Get bucked, get crunked lyrics

Artist  : C-murder 
Song : Get bucked, get crunked
 
feat.T-Bo, Master P, and Silkk the Shocker
[hook]2x
Uh Ohhhh, there them TRU Boys go
Uh Ohhhh, hit the muthafuckin flo'

[T-Bo]
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 aint 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

[chorus] 8x
Back 'em up, Get Crunk
Back 'em up, Get Buck

[Master P]
Big Time baller, shot caller, hustler
 
CP3, whodi they'll bust ya
Rolce, with 4 doors, Bentleys with mo-mo's
I aint 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

[chorus] 4x

[Silkk the Shocker]
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

[hook]

[C-Murder]
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

[chorus] fade until end