Let's Get it Crunk

[Verse 1: Playa Fly] Niggas best beware of that motherfuckin' villain It's hard to fuck wid us, so prepare for the killin' Livin' where it's realer man and you don't know the feelin' It's time to grab my Glock and make a rocket for the million Creepin on yo ass wid that mask what ya wanna do Boom is that sound shootin' rounds down Glock we do All my row dogs down smokin' pounds it's that nigga who Don't give a fuck, test your nuts, catch a slug fool Nigga wid the mind full of crime don't be guessin' If you fail to see him then a bullet you'll be catchin' Always packin' a weapon so keep steppin' don't let it happen You know that talkin' shit, as my lyrics start to cappin' The homies in the house and it's no doubt I'm finna sew shit up As I tape it over walk right over then I fulls you up Pass a sack and drink the yack and let my niggas roll it up Now we gettin' smoked out, now my locs get loc'd out Scopin' out the victim for the slayin' man You know I'm still up in this bitch Niggas from down South we so gap, wid this gangsta shit Nigga best believe it's about that cheesin' and I'll rob you trick Grippin' on my Glock, pop, pop, pop, nigga that's my shit I'm slick Raise up off these playas nuts, shank you I don't give a fuck Nigga we can slang throw them thangs what the fuck is up Bangin' the fuckin' microphone that nigga straight from Tennessee Psychopathic, schizophrenic, bitches cannot fuck with me Three Six on my dizick, hoe stop swingin' on my fuckin' nuts Keep on talkin' shit I just might stick you in your fuckin' guts Niggas shankin', now I think it's time to blaze that B-U-D Now I'm high, really high, a hustla in reality Enter the asylum of a motherfuckin' lunatic Introduce you to my tone let's get in to some gangsta shit Nigga wid the mind full of crime I'm about to click Shots up to you playa hatas till you give me somethin' nig Back up off my dick because you know you cannot fuck wit this Leave your body burnin' in a motherfuckin' crucifix (Yeh, like I said before, we still up in this bitch...) Hook (sounds like Eazy E being mixed in) [Verse 2:] Up early in the morning, rollin' tokin' swisher blunts Thinkin' to myself, how, can I get this junt crunk Light up another blunt, now I'm feelin' super straight Playa hatin' bitch type niggas who I really hate So I have to meditate, just to keep my mind right If I don't it's gonna be a killin' at the midnight Pimp tight lyricist, busta can't fade this Leave ya body in a grave talkin' all that weak shit Come and get your wig split, but you ain't, cause you can't Step to a psycho, gotta let you know Once before we let the bullets flow Got the rap game sold up, hold the, speaker, now it's time to clicka Bang bang shoot 'em up, bloodied up ya fuckin' guts Trick I thought I told you don't you ever try to test my nuts Creepin' through the front door slowly, like a fuckin' sniper Hyper, than a muhfuckin' fired piper Silence, violence, is all that I think about One two three four punks that you read about [Verse 3:] It be Lil Chee-zy in the back That nigga wid that three eight gat Keeps that motherfucka packed Just in case these niggas act Like they wanna hustla hate I'm tryna feed my fuckin' kids I be damned if they don't eat Tryna take what's mine you trick Any end will have to take to split a punk ass nigga's dome Chop a hater wid my chrome, take off my mask so I could be known I don't give a fuck got shit to lose I just go buck You feel the ooze ain't had enough now catch the blues My shit is rough you knew the rules Before you stepped, to a pimp tight nigga-ro And I ain't scared to go toe to toe to let these bitch ass niggas know It's gon' take a murder case to put these tricks up in they place Lock you in my Chevy will bump for E&G keeps twistin' skunk Playas get your fuckin' gat, cause you know the robber's back It's so Fly got for these punks cause Lil Chee-zy gettin' it crunk Hook [Verse 4: Playa Fly] Everlastin' gangsta Playa bound to reach the fuckin' top SPV is backin' me, bustin' wide playa lock Niggas down from Jackson bumpin' tracks and keep us taxin' hoe Fly done buy that whitey's got you frighten on that goodie dope Dirty dud and gangsta stayin' ri-zaw and inflictin' pain Playa from the shower full ah powder coca fuckin' caine Gettin' it crunk and gettin' a drank, pon a funky roadster bitch Down to make a dollar don't you holler busta follow this SPL is super thick, clickin' quickly full ah blunts Now that Playa's on the scene, tell me did Fly get it crunk?