(crunchy blac)
Damn man a n***a pocket f**ed up in this mother f**er
(dj paul)
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! that's f**ed up
(crunchy blac)
A n***a need to find out how we go get some
Dead presdients or something man
(dj paul)
You know what I'm sayin a n***a
Got to get straight around this mother f**er
n***as got that mutha f**in sh**,Don't wanna share it
n***as we know you tight,mutha f**er you need to share that sh**
Before a n***a break you off something
(crunchy blac:prophet mutha f**in entertainment)
You know what I'm saying,You know what I mean,a n***a go break you off
You need to share that sh**,Mother f**ers f**ed up round here
We go take care of that,something go have to get straight
Or something go have to go mother f**ing sour n***a!
You know what I mean
A mother f**er go have to handle ya mother f**ing a**
n***a share that sh**,A n**s know you on,A n***a know you tight
You better take care of ya boys dog
You know what I mean,A n***a go handle ya mutha f**ing a**
With the mother f**ing seriousness! b*tch!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Verse 1: Crunchy Black]
It's Crunchy Black the demon child, another mystery made
Another stang, Boo set up another n***a in his grave
I'm constantly scopin out you n***as with that bible sh**
You thank I'm straight, b**h I ain't straight
I'm out to get your sh**
My Smith & Wesson teaches lessons for you hard head ho's
To drop off you want feel pain unless you don't do as told
But if you got ya f**in pistols and ya thank ya beat
The 3-6 mafia
n***a try ya luck and we'll see
[Verse 2: Scan Man, from k**a Klan Kaze]
Mr. World-wide-panic
So watch the scanman get his automatic
Then get crazy like a crimnal beacause
These n***as don't know nothing bout me
Watch ya self When you stack ya wealth
Keep that sh** between ya self
Cause these k**as from the Prophet Posse
Go use 2 n***as to make ya d**h
Cause we crazed
With the rage
Having a urge that can't be replaced
Out of the leaves,seen all them trees
Then I leave with ya cheese
Now prepare for the world to turn over
Cause Prophet Posse n***as just have tookin over!!!
[Hook: Project Pat, from k**a Klan Kaze] 2x
Young g's looking out for a meal ticket
Catch you slippin in ya sh** and we will take it
To a level that you hoes can not handle b**h
Six shots from the Glock, left 'em dead
[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
Man I'm gettin tired of all you playa hatin b**hes
Playa hatin on this game,you see a n***a out to get cha
You see I heard from ya ho's you was flodgin bout ya riches
So I had to hit the klan tell we had to come and get cha
So I told them I'll hit them back
So I can go get some facts
Scopin out this n***a shack
Making sure that sh** is fat
Then I hit Lil Scan and Pat
Told em that, that sh** was fat
Then my n***a project said
(project pat:when we go get this b**h)
(scan man)
Go to War crnchy and scan
Drop them bodies off to the shore
There's no more
In this b**h
Trying to get buck with this click
I'm insane in the brain
Got me throwing bodies off the train
Acid rain from the sky
Wash the remains down the drain
In your yard,after dark
It's them n***as who like to rob
In ya face with no trace
You go vanish from this place
No one cries
Could you die
Scan man dares to wipe there eyes
Lullabyes
A hear the tomb
So ya click is not to soon
Chorus: x4