Gette'm Crunk Lyrics - The End - Three 6 Mafia

Ah yeah, y'all know what time it is 

Tear the club up boys back up in this motherfucker 

Y'all know what time it is, we gettin' it crunk for the motherfuckin' '97' 

biiootch 

Y'all can't handle this motherfuckin' shit 

It's on for the '97 motherfucker 

Nine nickel in two pennies 

Ain't no toms was a nigga words clearly biiootch 

We finna do this motherfuckin' shit like thiis... 

[Koopsta Knicca] 

I ain't rollin' oxy fours, come and go I'm lookin' for 

Bustin' through the cut with the skeemask on you funky hoes 

Wood grain chevy thangs, hearin' (...?...) boomerangs 

Burbon with that (..?..) mane, with the gear mane, I ain't playin' 

I'm insane gone get you with that killin' 

Murder, death, kill now I'm flexin' in your lexus 

Stretch me if you wanna, gonna, follow around the corner 

Then I holler at your women, turn the fire (.....?.....) 

Foolish ass punk, makin' noise in my trunk 

Tryin' to get his ass hurt, in the them curbs and them speed bumps 

Thump, thump, thump, finna get him can you feel me 

Three for my pump, in the destine in the meanin' 

Itchin' for a killin' nigga for I kill a man 

Didn't want to hit'em, but that bitch kept playin' with mine 

As I tried to stop'em, but he kept on runnin' low 

Killin' his ass before he got to the door 

Chorus 2x 

[Lord Infamous] 

Nigga's up in the (..?..) wait till Lord Infamous kick in the door 

So just ever your way wipe the crest of your feet on the floor 

So get ultra and buck in this hoe 

Bitches get (...?...)cause it's going down right about now 

Tearin' and riot (?) cause we comin' straight from the rowdy ass south 

Crank up this bitch, shake like a natural disaster, earthquake to blow up the 

scale 

Name was the Triple 6, end of the world we can enter this bitch (...?...) 

Next time we gonna fuck up the club, we gonna rip it up so riots break out 

So people (...?...) like the war started and ended now 

[Juicy J] 

I'm takin' care of my motherfuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch 

Nigga's claimin' killa all the time but ain't did shit 

Flodgin' round town, talkin' about what you gonna do 

Knowin' if you step up to this pimpin' it's a murder fool 

Never try to dodge a nigga cause I let my nuts hangs, strapped 

With the smith and wesson if I have to bring the pain, bring the pain 

Bring the game, nigga we gone get it on 

Smokin' motherfuckers in the night until the early morn' 

Chorus 2x 

[Gangsta Boo] 

Now it's time to get buck wild, nigga's on that Chris Style 

While my nigga Paul and rowdy Chris head to funkytown 

Baby come and get it crunk 

What's up, what you scared or somethin' 

Loddy, doddy party fuckin' hardy till you fuck up somethin' 

Fuck the fuckin police bitch, you can't fade the Triple Six 

Once they see how crunk we get it they gone want to join this shit 

We gone get it crunk, nigga keep it crunk, stayin real 

Always smokin' scopin' motherfuckers tryin' to keep a meal, Big Baby 

[DJ Paul] 

Time to tear the club up thugs, back up in this hoe 

Nigga thought we was washed up but we got plenty more 

Aimin' at your ass, once again for the nine nickel and a couple of pennies 

My words clearly, tom's in so you can hear me 

You know the loco break the law but that was '95 

Mystic Styles worldwide hoes realize 

Chris got the mossberg but they ain't dead yet 

The Three 6 gonna be alive till we get it crunk