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So this is what I'm a do man, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm a get each of you niggaz, you know what I'm sayin'
From the bay by the b-ball piece
When you see this nigga, you know what I'm sayin'

I want y'all to whoop his bitch ass, man, you know what I'm sayin'
Beat his motherfuckin' ass to the ground like a motherfucker, man
Fuck this bitch ass

See this how ass kickin' get down, your boys get beat down
Your bitches get beat down, your brothers get beat down
Your mothers get beat down, your cousins get beat down
An' any nigga that try to clown, we leavin' 'em on the ground

'Cuz we stomp a hole, until his ass throw up
An' after that them signs is gettin' thrown up
Them hats is to tha right, them hats is to tha left
We snatchin' your chain an' check your pockets 'til nothin' left

I'm a crunk this nigga though, treat 'em like a hoe
Ask these lil' bitches what the fuck they hittin' for
Crunchy ain't a hoe an' Crunchy can't go
An' Crunchy ain't a nigga that you wanna fuck with low

An' if you didn't know then nigga you can know
Then meet me down foo in the middle of the floor
I'm a break it down slow an' fill you up with dro
An' smoke your lud ass 'til I can't smoke no more

I'm gon' whoop this nigga, I'm gon' whoop this nigga
I'm gon' take it outside, click click boom with the trigger
I'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob this boy
I'm gon' call the fuckin' killers do a job on this boy

We gon' beat 'em to the floor, we gon' beat 'em to the floor
We gon' beat 'em to the floor, we gon' beat 'em to the floor
We gon' beat 'em to the floor, we gon' beat 'em to the floor
We gon' beat 'em to the floor, we gon' beat 'em to the floor

You don't know what just happened, you sufferin' from a fracture
You rebel, let me catch you, I'll beat you, belly bastard
You have a bad concussion, from tripple six bone rushin'
You all beat up an' busted, you shouldn't have pressed that button

You all bloody an' bumy, you yellin' for you mommy
An' people think it's funny, quit tryin' to out run me
Your eyes are blue an' black an' your clothes are ripped an' tackin'
You thought that you could hack it, you shouldn't have wore that jacket

'Cuz I wreck it, Smith an' West an' my weapon
We steppin' to let the still meet your chest an'
Don't play with these killers, they come from those parts
The north where niggaz be pullin' the whole cart

So mista big playa, mista big time playa
You got the shit on lock, why you on my dick?
Like a bitch walkin' around like you stone high
Hollow tip bullets don't die, nigga, they multiply

I'm gon' whoop this nigga, I'm gon' whoop this nigga
I'm gon' take it outside, click click boom with the trigger
I'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob this boy
I'm gon' call the fuckin' killers, do a job on this boy

We gon' beat 'em to the floor, we gon' beat 'em to the floor
We gon' beat 'em to the floor, we gon' beat 'em to the floor
We gon' beat 'em to the floor, we gon' beat 'em to the floor
We gon' beat 'em to the floor, we gon' beat 'em to the floor, to the