Ay, Crunk Incorporated. We ain't taking nuttin this year, We comin straight for ya. Talkin bout gettin crunk nigga. Fuck
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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
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nigga. So we gotta tell yall niggas to wake the fuck up. Cyco Black let em know....
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[Bridge]
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Fuck that shit that you talkin' [8X]
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[Chorus]
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Fuck that nonsense nigga I'm outside (What's up). You gotta problem wit my clique I'm outside (What's up). I got my gun in
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my mothafuckin ride (What's up). We bussin heads so you bitches betta hide (What's up Aight).
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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ATL be my domain. Creep yo cast, and beat yo ass so fuck that shit you talkin mayne.
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge]
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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
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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
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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
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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?
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It's whatever G.
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Keep on poppin I'ma show you just how deep we are. Yall niggas thank yall buck? We'll have yall seein stars. You'll think
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you're touchin Mars, cause we some must asses. A second blastin anywhere where there be shit talkin. So do not get smart
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bitch, cause here we runnin thangs, ain't got no time for lames, just bout that money mayne. Just watch me spray some
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flames. Get up, release some anger. I keep sixteen in the clip, and one off in the chamber.
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[Bridge]
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[Chorus]
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(Aight [8X])
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Crunk Inc.
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