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INSANE CLOWN POSSE lyrics - Terror Wheel

The Smog

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No, you ain't getting none, bitch. This shit costs money. Oh, hey. Hey, kiddies. How are you like the ride thus far? Blah. Excellent. This next one is about that shit that comes out of the sewers and pipes and chokes your neck. It's called the Smog. Ahahahaha! The smog is coming... Aw shit, here it comes, creeping through the cracks The nooks, the crannies, hittin' smack It's filling up my head, I gotta get it out I got me a plan to get the shit out Pulled out an ice pick to pick the bitch up Smackin it, pushin it in my ear, fuck Lord, oh please, what's happenin' to me? It's the poisonous air from the smoke stacks, G Seaping in my head, fuckin' up my brain Driving me crazy, nuts, insane Sewer slut, G, greasy slime I'm always bucking with father time Cuz he's my motherfucking enemy number one Try to potcher up my life by fillin up my lungs The shit you call air, but I call it death Cuz it makes me choke and lose my breath My toes begin to curl, my fingers start to fold Got drool on my lips and my body's gettin' cold Don't know what to do, so now I start to panic But it's too late, I'm dead, the smog got me, fuck it The smog is coming... Another cloudy, it's raining, but not water It's raining oil out the sky, I think I outta Make a run but I slipped on an oil slick I can't move, I think I broke my fuckin' neck It's no surprise, I'm laying there paralyzed Looking up into the sky helped me realize About us, the clouds form a devil's face It must be a mirror image of the human race Oh shit, here it comes, the deadly smog I can tell by the howl of the stray dog The air is calm, the streets are so still When the smog creeps out the pipes for a kill Broken neck, I'm chilling cuz I'm a goner I can see the smog creepin around the corner I lay still and hope it doesn't notice me Oh shit shit, fuck fuck, shit, G Looking up, just to see it's deadly jaws I think I, I think I, I think I shit my drawers But it's okay, the smog left me alone So I lay and watch the clouds turn into stone They come crashing down over Del Ray One even landed on your homeboy Violent J And I'm dead, crushed me in a split second So if I'm dead, what the fuck am I doing on this record? The smog is here The smog is coming... Thoughts in my head (of a clown)... Thoughts in my head A dead body laying in his house For three weeks Until his neighbors Complain about the smell Didn't he have anybody To know he was dead A serial killer Decided to kill himself Before he actually killed someone else Was that good? Thoughts in my head An ocean of blood And with the bombs dropping It causes tidal waves Tidal waves that paint the town red Red Everybody's dead Thoughts in my head Of mothers and fathers Look at me And I can feel the hatred in their eyes And it's cold Their children Are nothing but them in the future Except it Thoughts in my head When sitting on her porch Bald headed From a disease she fought from the air The air that we breathe The air we breathe is fucked up It's fucked up Thoughts in my head All people wanna kill me But you can't kill me Cuz if you kill me I'll be back to kill you I will do it again Thoughts in my head A sixteen year-old little fuckin punk Sitting in his classroom Drawing a gang sign on a folder He lives in Birmingham Hills What the fuck do you know about love? Thoughts in my head People despise me and hate me And they don't know me I hate you too So it's all good It's all good Thoughts in my head This society That is so fucked up That is so evil That if somebody prays They get made fun of They get laughed at But it's not gonna be funny They won't be laughing When the bombs drop And the town is red Thoughts in my head...

Verbal Suicide

EMINEM
Hey Slim, U want a pill 2 pop eh slim u listening 2 me GODDAMMIT Hi how big is ure fanny can i fit a whole Grammy inside and hide 2 fists for days girl i know these questions are gay but i jus gotta know before i let this big dick flow turning up to a show and i dont know who the fucks playing or wot it is theyre sayin all i know is this uzis for spraying on S Club Juniors and i would rather have tumours all over my brain or get hit by cars, trucks, and trains than listen to this shit! and if u dont like this track then u can skip (eminem) The Feds are cuming but i cant be assed running im so weeded that i cant stop mumbling I feel like im constantly tumbling Jus because ure royal doesent mean that can rumble remember always be loyal to people that treat u the same cause theyll have ure back when ve jus got beat up and ure in pain FUCK THAT SHIT IM DISSIN EVEYBODY! Fuck this Beat Fuck ure Song Fuck this Life Its goin on to long

Gang Bangin Ass Criminal

Daz Dillinger "Retaliation Revenge And Get Back"
[Daz Dillinger] Yeah, Daz Dillinger I'm gonna take you into some gangsta shit What y'all niggas don't even know about And now you ?feels? to know about, what we call Gangsta Rap But this is for the niggas who was down from day one Love to hear, love to hear you motherfuckers I advise all you ghetto livin', struggling from day to day, tryin' to flip a figure dollar devil up inside a bag of weed, a fresh pair of khakis and take a bitch to the groovy ass niggas To get your money man, get paid These motherfuckers are cut off welfare How are we go eat if we don't cheat These (?) bitch to me made the game out of young black niggas lives Striking us out from left to right With no motherfucking one in sight Fuck that!! Sell your dope Get your jack on, get your sack on, put your rag on and get your motherfucking thang on, niggas Cause it's on God dammit it's on Now what the hell you bout to go youngster [The Gang (Tray Deee, Ty Cuzz, Bad A$$, Technique)] Go ride nigga Bout to go get the homies nigga, right now [Daz] Oh yeah motherfucker it's on [The Gang] Ay come on Bad A$$ let's do it nigga, it's on now nigga Ay ay nigga What's up nigga (What's up) Ay nigga Nigga the homie called, the big shot today nigga (Word) Nigga you were ment to meet him today nigga (Man I take my baby inside today man) What's up Nigga Nigga, Ay, We can't realy talk right now tough nigga (Alright) But uh, it's going down later on 9-30 nigga The big man hoe nigga Be there nigga Yeah [Bad A$$ ]What's up Daz Dillinger [Daz] Shit, Bad A$$, tryin' to keep it realer than real, man Least half these punk ass.... motherfucking niggas around here bullshittin' The big spot nigga, ain't clockin' no dollar. [BA] Man I'm trying to have Man I ain't trying to go for shit [DD] Man you know my glock is hot (Eastside) Verse One: [Kurupt Tha Kingpin] I'm coming through your zone late night, shit Dogg Pound Gangsta to flame the light shit Cause I hold on, I'm 20 feet tall The biggest walkin' bill fuck around to get killed Get shoot Don't try to sneak a peak in my book (?Home at hose?) , overdose the thoughts when he look The forbidden The hittin' zone that I'm hitting Don't play with my intelligence nigga as the heat (?slittin'?) (?) So I only got two choices; loc me the blasin' bomb Vietnam I bring the pain rains no (?) Execution style is the shells from the heat veal Down to the ground like the rest of the dummies Just what the fuck you thinkin' try to play with my money It's nothing but the Dogg Pound Gangstas Mashes, verbal disasters, 38 stashes Verse Two: [Tray Deee] I arise in disguise to surprise that ass What you thought you caught me short I might ride to blast With the canna We let the shit all up in your nuts When niggas droppin', they stop with the plan they plots Got to stop for my gate With (?) of break Marked niggas caught in, they try to win and get sprayed Rip the gates Go flip the page to chapter three First groove, they fools can't come after me I mash to free, styles of catastrophe Ask for G A nigga best to answer me My rip long as the beach that I represent Dead nigga with my stare not to step to this Verse Three: [Daz Dillinger] Now o yeah Tray Deee I mean I see the whole plot Be on alert, niggas shot Anywhere under that nigga caught So drop the microphone on my own I shown to blown Away for these MC's with the sludge of a chrome I take the fang Down on my own lyrical name When the sees are changed , when the storms and hurricanes Wide strand Spittin' rhymes, the beats so precise (?) skatin' on mics like ice Twice in the day I get drunk, (?) of plastic bags Sack in the truck because the rhyme as claim I shit buck like the doctor Coming through Bouncin' with the droptop Like gangstas chillin on the block Nah, we ain't worry for shit Got escape doors like Capone Whit chick your dick on my clip Forty-fives and nives Three-eighties and automatics Sniveling, coming through for you when your boys with some stats I got to have eleven to thrill of the drama Enthusing me to gets my norm with the slaughter Ought to be known as Daz Dillinger For the shit that I known for A Dogg Pound criminal Verse Four: [Soopafly] Now if the spot's hot I hit the switch make the topdrop Don't stop It's Soopafly with the sho shot Won't stop I got ya whole shit to Look and listen I rendition the rhymes with precision You can't face Amaze me a place like a saddle It's Dogg Pound Ganstas (?) like a shadow I never met a motherfucker who can make you stick I never met a motherfucker who can feel my clique You serve, you'll make the twitch like a nerve You'll try to step to my wild style seperve Adjective the verve Action pack with the words I'll make it stop The jaws drop and observe I sold the block for Crook, Daz, Style and Tray Deee We be coming with the shit That be the bomb baby And ain't a Dogg Pound Gangsta will knock you to the flow Either you stupid as fuck or just don't know Verse Five: [Bad A$$] Now I know you, know you, stupid as fuck Cock, bust like a sawed off punk, double barrel on 'em Black gambinos at casinos Get De Niro on 'em If I want 'em I go get 'em If I gotta shot a nine Twice, that's what I rhyme like My clip ain't empty Do try to test the ridah Nativity simply Bust, I lead inside ya Find ya Fear them, frightened for your life With your last few Live with hot live from gunblast Outlaws, outcast Low life, south last Long Beach niggas blast Yeah the b-side is right The most, the coast The west, the best We damn bitches Sippin', hittin' switches Dippin' hittin' robbin' niggas Itchy fingers on triggers Itty, bitty niggas Ready for war We kick down your door Draw eatin' Lay everybody down on the floor Verse Six: [Technique] The same thing, different place With snakes, cowards and strong grown Robbery cases, niggas faces On paperchase It was seen, it was written It ain't forbidden For homies to be splittin' Disagree, no one was hitten Known with the curls The many obstacles Impressions to the feet from gettin' served Growing up is rough Your name Here's the streets it gets tough You can (?) and (?) Then I guess you had enough Over (?) It ain't coincidental that I be distorted And my manual Minds Is for seein', so I watch Bodies and plots Win the plots Call the shots for your nuts Nigga grips That's why I (?) my dippin' progress Cause why is all we tryin' to defeat the progress I just ain't the one mystic to hit Young Jonesy sees Who I got a mission to hit And constantly flips scripts Outta wall with balls fast talkin' And quick draws How the problem is solved I want it all (I want it all) But it's movin' to slow I'm out to blow I don't know which way to go, was on the right path I thought Without doin' a dirty word about getting caught ( getting caught echoes)

In California

Daz Dillinger "Retaliation Revenge And Get Back"
[Featuring Tray Deee Ty Cuzz Bad A$$ Technique Soopafly Kurupt] [Daz Dillinger] Yeah Daz Dillinger I'm gonna take you into some gangsta shit What y'all niggas don't even know about And now you ?feels? to know about what we call Gangsta Rap But this is for the niggas who was down from day one Love to hear love to hear you motherfuckers I advise all you ghetto livin', struggling from day to day, tryin' to flip a figure dollar devil up inside a bag of weed, a fresh pair of khakis and take a bitch to the groovy ass niggas To get your money man, get paid These motherfuckers are cut off welfare How are we go eat if we don't cheat These (?) bitch to me made the game out of young black niggas lives Striking us out from left to right With no motherfucking one in sight Fuck that!! Sell your dope Get your jack on, get your sack on, put your rag on and get your motherfucking thang on, niggas Cause it's on God dammit it's on Now what the hell you bout to go youngster [The Gang (Tray Deee, Ty Cuzz, Bad A$$, Technique)] Go ride nigga Bout to go get the homies nigga, right now [Daz] Oh yeah motherfucker it's on [The Gang] Ay come on Bad A$$ let's do it nigga, it's on now nigga Ay ay nigga What's up nigga (What's up) Ay nigga Nigga the homie called, the big shot today nigga (Word) Nigga you were ment to meet him today nigga (Man I take my baby inside today man) What's up Nigga Nigga, Ay, We can't realy talk right now tough nigga (Alright) But uh, it's going down later on 9-30 nigga The big man hoe nigga Be there nigga Yeah [Bad A$$ ]What's up Daz Dillinger [Daz] Shit, Bad A$$, tryin' to keep it realer than real, man Least half these punk ass.... motherfucking niggas around here bullshittin' The big spot nigga, ain't clockin' no dollar. [BA] Man I'm trying to have Man I ain't trying to go for shit [DD] Man you know my glock is hot (Eastside) Verse One: [Kurupt Tha Kingpin] I'm coming through your zone late night, shit Dogg Pound Gangsta to flame the light shit Cause I hold on, I'm 20 feet tall The biggest walkin' bill fuck around to get killed Get shoot Don't try to sneak a peak in my book (?Home at hose?) , overdose the thoughts when he look The forbidden The hittin' zone that I'm hitting Don't play with my intelligence nigga as the heat (?slittin'?) (?) So I only got two choices; loc me the blasin' bomb Vietnam I bring the pain rains no (?) Execution style is the shells from the heat veal Down to the ground like the rest of the dummies Just what the fuck you thinkin' try to play with my money It's nothing but the Dogg Pound Gangstas Mashes, verbal disasters, 38 stashes Verse Two: [Tray Deee] I arise in disguise to surprise that ass What you thought you caught me short I might ride to blast With the canna We let the shit all up in your nuts When niggas droppin', they stop with the plan they plots Got to stop for my gate With (?) of break Marked niggas caught in, they try to win and get sprayed Rip the gates Go flip the page to chapter three First groove, they fools can't come after me I mash to free, styles of catastrophe Ask for G A nigga best to answer me My rip long as the beach that I represent Dead nigga with my stare not to step to this Verse Three: [Daz Dillinger] Now o yeah Tray Deee I mean I see the whole plot Be on alert, niggas shot Anywhere under that nigga caught So drop the microphone on my own I shown to blown Away for these MC's with the sludge of a chrome I take the fang Down on my own lyrical name When the sees are changed , when the storms and hurricanes Wide strand Spittin' rhymes, the beats so precise (?) skatin' on mics like ice Twice in the day I get drunk, (?) of plastic bags Sack in the truck because the rhyme as claim I shit buck like the doctor Coming through Bouncin' with the droptop Like gangstas chillin on the block Nah, we ain't worry for shit Got escape doors like Capone Whit chick your dick on my clip Forty-fives and nives Three-eighties and automatics Sniveling, coming through for you when your boys with some stats I got to have eleven to thrill of the drama Enthusing me to gets my norm with the slaughter Ought to be known as Daz Dillinger For the shit that I known for A Dogg Pound criminal Verse Four: [Soopafly] Now if the spot's hot I hit the switch make the topdrop Don't stop It's Soopafly with the sho shot Won't stop I got ya whole shit to Look and listen I rendition the rhymes with precision You can't face Amaze me a place like a saddle It's Dogg Pound Ganstas (?) like a shadow I never met a motherfucker who can make you stick I never met a motherfucker who can feel my clique You serve, you'll make the twitch like a nerve You'll try to step to my wild style seperve Adjective the verve Action pack with the words I'll make it stop The jaws drop and observe I sold the block for Crook, Daz, Style and Tray Deee We be coming with the shit That be the bomb baby And ain't a Dogg Pound Gangsta will knock you to the flow Either you stupid as fuck or just don't know Verse Five: [Bad A$$] Now I know you, know you, stupid as fuck Cock, bust like a sawed off punk, double barrel on 'em Black gambinos at casinos Get De Niro on 'em If I want 'em I go get 'em If I gotta shot a nine Twice, that's what I rhyme like My clip ain't empty Do try to test the ridah Nativity simply Bust, I lead inside ya Find ya Fear them, frightened for your life With your last few Live with hot live from gunblast Outlaws, outcast Low life, south last Long Beach niggas blast Yeah the b-side is right The most, the coast The west, the best We damn bitches Sippin', hittin' switches Dippin' hittin' robbin' niggas Itchy fingers on triggers Itty, bitty niggas Ready for war We kick down your door Draw eatin' Lay everybody down on the floor Verse Six: [Technique] The same thing, different place With snakes, cowards and strong grown Robbery cases, niggas faces On paperchase It was seen, it was written It ain't forbidden For homies to be splittin' Disagree, no one was hitten Known with the curls The many obstacles Impressions to the feet from gettin' served Growing up is rough Your name Here's the streets it gets tough You can (?) and (?) Then I guess you had enough Over (?) It ain't coincidental that I be distorted And my manual Minds Is for seein', so I watch Bodies and plots Win the plots Call the shots for your nuts Nigga grips That's why I (?) my dippin' progress Cause why is all we tryin' to defeat the progress I just ain't the one mystic to hit Young Jonesy sees Who I got a mission to hit And constantly flips scripts Outta wall with balls fast talkin' And quick draws How the problem is solved I want it all (I want it all) But it's movin' to slow I'm out to blow I don't know which way to go, was on the right path I thought Without doin' a dirty word about getting caught ( getting caught echoes)

Baby Mama Drama

Daz Dillinger "Retaliation Revenge And Get Back"
[Featuring Tray Deee Ty Cuzz Bad A$$ Technique Soopafly Kurupt] [Daz Dillinger] Yeah Daz Dillinger I'm gonna take you into some gangsta shit What y'all niggas don't even know about And now you ?feels? to know about what we call Gangsta Rap But this is for the niggas who was down from day one Love to hear love to hear you motherfuckers I advise all you ghetto livin', struggling from day to day, tryin' to flip a figure dollar devil up inside a bag of weed, a fresh pair of khakis and take a bitch to the groovy ass niggas To get your money man, get paid These motherfuckers are cut off welfare How are we go eat if we don't cheat These (?) bitch to me made the game out of young black niggas lives Striking us out from left to right With no motherfucking one in sight Fuck that!! Sell your dope Get your jack on, get your sack on, put your rag on and get your motherfucking thang on, niggas Cause it's on God dammit it's on Now what the hell you bout to go youngster [The Gang (Tray Deee, Ty Cuzz, Bad A$$, Technique)] Go ride nigga Bout to go get the homies nigga, right now [Daz] Oh yeah motherfucker it's on [The Gang] Ay come on Bad A$$ let's do it nigga, it's on now nigga Ay ay nigga What's up nigga (What's up) Ay nigga Nigga the homie called, the big shot today nigga (Word) Nigga you were ment to meet him today nigga (Man I take my baby inside today man) What's up Nigga Nigga, Ay, We can't realy talk right now tough nigga (Alright) But uh, it's going down later on 9-30 nigga The big man hoe nigga Be there nigga Yeah [Bad A$$ ]What's up Daz Dillinger [Daz] Shit, Bad A$$, tryin' to keep it realer than real, man Least half these punk ass.... motherfucking niggas around here bullshittin' The big spot nigga, ain't clockin' no dollar. [BA] Man I'm trying to have Man I ain't trying to go for shit [DD] Man you know my glock is hot (Eastside) Verse One: [Kurupt Tha Kingpin] I'm coming through your zone late night, shit Dogg Pound Gangsta to flame the light shit Cause I hold on, I'm 20 feet tall The biggest walkin' bill fuck around to get killed Get shoot Don't try to sneak a peak in my book (?Home at hose?) , overdose the thoughts when he look The forbidden The hittin' zone that I'm hitting Don't play with my intelligence nigga as the heat (?slittin'?) (?) So I only got two choices; loc me the blasin' bomb Vietnam I bring the pain rains no (?) Execution style is the shells from the heat veal Down to the ground like the rest of the dummies Just what the fuck you thinkin' try to play with my money It's nothing but the Dogg Pound Gangstas Mashes, verbal disasters, 38 stashes Verse Two: [Tray Deee] I arise in disguise to surprise that ass What you thought you caught me short I might ride to blast With the canna We let the shit all up in your nuts When niggas droppin', they stop with the plan they plots Got to stop for my gate With (?) of break Marked niggas caught in, they try to win and get sprayed Rip the gates Go flip the page to chapter three First groove, they fools can't come after me I mash to free, styles of catastrophe Ask for G A nigga best to answer me My rip long as the beach that I represent Dead nigga with my stare not to step to this Verse Three: [Daz Dillinger] Now o yeah Tray Deee I mean I see the whole plot Be on alert, niggas shot Anywhere under that nigga caught So drop the microphone on my own I shown to blown Away for these MC's with the sludge of a chrome I take the fang Down on my own lyrical name When the sees are changed , when the storms and hurricanes Wide strand Spittin' rhymes, the beats so precise (?) skatin' on mics like ice Twice in the day I get drunk, (?) of plastic bags Sack in the truck because the rhyme as claim I shit buck like the doctor Coming through Bouncin' with the droptop Like gangstas chillin on the block Nah, we ain't worry for shit Got escape doors like Capone Whit chick your dick on my clip Forty-fives and nives Three-eighties and automatics Sniveling, coming through for you when your boys with some stats I got to have eleven to thrill of the drama Enthusing me to gets my norm with the slaughter Ought to be known as Daz Dillinger For the shit that I known for A Dogg Pound criminal Verse Four: [Soopafly] Now if the spot's hot I hit the switch make the topdrop Don't stop It's Soopafly with the sho shot Won't stop I got ya whole shit to Look and listen I rendition the rhymes with precision You can't face Amaze me a place like a saddle It's Dogg Pound Ganstas (?) like a shadow I never met a motherfucker who can make you stick I never met a motherfucker who can feel my clique You serve, you'll make the twitch like a nerve You'll try to step to my wild style seperve Adjective the verve Action pack with the words I'll make it stop The jaws drop and observe I sold the block for Crook, Daz, Style and Tray Deee We be coming with the shit That be the bomb baby And ain't a Dogg Pound Gangsta will knock you to the flow Either you stupid as fuck or just don't know Verse Five: [Bad A$$] Now I know you, know you, stupid as fuck Cock, bust like a sawed off punk, double barrel on 'em Black gambinos at casinos Get De Niro on 'em If I want 'em I go get 'em If I gotta shot a nine Twice, that's what I rhyme like My clip ain't empty Do try to test the ridah Nativity simply Bust, I lead inside ya Find ya Fear them, frightened for your life With your last few Live with hot live from gunblast Outlaws, outcast Low life, south last Long Beach niggas blast Yeah the b-side is right The most, the coast The west, the best We damn bitches Sippin', hittin' switches Dippin' hittin' robbin' niggas Itchy fingers on triggers Itty, bitty niggas Ready for war We kick down your door Draw eatin' Lay everybody down on the floor Verse Six: [Technique] The same thing, different place With snakes, cowards and strong grown Robbery cases, niggas faces On paperchase It was seen, it was written It ain't forbidden For homies to be splittin' Disagree, no one was hitten Known with the curls The many obstacles Impressions to the feet from gettin' served Growing up is rough Your name Here's the streets it gets tough You can (?) and (?) Then I guess you had enough Over (?) It ain't coincidental that I be distorted And my manual Minds Is for seein', so I watch Bodies and plots Win the plots Call the shots for your nuts Nigga grips That's why I (?) my dippin' progress Cause why is all we tryin' to defeat the progress I just ain't the one mystic to hit Young Jonesy sees Who I got a mission to hit And constantly flips scripts Outta wall with balls fast talkin' And quick draws How the problem is solved I want it all (I want it all) But it's movin' to slow I'm out to blow I don't know which way to go, was on the right path I thought Without doin' a dirty word about getting caught ( getting caught echoes)

Show 'em

BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY "BTNHResurrection"
Bizzy Bone/Layzie Bone Krayzie Bone: Shit, who Bone Thugs? Hell yeah Bone Thugs Man them niggas broke up a long time ago Nigga what the fuck you talking bout? Mmm huu. Shit Nigga I'll tell you one thing Ain't nothing like that buddah lova bomb shit baby You right about that shit right there You know, Is that right? Heh heh Nigga you gotta be kidding me What? Nigga give me a drink! Here nigga, here some Hennessy Man, them niggas can't be dying Bone Thugs Negro Don't know where you are? It can't be over! It ain't over with nigga, what you talkin' bout? Nigga gimme a drink. And tha haters can't stand it. They can't believe it. Bone Thugs~N~Harmony Ha ha ha, goddamn right nigga! Ruthless Records. What, What Rest in peace Little Eazy Godfather. Ooh-eee Better call the police! Bone Thugs~N~Harmony, 2000 muthafuckas! Our Father who Art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name Bizzy Bone: Will they prostitute me? (2x) Stay under surveillance Get out tha county, this nigga ain't got all my fuckin' jewelry Local niggas, got me fucked up Bone Thugs bitch Runnin' and we thuggin' it up Look at a creepin' on ah come up Ooooh, we don't wanna murda ya, and it's so mysterious How many niggas wanna kill us will they run up? Come kill me hater, murder with the ak. Play our, play our C Town, all the way through T Town. Northcoast keep goin. Ready for the Midwest invasion y'all niggas keep growin but know that I know we was saken fuck shit some niggas can't take it, respect that. But we poets and if you don't squash it, fuck some rap shit. I be on some many mack your ass attack shit. Ready to back that. Now who rollin? Bone Krayzie Bone: Krayzie up in this muthafucka Nigga I'm rollin', and ain't leavin' this muthafucka untill somebody dead! And even though we know niggas bust back. Big bullets givin' muthafuckas heart attacks. Unload Tat-tat-tat-tat! Krayzie Bone never did roll with no hoes, Hell naw we lettin' muthafuckas know. Everybody on the floor! And this aint no goddamn joke! Nigga, break yourself or get broke! All I want is the money my cash flow and I'm leaving on the first thing smoking out to Cleveland We gotta get even. Even if it means I got to stop a muthafucka from breathin. And I'm waitin' for niggas to plot to rob me. Nigga that can explain the reason you fucked up, bleedin. Never forgot about guns, never forgot how to load em never forgot how to shoot em. Always a thug nigga what? Fuck it, let's shoot up the club. If any of you niggas get pumped thinkin' you thug and you jump, nigga, you goin' get stomped. And we goin' shut this whole thang down Going out with a big bang, pow! And that's how the thugs do it You know we get down and dirty Nigga, you know the story, don't make me, boil me Let's get ready for war Last year we was humble, nigga, this year we heartless So, any nigga that want static come meet us outside in the Yard, bitch! Layzie Bone: It's a hell of a job, when you marry the mob I put a ring on my finger and say goodbye to my kids Never ever will I be a legal citizen collectin' my dividends til the law ends, flossin Rollin in my Benz I go against the grain see, we ain't go change I take an eye for a eye Either thug or you die, and I ain't goin cry. Rock a bye bye, nigga, die-die Got a grudge against the judge tryin' to lock up my thugs wanna see us fall short Fuck it, I'ma blow up the court and show 鈥榚m no remorse. Hit 'em up with the C4, backdoor Nigga, let Stack go I'ma attack with rap and show the crooked ass law no love Better let dogs loose Got him, hold him up and on top of that, these niggas fuckin' with cuz All the real niggas in the streets with heat If you really got beef, then buck it, fuck it Nigga get disgusted, commit that 187 in public If you runnin' for your life In hot pursuit and you got to shoot to stay free, scream, Murda on the government, take me No surrender, no retreat Might as well say, Fuck this rappin', what's happenin? Layzie goin out blastin I'm smashin on any muthafucka who be thinkin they gon get they ass off without gettin' a little action. I crept and I came, down for my thang, man. It's a different game. Muthafuckas out callin' my name, but I'ma keep it the same Figured I changed, nigga, fuck the fame It ain't no mystery about mine Same little nigga from the double nine Everytime, I keeps it real with shit you can feel, still to the glock glock Wish Bone: Aw yeah, I'ma hit 'em with the murda mo. See 'em, better let it go Bet they gon' run, run. Nine millimeter plus I got a nigga beat or when it ain't enough I got my shotgun Now, how many niggas wanna roll with me? Y'all say you real, then we'll see Will you ride for me? Will you die for me? If I pop somebody, straight up lie for me? There he go, now slowly approach start buckin' but baby, no kills Hit him low, we gotta get money so fuck it just show him what's real Cause it's all about money, money, yeah Don't get in my way Fuckin' with my money cause that could surely get you killed Better find somebody to play with 'cause I really ain't out to play bitch Serious 'bout mine 'cause you're runnin' out of time and talkin' that shit'll get you touched, bitch Now you know that we ain't into that rappin back and forth on no song Shit, like we ain't got nothin' else to talk about but you on that hoe shit There go Cleveland lets get it over with Flesh n Bone: Get the fuck outta my way They say they move down and side to side I beg to part your stupid ass clean out my path nigga, when the bullet blow! One bullet for this silly muthfucka! Your bloodbath, baby livin' in the day that made me sick in tha head So crazy, interrogation So many haters aggravate, so I convey and toss grenades You niggas wanna be the T H U G? Please, like me but can't see me Bend and roll like a fuckin hog Muthafuck, 5th Dawg is definitely too damned greedy, sleazy So many hoes screamin, bitch, skeeze me Tease my nuts, get up on the thug stroll darlin Stack my dollars up to the ceiling Nigga, with a mob and creepin through the neighborhood robbin damn It's a man on the roof with a gun, better run It's your chance Runnin through servin a dum dum to you I'm a unique Bone Thug man Stop wonderin' why did he leave that bloody, dead body gone The nigga thought he could fuck with mine but you'll never find no others more like my kind You heard my niggas willin' to get down and dirty I don't give a fuck! See the villian trudgin, nigga, peelin slugs! A muthafucka here to show you who the realest thugs and that's us the original thugstas Subliminal criminal way to kill an individual Bone clone niggas that thinkin' that they invincible but not a real I'm here to let you know, for sure, hoes! Yeah niggas Bone back in the house once again bringin ya'll niggas that real shit! Lil Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, and that nigga Flesh! Wanna say what's up to all them real ass niggas out there feelin this thug shit and fuck all y'all player hatin ass clonin ass, wannabe Eazy-E Bone Thug Mo Thug ass niggas! We told ya'll niggas this shit was eternal eternal, eternal, eternal, eternal, eternal'..

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