that nosense 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

[Llil jay]man crunk the motherfuckin i-n-c
My great black 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 fuck nigga I'm a let his ass know he ain't nothin but a hoe
Fuck yo words ya words don't mean shit
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 shit and I ain't playin games
Atl be my domain
Creep yo cats and beat yo ass
So fuck that shit you talkin man

[Hook]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[8xs]

[Princess]yeah,bitch fuck that shit that you talkin
Go get yo click and start walkin
My crew too thick so get off me
To fuck wit you I got 40
Keepin its sease so don't test me
Hoe don't try me I stay ready
Yo shirt gone be something heavy
I snipe yo ass like I'm wesley
Got a fraul up my sofice so hoe lets take it outside
Revolver tucked in my pocket I'm feeling wuk in my ride
Bussin 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 buck we'll have you seeing stars
You thank you touchin mars cause wee some assassins
Attackin blastin everywhere but that be shit talkin
So do not get smart bitch cause we runnin thangs
Ain't got no time for lames just bout that money mayn
Just watch me spray some flames before we leave some ankle
I keeps it steamin the club and run off in the chamber

[Hook]fuck that shit that you talkin[8xs}
Fuck 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