Left’em Dead Crunchy Black (Ft. Killa Klan Kaze)

[Intro: Crunchy Black & DJ Paul]
Damn man a nigga pocket fucked up in this mother fucker
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! that's fucked up
A nigga need to find out how we go get some
Dead presidents or something man
You know what I'm sayin a nigga
Got to get straight around this mother fucker
Niggas got that mutha fuckin shit, don't wanna share it
Niggas we know you tight, mutha fucker you need to share that shit
Before a nigga break you off something
(Prophet mutha fuckin Entertainment)
You know what I'm saying, You know what I mean, a nigga go break you off
You need to share that shit, Motherfuckers fucked up round here
We go take care of that, something go have to get straight
Or something go have to go mother fucking sour nigga!
You know what I mean
A mother fucker go have to handle ya mother fucking ass
Nigga share that shit, A niggs know you on, A nigga know you tight
You better take care of ya boys dog
You know what I mean, A nigga go handle ya mutha fucking ass
With the mother fucking seriousness! BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Verse 1: Crunchy Black]
It's Crunchy Black the demon child, another mystery made
Another stang, Boo set it up, another nigga in his grave
I'm constantly scopin' out you niggas with that rival shit
You think I'm straight, bitch? I ain't straight, I'm out to get your shit!
My Smith & Wesson teaches lessons for you hard head ho's
To drop it off, you won't feel pain unless you don't do as told
But if you got ya fuckin' pistols and ya think you can beat
The Three 6 Mafia, nigga try ya luck and we'll see