Ay, Crunk Incorporated, we ain`t takin` nothin` this year
We comin` straight for you, we talkin` `bout gettin` crunk, ni**a
F**k that s**t you talkin ni**a
When I see yo ass ni**a, this how s**t gon pop off
This how s**t gon go down from here on out ni**a
So we gotta tell ya`ll ni**as, to wake the f**k up
Cy co Black, let `em know

F**k that s**t that you talkin`
F**k that s**t that you talkin`
F**k that s**t that you talkin`
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F**k that s**t that you talkin`
F**k that s**t that you talkin`
F**k that s**t that you talkin`
F**k that s**t that you talkin`

F**k that nonsense, ni**a I`m outside
You got a problem wit my click, I`m outside
I got my gun and my motherf**kin` ride
We bussin` heads, so you bitches betta hide

Crunk to the mothaf**kin` I.N.C.
Mike, Gray, Black and Killa behind me
Park in the street wit Crunk and A.D
So I dare that ni**a to come and try me
Dare that ni**a to walk my street
Watch me c**k it back and let go
Comin` up popular, he`s a f**k ni**a
I`ma let his ass know, he ain`t nuttin` but a ho

F**k yo words, yo words don`t mean s**t, 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 s**t and I don`t play games, ATL be my domain
Creep yo cast and beat yo ass, so f**k that s**t you talkin` mayne

F**k that nonsense, ni**a I`m outside
You got a problem wit my click, I`m outside
I got my gun and my motherf**kin` ride
We bussin` heads, so you bitches betta hide

F**k that s**t that you talkin`
F**k that s**t that you talkin`
F**k that s**t that you talkin`
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F**k that s**t that you talkin`
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Yeah, bitch f**k that s**t that you talkin`
Go get yo clique and start walkin`
My crew too thick so get off me to f**k 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 ni**as 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 s**t 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

F**k that s**t that you talkin`
F**k that s**t that you talkin`
F**k that s**t that you talkin`
F**k that s**t that you talkin`

F**k that s**t that you talkin`
F**k that s**t that you talkin`
F**k that s**t that you talkin`
F**k that s**t that you talkin`

F**k that nonsense, ni**a I`m outside
You got a problem wit my click, I`m outside
I got my gun and my motherf**kin` ride
We bussin` heads, so you bitches betta hide

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