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Crime Mob

Crime Mob was a hip hop/crunk group consisting of six members: M.I.G., Cyco Black, Princess, Lil' Jay, Diamond, and Killa C. They are best known for their songs Knuck If You Buck and Rock Yo Hips. more »

Year:

2004

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Crunk Incorporated. We ain't taking nuttin this year, We comin' straight for ya.
Talkin' bout gettin' crunk nigga. F*ck that shit you talkin' nigga.
When I see yo ass nigga, this how shit gon pop off. 
This how shit goin' go down from here on out nigga.
So we gotta tell y'all niggas to wake the f*ck up. Cyco Black let em know....

F*ck that shit that you talkin'

F*ck that nonsense nigga I'm outside
You gotta problem wit my clique I'm outside
I got my gun in my motherfuckin' ride
We bussin' heads so you bitches better hide

Crunk to the motherfuckin' I.N.C.
Mike, Gray, Black, and Killa behind me.
Park in the street wit Crunk and A.D.
So I dare that nigga to come and try me.

Dare that nigga to walk my street.
Watch me cock it back and let go.
Comin' up popular, he's a f*ck nigga I'm a let his ass know
He ain't nothin' but a ho.

F*ck yo words, 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.
ATL be my domain.

Creep yo cast, and beat yo ass so
F*ck that shit you talkin' mayne.

Yeah, bitch f*ck that shit that you talkin'.
Go get yo clique and start walkin'.
My crew too thick so get off me to f*ck wit you I got whodi.
Peepin' the scene so don't test me, ho don't try me I stay ready,

Yo shirt goin' be so damn heavy, I snipe yo ass like I'm Wesley.
Got a problem I solve so ho let's take it outside.
Revolver tucked in my pocket I'm feelin' what in my ride.
Bussin' 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.

Keep on poppin I'm a show you just how deep we are.
Y'all niggas thank y'all buck?
We'll have y'all seein' stars.
You'll think you're touchin' Mars, cause we some must asses.

A second blastin' anywhere where there be shit talkin'. So do not get smart
Bitch, cause here we runnin' thangs,
Ain't got no time for lames,

Just bout that money mayne.
Just watch me spray some flames.
Get up, release some anger.
I keep sixteen in the clip, and one off in the chamber.

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