{Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]}
who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
[folks on the right.]
who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
[people on the left.](x4)
{Juicy J}
you know the time is tickin short, now im reachin for the vault
grab them clothes that match the night, and them things they call they aunt
yes a nigga know im quiet, if you don't talk they think your soft
but I be quick to pull and blast and leave your body full of chalk
never talk cause when you talk these hoes be all up in your biz
bring the word up where you livin, all the shit a nigga did
hoe I ain't dentin a fuckin dinner roll, your bodies in the trunk
cause shit some keys over seas, may the flour mix with funk
I call the police 911 ";Their's been a murder on my set.";
and when they pull up on my set, we pop them things and then we jet
on the low is how I keep it, if you want your blood to spill,
run your mouth off in the street, and pull your gun to shoot to kill
if you real if you realer than a motherfuckin gang
on the block is where you hang, throw them motherfuckin thangs
nigga drivin up the K. slangin rocks or pushin weight
ghetto nigga from the south, ain't no law that we cant break
{Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]}
who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
[folks on the right.]
who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
[people on the left.](x4)
who the crunkest(x7) in this motherfucker?
{DJ Paul}
what you know about goin out, headin out, ridin out, down south
findin DJ Paul with the gold and diamonds in his mouth
ridin in the Rover with the boys and the broads in the cars behind me
could you tell me how'd you find me
Rolex hangin up out the window shiny as hell
I must have gave myself away with my diamon