Get some crunk in yo system! {*repeat 8X*}



                    (Rapper talking in background)

                    [Verse 1]



                      I can feel it



                      These haters don't like me



                      They see me at a show



                      Them niggaz get excited



                      Cuz they think they finna get me



                      But nigga I'mma riot



                      Found myself a riot



                      So nigga don't try it



                      Guns I collect 'em



                      Guns fo' protection



                      Guns fo' dat nigga dat tried me and learned a lesson



                      And ain't no second guessin



                      I'm good wit my weapon



                      I ain't never been a lame in da game I'm respectin



                      ???



                      I'm looking fo' trouble



                      My own label just found out that I'm a monsta



                      But its too late cuz I signed for a hundred



                      It's something



                      Ain't nothing



                      I'm roofless



                      Still producing



                      Cut me a tape and you'll buy yoself two



                      ???



                      Niggaz say I'm trill



                      They ain't hard I can prove it



                      YEEAAAHHHH!!!

                    [Chorus]



                      Get some crunk in yo system! {*repeat 16X*}



                      (P. Troy talking in background)

                    [Verse 2]



                      I'm sippin on da crunk juice



                      Hennessey to get me loose



                      Niggaz getting buck and shit



                      Drinkin all da grey goose



                      Throwin signs up in da hair



                      Representin from wher I came



                      Its da same shit in da club niggaz fightin mane



                      Throwin bows and breakin chairs



                      Niggaz pullin hoes hair



                      Runnin threw the club wit dey click cuz they don't care



                      Screamin out whateva side



                      All my niggaz down to ride



                      If you think I'm lyin then you pussy niggaz bet not try



                      I'mma let you know



                      I ain't never been a scarry hoe



                      I'mma let you know that I never been a scarry hoe



                      Bustin niggaz brains over fuckin wit my game hoe



                      Then leave yo ass jane'd doe



                      In da middle of ya yard



                      Imma pull yo car fo' actin hard



                      Down on boulevard Nigga!!

                    [Chorus]



                      Get some crunk in yo system! {*repeat 16X*}



                      (P. Troy talking in background)

                    [Verse 3]



                      Guess who they called up



                      Out of the wood works



                      Take off my fuckin shirt



                      I'm reppin to da dirt



                      I'm reppin to da grave



                      I'm reppin for da 'A'



                      I'm ridin twenty-one



                      On my impala son



                      I'm smoking big dro



                      I'm wit da red hoe



                      Her cousin got da blow



                      We kicked dat nigga do'



                      Off da hinges



                      I'm relentess



                      I represent this



                      Can I get a witness (Amen!)



                      Amen I work hard for da south



                      These niggaz playin hard with they thumb in they mouth



                      The house the car



                      The bitches bustin out they bras



                      Just so they can show they titties to a star



                      Baby my door ajar



                      The passenger too



                      I'm ready to ride



                      So what's up boo



                      (Yeah) Keepin it real (real)



                      Keepin it trill (trill)



                      Reppin da ville (ville)



                      I show will

                    [Chorus]



                      Get some crunk in you system! {*repeat 16X*}



                      (P. Troy talking in background)