Get Bunked, Get Crunked - C-Murder

Uh Ohhhh, there them TRU Boys go

Uh Ohhhh, hit the muthafuckin flo'

Aaaaaaaah!

Came in this bitch to shut this muthafucka down

Baton Rouge and Louisiana so you know I’m bout to clown

When the thugs get to bussin, duck down hit the ground

Stay out my water boy if you don’t want to drown

You keep fuckin wit me, they gone find yo ass dead

When my song come on, they gon act a pussy on yo head

This for them thugs in the club, who straight, don’t mind dying

And them ballers in the parking lot, straight sitting on shine

C-Murder called me up, and said «T-Bo it’s time

To represent the dirty south and make 'em respect yo mind»

Trunk loads of soldiers always starting some shit

So stay the fuck from 'round us if you ain’t down with my click

Be on the lookout for them boys with them rags 'round they fo’head, (Uh Ohh)

Group of muthafuckas that got security hollerin 'Code Red'

Get Crunk, Get Buck, ya’ll pussy bitches get stuck

When we come to yo town, tear the fuckin club up

Only white boy with the click, so you know I must be sick

You don’t like me rollin wit TRU?, suck my fuckin dick

I’m from that 504, minus 279

Come and get you somethin', see me thuggin in that 225

Back 'em up, Get Crunk

Back 'em up, Get Buck

Big Time baller, shot caller, hustler

CP3, whodi they’ll bust ya

Rolce, with 4 doors, Bentleys with mo-mo's

I ain’t Ludacris but I can throw dem bo’s

Concerts stay packed, pockets gone stay fat

T-R-U hot, tell the dj’s to play that

Now give it to me, I want the jewels and the money

And ectasy for the thugs and the bunnies

We the type of niggas, ya’ll don’t ever wanna have beef wit

We’ll pull some sneak shit, and get off with some creep shit

Do anything for the look, for the stash and the cash

My face to recognizable dog, so I’ma need the mask

See they didn’t want to feel us until we had to empty the cannon

Tryna hold us, but they just comin up, empty handed

I know some love us, and I know that some can’t stand us

Me, P, and C we all thugs, seem like that shit just runs in the family

You know we thugged out, from the cradle to the grave

Them TRU Boys, The Miller Boys with T-Bo and some chrome toys

Dome checkin, disrespectin haters is a hobby, for life

No Limit to the fullest, with a bullet, so think twice

Lil Daddy, Limo tints on the Caddy, Truck

Them Cutt Boys gone bust, you better duck, cause we don’t give a fuck

I’m real with it, XL bring the Deadly Soundz beat

And Watch a nigga like C bring the heat

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