Archie Lee - Get Crunk or Get Ghost lyrics

[Archie Lee] SwishaHouse b**h, I wreck shows and flows Swng wide, frank does, and high cap on hoes Bouts my peety, bouts lucci, all abouts my cash I was feeling kind of bored so I bought me a jag Pull up in escalade and I swatch the street I was feeling kind of chilly so I bought me some heat f** with made n***as cause thats all I know And I'ma beats my hoe if she ain't got my doe You hoes best to run for cover cause we bouts to blow "loaded with cash no plex no more" Mista Masta Archie Lee I'm way live-r than most SwishaHouse b**h now get crunk or get ghost [Big Tiger] It's the million Big Tike I'ma knock out pro Leave a n***as fronts on the god damn floor Ramming n***as like a rhino, rhinoceros Kick more a** than Jacki Chan and Chuck Norris Whats the deal I hid a n***a from his mind Yep you got a line but not big as mine I came to wreck this, disrespect this Hit a n***a in his stomach and I broke his necklace Bob and I weave, weave and I bob And I ain't go stop untill I knock down my job SwishaHouse b**h, get crunk or get ghost 'fore I put a fork in you like the don Al Bo [Al Bolden] Al Beezy dog !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And it's time to get hype And pop trunk on twa*ks With AK's out the viper And when I touch the mike i'm trying tro make these boys feel it And when I stretch this lab I'ma fifth rell it, grill it Sip the eight, don't spit it cause i'm throweder than most When Archie Lee goes platinum I'ma pose a toast to all my Reel n***as from H-town to Maine, Californ-i-a I got them boys riding swangs, popping trunk Al bang I'ma take this city Al B. don't bo Got them haters looking sh**ty Forty diamonds stay pretty Body rocking your trunk You boys better get ghost, cause I'ma get crunk (Chourus) SwishaHouse b**h, now get crunk or get ghost Cause we be the n***as that be crunker than most Everybody hit the floor cause it's about to go down Northside, southside how you like us now SwishaHouse b**h, now get crunk or get ghost Cause we be the n***as that be crunker than most Everyboby hit the floor cause it's about to go down East coast, west coast how you like us now [Lil Ron] Now is you with that, cause if you ain't get gone Now when the blunts get blown I be in my own zone The northside my home, we be showing naked a** Gliding on bast, with Glocks ready to blast You better move real fast, I break up things Lil Ron's my name I'm bout to spit a little game I'm known to bring pain when I come down your block Bigger stars out your flock, beating up all they co*k I got a million dollar platinum, i'm bout to exacute my plan Big faces don't fit I got to hold'em in my hand Make a grand, spend a grand n***a that don't mean nothin' We ride down the set in a Lexus on bu*tons You know them choppers cutting,we left a** fall in the gra** I used to broke but now I put that in the past Lets see who let standing, n***a i'ma be the last I opened up my trunk and caused a freight linner crash To be the best is my task, I hold them fire things When the bang hit your brain yo mind gone go insane I'm the throwdest in the game but I'm also a G In the B-E-N-T getting gone off that tree Get crunk ! [Big Pic] Hopping out tinted Lac to call this n***a in black My freestyle's down to act I split wigs and back John Hanco*k on contracts watch Pic bring havock I suggest you scat before I deside to attack Fraud n***as get crushed when the stage get rushed Cause we young and n***a clushed, turning life to dust Gets legal like a connection best call for protection Better check your nuts whe the house in your section And the mouth going off, aggitating the cump Get ghost or get crunk or end up on your rump Suggest you not test cause I damage your chest I'm on the quest to be the best, and can't sell us for less b**h alert your block cause my cage unlock Red and grey riding chops, dash box with a Glock SwishaHouse is hot f** those who wasn't down b**h we acting bad, now how you like us now [Blyndcyde] I'm opening up my drop so I can ride the choppers f** doing rock and rock I'ma flood the block Headed straight for the top on the ground for skrilla On the way like a guerilla n***a whats the dilla It's Blyndcyde the heavyweighter, steady shaken the crowd Breaking mikes, putting down for the top of my town Because I'm bold and I'm cold, you just wait till I'm old I'm the reason that the north is how post they cold With diamonds cluster, now how you strutter block buster If you fake I'll crush ya', taking off like a thruster An earthquaker, shaking the world with my bang Hell nah that ain't Alaska that's a piece of my chain (Chorus) [Lester Roy] SwishaHouse b**h, I've been crunker than most I tot my pistol in the club cause I be full of that dope And I ain't scared, f** nah to put a hole in a n***a I'ma trigger happy n***a, putting holes in Hilfigers With some thug a** n***as sipping eighty proof liquor Split swisher down the middle, sun up with the k**a I'ma northside thug getting f**ed with a mean mug I don't give a f** cause I f** yo s*ut She was bopping hustle, she seen the bezzletine on my neck A n***a start to trip but Archie Lee ra** a teck I hope you strapped for the rest cause like Big Pic I leave a mess [Lil Mario] Get crunk or get ghost, I'm jumping off the ropes Elbow drop like Randy Savage f**ing around with third coast They can't hold me, Lil Yo me coming down that avenue Pop trunk, 'mote controll, third eyed, red and blue Gone off that k**a weed now scoring Archie Lee Man I'm so fly cause Watt's got that hennesy Get crunk or move over, northside soldier SwishaHouse b**h and I done already told you Who gives a f** about the n***a if they mad I'ma swang wide and I'ma hop in they gra** And the yo it I ain't for it, better ask that boy daz One thing you never f** with is my blood or my cash n***a [A.D.] You want me to get crunk You want me to pop the trunk You want me to pull out thirty miles burn punk Laying boys on they back, when I ripping these track Screen in the Lac I done already did that Don't plex when I wreck, cleaning up the set Disrespect we breaking necks, we ain't playing a tet Bezzeltines on chest, I'ma red in the lane I'm maintaining moving bricks and bola f**ing with my clique we knocking off heads and shoulders So lets " give a toast who balls the most " "SwishaHouse b**h get crunk or get ghost n***a" (chorus) [Sabwarfare] Crunker than most, making busters down right ghost Standing strongger for my post, n***a third is the coast Give them a dose and watch them biches crumble like toast Alot of crews be coming close, but we done came with the most And that ain't to boast, it's real we danger like loaded sk**s Try to k** one in the fields, long with lyrical sk**s And thats the deal you dig, n***a plex I split wigs Put a bum up in your girlfriend house and kidnap yuor kids I'm bout my b**h motherfuker now get crunker than that Talking that sh** cause you drunk off that yak, n***a I'm armed with a gat I pull it out and lay you out on your back Your body shaking with your blood on the mat So back,back cause I'm closterphobic cain't nobody hold me down Warefare representing for that northside of town To you clowns it's whatever on the house I put my cheddar Any time, place or weather bet there ain't nobody better [J-Dawg] SwishaHouse b**h, now whats the god damn deal Everybody hit the floor it's going down for real I'm fixing to set it off, I got some sh** up on my chest I'm fixing to let it Off Now give me elbow room, and if you you make the wrong move b**h I'm clearing The room And if ain't up on are side all you hear is boom And thats that, you better get down and get back Cause I'm full of that wack and I don't know how to act I got a contract for the mike's I break I got strikes under my belt for the lifes I take And I'm real enough to know when I'm dealing with faith Better get yo sh** straight when you come my way J-Dawg I don't play to grown for that, I'm trying to go plat ain't no holding Back And if you cain't deal with that then hit the door SwishaHouse b**h now get crunk or get ghost [Slim Thug] Now get crunk or get ghost, cause I make mike smoke I'm Slim Thug you might heard out that thirty third coast Boss Hogg and shot calling and I'm twenty inch crawling My rang and beats and chain defenition of balling Clarion screen falling in my Fleetwood Lac Four eighteen in my trunk I'm bout to crack my back I give haters a heart attack when I get on these track Cause I can make that n***a Jigga hit verse sound wack Talk back and get smack ain't cut no slack Cause I got more dirty gats than they got in iraq Hit hitter, brick splitter with a fifty round spitter You better duck when I buck cause I ain't no quitter Talk down and get popped, f** with us and get dropped Me and my clique on top so go on and give us are props We can't be stopped so stop all you fraud a** punks Get your b**h a** ghost or get your b**h a** crunk (Chorus till end)