I'm quotin' Take a good look 'cause you'll neva a see another of me Might be sum otha G's tryina trace and color me But I believe in the ways of old When I
I'll die, that's how I like it Everybody jumps to the juggalo sound Fuck outta here if you ain't down with the clown I scream! I make towers shatter
long can a girl stay haunted by you? Soon I'll grow up and I won't even flinch at your name Soon I'll grow up and I won't even flinch at your name Where
Wu-Tang, and I got Killa Bees (Respect) Black Wall Mafia, new millennium Genevieves Got a million dollars say LeBron don't win a ring (Word?) I know Kobe, I
books, nigga I'm not an MC, I'm not a G I mean I'm A to fuckin' Z and everything in between Rappers like gangbangin' 'cos I'm in it to the fullest And
run and go and get triggers And blaim it on these West Coast 7 figure niggas Just because we made it real, niggas got the deal I hope blood ain't got
up thug?) I keep my blood niggas, my blood niggas (What up blood?) Spend it all, I ain't no cheap ass nigga (Nope) I'm always gonna ride 'cuz I'ma weeks
And when it come to squalie, we strangers Plus, I keep my thug niggas, my thug niggas I keep my blood niggas, my blood niggas Spend it all, I aint
say howdy neighbor? I love you, mom and dad But if you're a stranger you must want something we have I know you don't like me, am I really that bad?
to door service Hand 'em and scream makes it more worth it Hold up I'm lying 'cause shit I'm gettin' money now So I drop fifty thou and take a trip
of them I see you there I'm blinded by the colors I see I take good care Of what belongs to me I hear your name Ringin' up and down the line I'm sayin
up, I get down Get up, I get down Yo, first I snatched the streets then I snatched the charts First I had they ear, now I have their heart Rappers came and went, I
innocent blood you have spilt On the steps of Notre Dame Frollo I am guiltless. She ran, I pursued. Archdeacon Now you would add this child's blood
I will force Rasaq Maybe comin' up a gutter unorthadox But that's how I live, I'm tryna get a porshe or box Durable roc's, and of course a glock, but
am I a crip or a blood? I am what I am and that's all I can stands I can't stands no more so i'ma scram Sell me a couple of ki's and buy a crib far
late But I'm not being fair 'Cause I chose to listen to that filthy mouth But I'd like to choose right Take all the things that I've said that he stole
I'd rather believe they never did I'd rather believe, I'd rather, I'd rather believe That there's hope for a kid And if he imitates the best I guess
And I be, that nigga I-K-E, and we know who you gonna play So sit back and be O.J. For now, we gonna plot and premeditate this murder I heard a nigga