Princess (Crime Mob) - Crunk Inc. lyrics

[Intro: k**a C] Aye Crunk Incorporated We ain't taking nothing this year We coming straight for you We talking 'bout getting crunk, n***a f** that sh** you talking, n***a When I see your a** n***a This how sh** gon' pop off This how sh** gon' go down from here on out, n***a So we gotta tell y'all n***as what's the f** up Cyco Black, let 'em know [Hook: Cyco Black] f** that sh** that you talking, f** that sh** that you talking f** that sh** that you talking, f** that sh** that you talking f** that sh** that you talking, f** that sh** that you talking f** that sh** that you talking, f** that sh** that you talking f** 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**ing ride (what's up?) We bussing heads, so you b**hes better hide [Verse 1: Lil Jay] Crunk to the motherf**ing I.N.C Migraine, Black, and k**a 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 co*k it back and let go Coming up popular, he's a f** n***a I'ma let his a** know he ain't nothing but a hoe f** your words, your words don't mean sh** All that talking will get your a** hit Beat your b**h with a baseball bat I'll ratta-tat-tat on your a** real quick This real sh** and I don't play games A.T.L. be my domain Creep your cast and beat your a** So f** that sh** you talking, mane [Hook: Cyco Black] f** 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**ing ride (what's up?) We bussing heads, so you b**hes better hide f** that sh** that you talking, f** that sh** that you talking f** that sh** that you talking, f** that sh** that you talking f** that sh** that you talking, f** that sh** that you talking f** that sh** that you talking, f** that sh** that you talking [Verse 2: Princess] Yeah, b**h, f** that sh** that you talking Go get your clique and start walking My crew too thick, so get off me Two f** 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** talking So do not get smart, b**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** that sh** that you talking, f** that sh** that you talking f** that sh** that you talking, f** that sh** that you talking f** that sh** that you talking, f** that sh** that you talking f** that sh** that you talking, f** that sh** that you talking f** 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**ing ride (what's up?) We bussing heads, so you b**hes better hide [Outro: Lil Jay] A'ight, a'ight A'ight, a'ight A'ight, a'ight A'ight, a'ight