the riddles are calling Three more cards and the skies will be falling But don't take it from me, I'm just a clown Wicked clown, wicked town Juggalugagaluga
kill you, its written on you but who is writin - strucked by lightning pop - you gone changed, who planned it what planet? I taught I had it, damn it
s on then it's on, If you want it then come on If you want beef its right here, here, yeah, yeah If you want it come on, nigga just say what you want (
i love if you got dollas. yep, aint no stopin there, lets go lets go if you choppin brocilli. Let?s go If your sittin' at home talking to him on
bet that we criminal The thing inside of me keep on tellin' me when to go So I'ma keep reppin' the Midwest Choppers freakin' flows And I'm about to be up on
why should I holler on you? With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you Sss..sss... sick them rottweilers on you Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on
me Can you hang with me? Man claim strange with me dangerously Then tell me who you came to see Tech N9NE, Tech N9NE been on TV been on CD's Who been
These trauma's of life Leave me stuck in the daze Am I the outbreed Just because my mind state Take on the big leagues I'm dealin' with these headhunta's Don't give a damn
'm in yours. But if I'm not, Damn. Just another relationship in the frying pan (ssssss) I got it. Expand the plans seperate from the hatas (???) But if you ever in my town
as hell 'Cause K-Town niggas'll bomb on that ass like a stealth In the county of crooks, gangbangers, killers and slangers With judges be quick to hang us homies and strangers
to the floor Show them what is for Cause I go on [Chorus:] Go Saigon Get busy Yo... get busy Go get them Get busy Get get busy I used to walk up town
doesn't mean you have to treat me like a pig I'm standin' on my own I got to make it in that world I'm havin' thoughts of another nigga peepin' down on
to know (The rules and regulations) Blaow, pushin' numbers on the dial-tone Took a swig of my 40 but I forgot I had the cap still on Look to my left
Hall of famer, treated like a stranger Fuck that, another West Coast banger Who gives a fuck if they play it in Virginia Imma play it on Banker, play it on
they fakaz and fakaz fade, them pullin a gat on Mo Thug, but it ain't no suckaz this lunatic, where's tha ground, betta get gone, on tha dark, 'cause
is huh drop a little cheese on em. i see e on her i see me on her.Call yo friend a bitch ???? me hood and cash runnin 3 man weaves on her. You kno wat
man Through the tortures of the damned, of the damned If I only had an axe I?d sever the ties I?ve made with the world Maybe I can be a stranger in a strange