Get F****d Up (Radio Edit) [Remastered 2024]

We Bringing It Back Baby!

Iconz! "Street Money", y'all ready?

c'mon!

(Chorus:)

If you smoke that wanna now

In this bitch hit you all wit a clown

Got a drink that you can't put down?

Wanna fight, when itall go down?

Get crunked up, (get crunked up)

Get crunked up, (get crunked up)

Get crunked up, (get crunked up)

Get crunked up, (get crunked up)

Verse 1

(Chapta)

Hater who? Look at all the hits we do

committee bless cats with tracks I'm finessin the raps

You got a hundred dolla better, best invest in chaps

Some labels spend and waste a mill, CD's still on the rack

I got a, clique of playas strapped ready for war

We prefer to ball and get bomb neck from yours

You know it's, on playa when my clique pour liquor

Others shinin too, but our ice look bigga

Out the truck, 'dallion hangin, bangin my uhn

Perfect cuts'll blind your sight, I'm just too much

Playas heads will feel the rush when they turn me up

Women Peaches will turn to lust when my clique come up

Iconz, playa we supposed to shine

Yo forget X and Coke, we gon' blow your mine

We got some shit for that ass if you step out of line

Then when committee take control, y'all gon' fall behind

(Chorus:)

If you smoke that wanna now

In this bitch hit you all wit a clown

Got a drink that you can't put down?

Wanna fight, when itall go down?

Get crunked up, (get crunked up)

Get crunked up, (get crunked up)

Get crunked up, (get crunked up)

Get crunked up, (get crunked up)

Verse 2

(Starr)

Yo get crunked up, stay crunked up

Roll to the club in a Navigator truck

Buy out the bar like I don't give a what...

who you know out there stay Fendied up

(Lil Kim)

Everybody talk fly, but ain't got no plane

See me at the front row at the Knick's game

--smoking blunts, I take bones to the brain (BLOAW!)

--- I got a good-ass aim

Nobody get rich without me, now or never!

Whatever, you --- need to get it together

Iconz, Queen Bee, so respect the game

This ish right here man off the chain

I'm just a fly girl

Always rocking thongs with the see-through stockings

Gators with the Lizzies

Burners for the dead beats (WHA?!)

 Yeah we comin for all, comin for y'all

That's right, I got something for y'all

What you drinkin'? Me? I'm drunk off Bacardi

Oh ish, let's crunk up the party

From New York on the way to Miami

Everybody get fd up, break it down now, (BLOAW!)

(Chorus)

If you smoke that wanna now

In the club hit you all wanna clown

Got a drink that you can't put down?

Wanna fight, when it all go down?

Get crunked up, (get crunked up)

Get crunked up, (get crunked up)

Get crunked up, (get crunked up)

Get crunked up, (get crunked up)

(Chorus)

Get crunked up, ( crunked up)

Get crunked up, ( crunked up)

Get crunked up, ( crunked up)

Get crunked up, ( crunked up)

Iconz, committee baby, get crunked up

Get tow up

Get Crunked Up

Let's go

get crunked up

Fo sho

get crunked up

Uh hun ( get crunked up)

Yo c'mon (get crunked up)

Crunked Up (What)

Crunked Up (What)

We Got next

We Got next

To Come on

Street money

Iconz

The committee

Get Crunked Up

Sreet money what

The Committee what

Where ya at

Get crunked up