Too Crunk For The Game
[Intro: Chopped and screwed sample & (THD)]
I’m too crunk for the game! Crunk, crunk for the game!
I’m too crunk for the game! Crunk, crunk for the game, game!
I’m too crunk for the game! I’m too crunk for the game! Crunk, crunk for the game!
Crunk, crunk, crunk, crunk for the game!
I’m too crunk for the game! Crunk, crunk for the game!
I’m too crunk for the game! Crunk, crunk for the game, game!
Crunk for the game! I’m too crunk for the game! Crunk, crunk for the game!
Crunk, crunk, crunk, crunk, crunk for the game!
(What, what!? It’s Clifton! Clifton Boyz here with J-Formz, you heard? THD, okay, listen…)
[Chorus: J-Formz]
Where the fuck you from!?
Staten Island bе the name, and we too, wе too crunk for the game!
Where the fuck you at!?
N.Y. be the state, so kid get the fuck from round here if you fake!
Said where the fuck you from!?
Staten Island be the name, and we too, we too crunk for the game!
Said where the fuck you at!?
N.Y. be the state, so kid get the fuck from round here if you fake!
[Verse 1: J-Formz]
Don’t think that I’m from Staten and I’m choppin and screwin
I’m doin what I’m doin to prove I could make any music
I only got a couple goals when it comes to this album
It ain’t about sales, I can care less if a sucker go platinum
One of those goals is to kill every song when I’m rappin
The other is to feature every good rapper from Staten
I’m versatile, you could try and correct me if I’m wrong
But this album should prove I could make any type of song
Get in any type of trouble, spit it any type of flow
Master every type of hustle and get any type of dough
But when it comes to this rappin, these labels got it ass backwards
Cause over here in Staten, we be makin it happen
They say they need some shit for the radio
But I see cars ridin by, bumpin my shit on the daily, yo
Why don’t these labels fuckin sign us!? Cause they gotta be insane
So I’m just lettin them know that we too crunk for the game!
[Chorus: J-Formz]
[Verse 2: THD]
Where I’m from? Staten Island, but we call it Stackin Island
Where we ain’t rappin, lyin, when we say we packin climate
That climate’s heat, that’ll heat seek and find your peeps
Pop your peeps, have em lying deep, under the concrete
Nice karma, neat, oh yeah, and pardon me, forgot to tell y’all how I’m a G
Honestly, you can’t find nobody hard as me
Other niggas real as me is in the penitentiary
Doin time, while me? I’m holdin shit down in the streets
Yeah, I’m sickening when it comes to this piffery
Niggas can’t get with me, I’m the best in the century
Yes it’s me, THD, spittin lyrics majestically
Fixin hot rhymes, but can’t tell y’all the recipe
Staten Island niggas, yes, is the hottest niggas
After Shyheim and Wu-Tang, y’all must’ve forgot us niggas
But we bringin it back, makin them tracks
To basically say let us back in the game, cause we back!
[Chorus: J-Formz]
[Verse 3: Handsome]
This ain’t nothin new dude, I do what it do
Ain’t another rapper iller, all y’all niggas is dinner
Cause I’m a problem in the Bronx, Brooklyn, and Harlem
They mad I’m from Staten and I’m eatin, they starvin
My flow out of this world like Marvin The Martian
God, he’s a monster, keep talkin, I’ll stomp ya
I’m bringin the gang, Formz bringin the mafia
So, white or black, don’t matter, we bang choppers
So forget what you thought about S.I
Out here them tecks fly, spit rhymes and get fly
So if your bitch fine, fuck it, your bitch mine
So get mad and get tight, I’mma grip 9’s
Commit crimes, spit 6, and then rip spines
Now think about it: is a bitch worth your sis cryin?
Rap shit? Easy! The gat shit? Easier!
Get clapped with the bars or blaster with the eagle! Chump…
[Chorus: J-Formz]
[Outro: Chopped and screwed sample & (Clifton Boyz)]
I’m too crunk for the game! Crunk, crunk for the game!
I’m too crunk for the game! Crunk, crunk for the game, game!
Crunk for the game! I’m too crunk for the game! Crunk, crunk for the game!
Crunk, crunk, crunk, crunk for the game!
I’m too crunk for the game!
(Clifton Boyz, Ghostown, J-Formz, my nigga CiG, what up!?)