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[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 c*** 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 it's 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 it's 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
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