So this is what Im a do man, you know what Im sayin
Im a get each of you niggaz, you know what Im sayin
From the bay by the b-ball piece, when you see this nigga
You know what Im sayin, I want yall to whoop his bitch ass
Man you know what Im sayin, beat his motha fuckin ass
To the ground like a motherfucker man fuck this bitch ass
See this how ass kickin get down, your boys get
(Beat down!)
Your bitches get
(Beat down!)
Your brothers get
(Beat down!)
Your mothers get
(Beat down!)
Your cousins get
(Beat down!)
And any nigga that try to clown we leavin em on the ground
Cuz we stomp a hole, until his ass throw up, and after that
Them signs is gettin thrown up, Im answer to the right
Im answer to the left, we snatchin your chain and check
Your pockets till nothin left
Im a crunk this nigga though, treat em like a hoe
Ask these lil bitches what the fuck they hittin for
Crunchy aint a hoe, and Crunchy cant go, and
Crunchy aint a nigga that you wanna fuck with low
If you didnt know, then nigga you can know, then meet me
Down foo in the middle of the floor, Ima break it down slow
And fill you up with dro, and smoke a little that till I
Cant smoke no more
Im gon whoop this nigga
Im gon whoop this nigga
Im gon take it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigger
Im gon rob this boy, Im gon mob this boy
Im gon call the fuckin killers do a job on this boy
We gon beat em to the floor, we gon beat em to the floor
We gon beat em to the floor, we gon beat em to the floor
We gon beat em to the floor, we gon beat em to the floor
We gon beat em to the floor, we gon beat em to the floor
You dont know what just happened
You suffering from a fracture
You rebel let me catch you, Ill beat you belly bastard
You have a bad concussion, from tripple six bone rushin
You all beat up and busted, you shouldnt have pressed that button
You all bloody and bumy, you yellin for you mommy
And people think its funny, quit tryin to out run me
Your eyes are blue and black and, your clothes are ripped and tackin
You thought that you could hack it, you shouldnt have wore that jacket
Cuz I wreck it, smith and west and my weapon, we steppin
To let the still meet your chest and, dont play with these killers
They come from those parts, the north where niggaz be pullin
The whole cart, so mista big playa mista big time playa
You got the shit on lock why you on my dick
Like a bitch walkin around like you stone high
Hollow tip bullets dont die, nigga they multiply
Im gon whoop this nigga
Im gon whoop this nigga
Im gon take it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigger
Im gon rob this boy, Im gon mob this boy
Im gon call the fuckin killers do a job on this boy
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