Tonalité : F minor
Intro 1
Em
C
G
Em
C
Em
Verse 1
Em
G
Crunk Incorporated. We ain't taking nuttin this year,
Am
C
Em
We comin' straight for ya.
G
Talkin' bout gettin' crunk nigga. Fuck
Am
C
that shit you talkin' nigga.
Em
G
When I see yo ass nigga,
Am
this how shit gon pop off.
C
This how shit goin' go down
Em
G
from here on out nigga.
Am
C
So we gotta tell y'all niggas to wake the fuck
Em
up. Cyco Black let em know....
C
Em
Verse 2
Em
Fuck that shit that you talkin'
Verse 3
Em
C
Em
Fuck that nonsense
G
nigga I'm outside
Am
You gotta problem wit my
C
clique I'm outside
Em
I got my gun in my motherfuckin' ride
We bussin' heads so you
bitches better hide
Verse 4
Em
Crunk to the motherfuckin' I.N.C.
G
Mike, Gray, Black, and Killa behind me.
Am
Park in the street wit Crunk and A.D.
C
So I dare that nigga to come and try me.
Verse 5
Em
Dare that nigga to walk my street.
G
Watch me cock it back and let go.
Am
Com in' up popular,
C
he's a fuck nigga I'm a let his ass know
He ain't nothin' but a ho.
Verse 6
C
Fuck yo words,
Em
yo words don't mean shit.
All that talkin' get yo ass hit.
Beat yo bitch wit a baseball bat a- rata-
tat- tat on yo ass real quick.
This real shit and I don't play games.
Verse 7
ATL be my domain.
Em
G
Creep yo cast, and beat yo ass so
Am
C
Em
Fuck that shit you
G
Am
talkin' mayne.
Verse 8
C
Em
G
Am
Yeah, bitch fuck that
C
Em
shit that you talkin'.
G
Go get yo clique and start walkin'.
Am
My crew too thick so get off me to fuck
C
wit you I got whodi.
Em
Peepin' the scene so don't test me,
ho don't try me I stay ready,
Verse 9
Em
Yo shirt goin' be so damn heavy,
I snipe yo ass like I'm Wesley.
Got a problem I solve so ho let's
G
take it outside.
Am
Revolver tucked in my pocket I'm
C
feelin' what in my ride.
Em
Bus sin' 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.
Verse 10
Em
Keep on poppin I'm a show you
G
just how deep we are.
Am
Y'all niggas thank y'all buck?
C
We'll have y'all seein' stars.
Em
You'll think you're touchin' Mars,
G
cause we some must asses.
Verse 11
Am
A second blastin' anywhere where there
C
be shit talkin'. So do not get smart
Em
Bitch, cause here we runnin' thangs,
Ain't got no time for lames,
Verse 12
C
Just bout that money mayne.
Em
Just watch me spray some flames.
Get up, release some anger.
G
Am
C
Em
G
I keep sixteen in the
Am
clip,
C
Em
G
and one
Am
C
Em
off in the
Em
chamber.
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