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TOMMY WRIGHT III lyrics : "So Crunk"

(feat. C-9)

[Tommy Wright II talking]

Where y'all at, ya mother$#&@az
The Sinistaz, Street Smart all up in ya
Tommy Wright III, C-9, it's time to step up to the plate

Where ya at?, who are the crunkest?
Where them ^!$$%s at?


[C-9 talking]
Nuthin' but killas up in my club
Nuthin' but big ballas in my club

Hustlas in my club, thugstas in this (*##$

[Hook: Tommy Wright III]

North Memphis in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
South Memphis in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
East Memphis in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$

West Memphis in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Mitchell Heights in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Claybert Homes in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$

Westwood in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Orange Mound in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Third World in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$

Black Haven in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Klondike in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
B Haven in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$


[Verse 1]
C-9 in this (*##$ about to get %#@! crunk

Splittin' Swishers wid my ^!$$%s like a hose in the trunk
Got ya fiendin' for the flavour of a murderous one
But we gon smoke it than a mother$#&@er straight from the junt

About to fall off in the club wid a mean $$# mug
Take a pull on the drug I'ma mean $$# thug,
Security is sweatin' up for me to cut up

But I'ma thug wid no love I ain't givin' a $#&@
About the rough get buck afta 9 in this joint
You in a room wid some real ^!$$%s keepin' it crunk

East Memphis West Memphis and we pullin' on stunts
North Memphis South Memphis got the drugs that I want
I'm bout to act a damn fool wid ya lose cool wid ya

Wreckin' you takin' you and wreckin' whose in here
You surrounded by the real ^!$$%s you's in fear
Got you bustas wishin' that it wasn't you in here

Thugged out wid out a doubt ^!$$%s throwin' %#@! over
I'm in the club and wreckin' %#@! cause we full ah that doja
Glocked out popped out see a ^!$$% done told ya

You in the middle of the club and gettin' buck wid some soldiers
Memphis, got a pimpin', on you bustas
Clickin' wid the realest kinda ^!$$%s then we touch ya

Crush ya, then smush ya, disrupt ya
Look him in the face spit then I scream bucker


[Hook]
Funkytown in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Evergreen in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$

Bucktown in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Caperville in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Douglas in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$

Ante Hill in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Frasier in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Hyde Park in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$

Hollywood in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Cordover in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Porter Lake in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$

Crenshaw in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
South Haven in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
?Border? Lake in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$

Corda Lake in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Riverside in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$


[Verse 2]
Full ah this anger, best to beware ah this danger
I strangle your brain-a in the middle of a tanker

Smother you suckas you hater type bustas
Don't trust ya this crazy type killer constructure I touch ya,
You won't ever touch when I pop my glock 9 and these bullets start bustin'
And I must, throw you rap clowns in the dust
This is it that I spit out my mouth I disgust you

What's up wid you trick?
Ain't no love for this monster, stomp ya,
Chuck ya in the trunk or my dungeon
Body parts layin' everywhere by my spear
Just don't care cause I'ma family type killer

So what you never heard ah me
Bloody murder in the first degree
A rapid type ah killin' spree
I'm prostylin' wildin' on tracks
It's like, ?mixin' the song wid muscle dude?

Wid the message to make a killer get stash fast
If you act when you rappin' on stage ain't nobody buckwild
bust the crowd just don't fail your performance
You wack when you real escalate and you fake dealin'
Paid thirty diamonds on ya wrist ya little joke,

I smoke, lil sumthin' sumthin' wid ya hoe,
Hit the liquor store and then I mix up a soda
Hit the club spot where my ^!$$%s straight low-a
Tatted up thugs about to let the rage blow up
I'm burstin' you up you surrounded by thugs
In the back of the club we so buck ain't no remedy

Shoot out and loose out my click out on you
til the tumors inside ah my brain catch my enemy
Pain is the penalty, slain in my enemies
Hold up feel it swoll up, got it all up, got it sold up
DJ's gone on the phone that my ^!$$%s and (*##$es must let this buck buck

[Hook]

Grove in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Castay in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Magnolia in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Smokey City in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Bunker Homes in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
West Alley in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
G-Town in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$

Rawley in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Middleton in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
North Haven in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Henry Hill in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
New Chicago in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Mid-Town in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
SPL in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$

SPV in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Street Smart in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$

[Verse 3]
So pop wid this murder, straight to the devil a ^!$$% must turn-a
Torture his corpse and it's what you must earn
These shells gonna burn through your scalp like a perm

So you ^!$$%s must learn not to $#&@ wid this killer
Eyes turn green as I'm fiendin' for skeltah
Decapitated body parts all that was left
Bloody toes on the floor wid his heart on my shelf
Don't decides to ride, you bustas can't hide
Wipe the fear from ya eyes feel lives real lives, and it shows how to die,
Shouldn'ta been a playa hatin' mother$#&@a at your mouth

Rip your tongue out your throat make your tonsils hop out
Blood all over the floor now gunshells in your hoe
Twenty ^!$$%s at the door, scopin' out for po-pos
Any ^!$$% step close, blast his $$# out them clothes
Pack his $$# by skin to the end of the coast
See my mind is so sick it would kill and I'm losin'
Confusion, a fusion, nothin' but psychotic illusions
I'm usin', the Lucifer's satanic music
This killa so serious ain't a damn thing amusin' it's useless,
When I get the glock and start shootin'
Drag his $$# in a body bag then we scoop him
Dump him in a river watch his body start soupin'
Sayin' to myself this punk ^!$$% so stupid
Choke off his hoe in three pieces like Cupid
Blaze off her face burn her mucus and pupils
Killin' off all enemies is the way that I'm choosin'
Leave 'em concussions and rupturous bruisin'
Bloodstains all over my clothes and my shoes
Look at ya struggle by the ounce and ya oozin'
All rated pulses is what you be losin'
When you $#&@in' wid a ^!$$% wid a head wid no screws in it

[Hook]
??????? in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Bunker Hill in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Pimpinville in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
??????? in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Mitchell thugs in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Thug Kali in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
??????? in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
O-Chi in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Clerview in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
QueensMound in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Blackview in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Scuttlefield in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
PV in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
???????? in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Buddah Village in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this (*##$
Cherokee in this hoe, we gettin' crunk in this bitc

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