Crime Mob Crunk Inc. Lyrics

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

[Bridge]
f___ that s___ that you talkin' [8X]

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f___ that nonsense n____ I'm outside (What's up). You gotta problem wit my clique I'm outside (What's up). I got my gun in
my m________in ride (What's up). We bussin heads so you b____es betta hide (What's up Aight).

Crunk to the m________in I.N.C. Mike, Gray, Black, and Killa behind me. Park in the street wit Crunk and A.D. So I dare
that n____ to come and try me. Dare that n____ to walk my street. Watch me c___ it back and let go. Comin up popular, he's
a f___ n____ I'ma let his a__ know he ain't nuttin but a ho. f___ yo words, yo words don't mean s___. All that talkin get
yo a__ hit. Beat yo b____ wit a baseball bat a-rata-tat-tat on yo a__ real quick. This real s___ and I don't play games.
ATL be my domain. Creep yo cast, and beat yo a__ so f___ that s___ you talkin mayne.

[Chorus]
[Bridge]

Yeah, b____ f___ that s___ that you talkin. Go get yo clique and start walkin. My crew too thick so get off me to f___
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 d___ heavy, I
Snipe yo a__ 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. Yall n____s thank yall buck? We'll have yall seein stars. You'll think
you're touchin Mars, cause we some must a__es. A second blastin anywhere where there be s___ talkin. So do not get smart
b____, 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.

[Bridge]
[Chorus]
(Aight [8X])