Freestyle Kingz - Crunk lyrics

[Lil Sho] Lil Sho, n***as like the way my trunk rattle Matter fact it do mo' knocking, than a judge's gavel My rhymes the greatest, at leat that's how I feel Make a n***a break fast, ain't talking bout morning meals Step to the Sho-Off/ get your a** dismantled Candy stain so crucial, they sho couldn't handle it Talking sh** behind my back, but Kevin Harris you'll walk Wreckin' Crew blowing up, but we don't use steroids Straight A's n***as, never gave the teachers hell You more nerd than Screech, from Saved by the Bell Say playa that's yo gal, I think you better leave her Cause she catching mo' balls, than a wide reciever Purple stuff and Sprite, make you crunk and raw I po' it up till it's pinker, than Pepto Bismol You don't think that Lil Sho, spit nothing but hits That's just like saying, that bruise don't make you sh** [Ake] Yo my mouth is a gun, man you better be smart When I rap I shoot bullets, when you rap you spit darts Clearing the charts, hey now slice your head like your boy Inside my body, n***a I got a K man heart And I don't beg for the p**y, cause I'm known to smash Only thing I'm worried about, is getting head and then cash Can't come in last, that's why the youngster in first When I bust it be a lot of nut, I quench hoes thirst Leave in a hurse, if you talking bout beef You talking bout, beef that be another n***a deceased I'm a beast, when it come to the rapping When it come to the rapping, my lyrics be clapping People be like Ake, man you got some'ing to prove I ain't got sh** to prove, but in my heart I can't lose I keep a short fuse, AKA a hot head You can't make it in this world, if your b**h a** scared [Tite] I'm back off the chain, Tite ready back on his chain Ready to flame, any n***a knocking my name Not giving a f**, mouth open ready to cuss Dangerous to touch, guns ready to bust With Ake and Sho, it's rubbing and we ready to blow T.K.O., these weak cats want no mo' The D-3 Nutt, microphone see me clutch n***as that bump, give me space and see me rush It's Armageddon, you see Tite arm your gat I swarm a cat, or f** around and harm you cats I sleep with heat, I eat beef running the street You wanna compete, naw brah step ya feet I'm undenied, this rap game something try Kinda nice with the hands, so respect my size Armed and ready, smoked out guns is ready Beat a mo'f**er down, till my arms spaghetti [Big Redd] I speak the truth, you hoes better respect my mind Respect my grind, or get hit with the iron Big Redd, you can catch me on the North We pump everything from stracks, all the way to salt If I'm flossing I flaunt it, best believe I own it Blonde head yellow bone, best believe I want it Boys talking down on me, if you want me come get me Go on see you crash dummies, if they think they can k** me I don't bump with you chumps, cause I'm grinding for this cash If they run in my section, I'ma put 'em on they a** n***as think they got pull, can't sell a lil' dope I'm a hustler, I'll sell ya a bird or soap Play it raw, f** a n***a if he won't have it Rule number one, b**h look what's getting got Ain't no gangsta, I just get it how I live If I grind with my heart, some'ing gotta give b**h in this 0-3, it's all on me So back-back and make way, for the R-E-double-D (*talking*) Don't forget to hit us up, on the website Www.daballroom.com, and it go down Every Friday night at the ball room Huntsville Texas, new spot n***a Y'all come get at us, yeah