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CRIME MOB lyrics : "Crunk Inc."

Ay, Crunk Incorporated. We ain't taking nuttin this year, We comin straight for ya. Talkin bout gettin crunk ^!$$%. $#[email protected]
that %#@! you talkin ^!$$%. When I see yo $$# ^!$$%, this how %#@! gon pop off. This how %#@! gon go down from here on out
^!$$%. So we gotta tell yall ^!$$%s to wake the $#[email protected] up. Cyco Black let em know....

$#[email protected] that %#@! that you talkin' [8X]

$#[email protected] that nonsense ^!$$% I'm outside (What's up). You gotta problem wit my clique I'm outside (What's up). I got my gun in

my motha$#[email protected] ride (What's up). We bussin heads so you (*##$es betta hide (What's up Aight).

Crunk to the motha$#[email protected] I.N.C. Mike, Gray, Black, and Killa behind me. Park in the street wit Crunk and A.D. So I dare

that ^!$$% to come and try me. Dare that ^!$$% to walk my street. Watch me @@#! it back and let go. Comin up popular, he's
a $#[email protected] ^!$$% I'ma let his $$# know he ain't nuttin but a ho. $#[email protected] yo words, yo words don't mean %#@!. All that talkin get
yo $$# hit. Beat yo (*##$ wit a baseball bat a-rata-tat-tat on yo $$# real quick. This real %#@! and I don't play games.

ATL be my domain. Creep yo cast, and beat yo $$# so $#[email protected] that %#@! you talkin mayne.



Yeah, (*##$ $#[email protected] that %#@! that you talkin. Go get yo clique and start walkin. My crew too thick so get off me to $#[email protected]

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 $$# 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 ^!$$%s thank yall buck? We'll have yall seein stars. You'll think

you're touchin Mars, cause we some must $$#es. A second blastin anywhere where there be %#@! talkin. So do not get smart
(*##$, 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.


(Aight [8X])

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