Get Bucked Get Crunked – C-murder – letras

[hook]2xUh Ohhhh, there them TRU Boys goUh Ohhhh, hit the muthafuckin flo'[T-Bo]Aaaaaaaah!!Came in this bitch to shut this muthafucka downBaton Rouge and Louisiana so you know I’m bout to clownWhen the thugs get to bussin, duck down hit the groundStay out my water boy if you don’t want to drownYou keep fuckin wit me, they gone find yo ass deadWhen my song come on, they gon act a pussy on yo headThis for them thugs in the club, who straight, don’t mind dyingAnd them ballers in the parking lot, straight sitting on shineC-Murder called me up, and said « T-Bo it’s timeto represent the dirty south and make ’em respect yo mind »Trunk loads of soldiers always starting some shitSo stay the fuck from ’round us if you aint down with my clickBe 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 stuckWhen we come to yo town, tear the fuckin club upOnly white boy with the click, so you know I must be sickYou don’t like me rollin wit TRU?, suck my fuckin dickI’m from that 504, minus 279Come and get you somethin’, see me thuggin in that 225[chorus] 8xBack ’em up, Get CrunkBack ’em up, Get Buck[Master P]Big Time baller, shot caller, hustlerCP3, whodi they’ll bust yaRolce, with 4 doors, Bentleys with mo-mo’sI aint Ludacris but I can throw dem bo’sConcerts stay packed, pockets gone stay fatT-R-U hot, tell the dj’s to play thatNow give it to me, I want the jewels and the moneyAnd ectasy for the thugs and the bunnies[chorus] 4x[Silkk the Shocker]We the type of niggas, ya’ll don’t ever wanna have beef witWe’ll pull some sneak shit, and get off with some creep shitDo anything for the look, for the stash and the cashMy face to recognizable dog, so I’ma need the maskSee they didn’t want to feel us until we had to empty the cannonTryna hold us, but they just comin up, empty handedI know some love us, and I know that some can’t stand usMe, P, and C we all thugs, seem like that shit just runs in the family[hook][C-Murder]You know we thugged out, from the cradle to the graveThem TRU Boys, The Miller Boys with T-Bo and some chrome toysDome checkin, disrespectin haters is a hobby, for lifeNo Limit to the fullest, with a bullet, so think twiceLil Daddy, Limo tints on the Caddy, TruckThem Cutt Boys gone bust, you better duck, cause we don’t give a fuckI’m real with it, XL bring the Deadly Soundz beatAnd Watch a nigga like C bring the heat