Crime Mob
Crunk Inc.
[Intro: Killa C]
Aye
Crunk Incorporated
We ain't taking nothing this year
We coming straight for you
We talking 'bout getting crunk, n***a
F**k that sh*t you talking, n***a
When I see your a** n***a
This how sh*t gon' pop off
This how sh*t gon' go down from here on out, n***a
So we gotta tell y'all n***as what's the f**k up
Cyco Black, let 'em know

[Hook: Cyco Black]
F**k that sh*t that you talking, f**k that sh*t that you talking
F**k that sh*t that you talking, f**k that sh*t that you talking
F**k that sh*t that you talking, f**k that sh*t that you talking
F**k that sh*t that you talking, f**k that sh*t that you talking
F**k that nonsense, n***a, I'm outside (what's up?)
You got a problem with my clique? I'm outside (what's up?)
I got my gun in my motherf**king ride (what's up?)
We bussing heads, so you b*t*hes better hide

[Verse 1: Lil Jay]
Crunk to the motherf**king I.N.C
Migraine, Black, and Killa behind me
Mob in the street with Crunk and A.D
So I dare that n***a to come and try me
Dare that n***a to walk my street
Watch me c*ck it back and let go
Coming up popular, he's a f**k n***a
I'ma let his a** know he ain't nothing but a hoe
F**k your words, your words don't mean sh*t
All that talking will get your a** hit
Beat your b*t*h with a baseball bat
I'll ratta-tat-tat on your a** real quick
This real sh*t and I don't play games
A.T.L. be my domain
Creep your cast and beat your a**
So f**k that sh*t you talking, mane
[Hook: Cyco Black]
F**k that nonsense, n***a, I'm outside (what's up?)
You got a problem with my clique? I'm outside (what's up?)
I got my gun in my motherf**king ride (what's up?)
We bussing heads, so you b*t*hes better hide
F**k that sh*t that you talking, f**k that sh*t that you talking
F**k that sh*t that you talking, f**k that sh*t that you talking
F**k that sh*t that you talking, f**k that sh*t that you talking
F**k that sh*t that you talking, f**k that sh*t that you talking

[Verse 2: Princess]
Yeah, b*t*h, f**k that sh*t that you talking
Go get your clique and start walking
My crew too thick, so get off me
Two f**k with you, I got forty
Peeping the scene, so don't test me
Hoe, don't try me, I stay ready
Your shirt gon' be so damn heavy
I snipe your a** like I'm Wesley
Got a problem, I solve it
So hoe let's take it outside
Revolver tucked in my pocket
I'm feeling what in my ride
Bussing heads is my specialty
One like me, you will never see
Hoe, you know I'm with M.O.B
Wanna buck? It's whatever, G
[Verse 3: M.I.G.]
Keep on popping, I'ma show you just how deep we are
Y'all n***as think y'all buck? We'll have y'all seeing stars
You'll think you're touching Mars 'cause we some a**a**ins
A second blasting at whoever that be sh*t talking
So do not get smart, b*t*h, 'cause here we running things
Ain't got no time for lames, just 'bout that money, mane
Just watch me spray some flames
Get up, release some anger
I keep sixteen in the clip, and one off in the chamber

[Hook: Cyco Black]
F**k that sh*t that you talking, f**k that sh*t that you talking
F**k that sh*t that you talking, f**k that sh*t that you talking
F**k that sh*t that you talking, f**k that sh*t that you talking
F**k that sh*t that you talking, f**k that sh*t that you talking
F**k that nonsense, n***a, I'm outside (what's up?)
You got a problem with my clique? I'm outside (what's up?)
I got my gun in my motherf**king ride (what's up?)
We bussing heads, so you b*t*hes better hide

[Outro: Lil Jay]
A'ight, a'ight
A'ight, a'ight
A'ight, a'ight
A'ight, a'ight