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Beat Aint Jammin (Chuckie Freeze) · T'aint What You Do It's The Way That You Do It (Ella Fitzgerald) · Aint' No Easy Way (Black Rebel Motorcycle Club) · T'Aint No Big Thing But He Is... (Jimmy Reed) · T'Aint No Big Thing But He Is... (Jimmy Reed) · Mash Out Posse (M.O.P.) · Jugganauts: The Best of Insane Clown Posse (Insane Clown Posse) · Three 6 Mafia Presents: Hypnotize Camp Posse (Three 6 Mafia) · Three 6 Mafia Presents: Hypnotize Camp Posse [Clean] (Three 6 Mafia) · Ice T. & Posse (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 30 other albums »


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All this hype be surroundin me
And I heard that on the block that you was clowin me, sayin
You ain't my homie to be a cold day in hell
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
Urlin like fuck in my backseat
I made him buy five grams and clean up the mess, gee
Straight Hen-dog with no chaser
Fuck that beer, ain't nothin greater
In my throat, there's a lump, then I swallow it, I ain't no chump
Face of Death, then I cocked my pump
I'm a nigga on the trigger, madder than
disappear in smoke
And I'm tellin' you that it ain't no joke

Sick of politicians
Harassment and laws
All we do is get screwed up
By other people's flaws
zapco, alpine
Put the coke on the dash roll a dolla do a line
Pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3
Or the funky shit by the I.M.P
Now I'm high like a motherfucking jet
old magazine
New York sent a posse down like I ain't ever seen

Don't you think this outlaw bit's done got out of hand?
What started out to be a joke
see I ain't kiddin'
Both King and X they got ridda' both
A story untold, true, but unknown
Professor Griff knows,
"I ain't no toast"
And not
that?
We ain't got no damn salad man
Ah, well then what the hell do you have?
We got the Dogbeats
Oh yeah the Dogbeats huh?
Yup
Alright, then I'll take
like "Rambo"
Don't like riff-raff kick you in the left calf
I ain't a joke and no coke, buddy don't laugh
I'm serious, my intention is to overthrow
Professor Griff knows,
"I ain't no toast"
And not the braggin' or boastin' and plus
It ain't no secret why they're tappin' my phone, although
I can't keep
'm killin' MC's, 187 to your posse
You get the riddle? I ain't no joke
Pass me my riot pump, we finna get loc'ed

And when we do this, we want everybody
killer hoochie ride
They, niggas that murder
They slang ain't no bang
Out the palm tree, me and my nigga on the corner slangin' them things
I'm that
copy 'em
Skeesos in my posse always tell me that I'm rockin' 'em
Old school, new school, make no, never mind
Your foundation's just been undermine
Alpine
Put the coke on the dash roll a dollar do a line
Pump RBL maybe 1,2,3
Or the funky shit by the I.M.P.
Now I'm high like a motherfuckin jet
Fuck a 9
Proper ass amps ??? Alpine
Put the coke on the dash roll a dollar do a line
Pump RBL maybe 1,2,3
Or the funky shit by the I.M.P.
Now I'm high like
got no love in my heart
It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw
This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick
Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes
Now
[Freddie Foxxx] 

Yo check this out  all jokes aside 

Let's get busy 



[KRS One] 

Word! Blastmaster KRS One in the house 

Hah  everybody for
and get some of this
I teach and speak so when it’s spoke, it’s no joke
The voice of choice the place shakes with bass
Called one for the treble, the rhythm
a
40 40 cal i pull out my big pocket
(Prophet posse my nigga)
I grab you by your neck
I pull it out of socket
Rang range range
(Prophet posse my
get mad 'cause we won't flip-flop
'Cause RBL's just like a truck with no brakes, punk, it don't stop
Like Tony the Tiger you know our shit is like great
Slim see, but still I show skill
Words can brutalize without no mercy
Enemies wasting their last breath to curse me
I ain't Shaft with a hat
and get some of this
I teach and speak so when it’s spoke, it’s no joke
The voice of choice the place shakes with bass
Called one for the treble, the rhythm
Don't act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto
O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes
Now