Lyrics:
on a respirator
Depending on a generator, to keep his heart moving
And start losing sight in his right eye
In weeks he might die
Verse Two: Raekwon
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few
Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! about to take you way back! way back that is, to Vernor!
Posse, yeah!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope in the home away from home
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! About to take you way back! Way back that is, to vernor!
Posse, Yeah!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope
In the home away from home
In
friends and my crew
Makes it definitely special (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Now there's no Shiny Happy People in the crew we play the rough
I got
army
I went, from a joint to a nickle to a dime
then a half to a Z now its P's all the time
most of my crew was high in high school
and failed, but got
then it's suicide yeah
16 bad woop and they all by the poolside
I like the way I'm feeling now
No come use your Reggae spoil my blues and rhythm now
doors then it's suicide yeah
16 bad woop and they all by the poolside
I like the way I'm feeling now
No come use your Reggae spoil my blues
all a cop thought of
We live stool pigeons smokin in salt water *pigeon*
Only my lord and our crew know what happened to him
His family prayin 'cause
friends and my crew
Makes it definitely special (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Now there's no Shiny Happy People in the crew we play the rough
I got
at the concerts
[Baatin]
One, two, the whole world is
Tick tock, tick tock
You live by the clock but I move faster
Niggas is sleeping 'cause they thinking
I like to hit live deep, keep fam tight tight
Keep the vocal strictly any joint, it's right
Let me fly
Ease back, the g's back with the r
Sun is in,
different cliques and crews to belong to
All identified by the music they drawn to
Check the status of your apparatus and then go
Nowaday, it ain't that
to the next level down
Looking like a circus clown
Cats like you can't even get a pound
Worldwide from the river to lakeside
My stage show stay live, make
My crew in the front got it locked
My live niggas in the back got the gats
Yo, we true to this black
4-4 likes to pour one to the dome, lubricate
[Chorus]
The struggle lives hard times, we do or die
My whole crews fly hands high to the sky
So maintain son elevate try to build
But now you're
Like, make the name up for the crew
Might call it Witter Pop! (Naw, nigga that's wack)
Yeah you right, yo did you find a studio?
(Yeah I came across two
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes shaitan got me by the pressure
a notch or two or watch my crew murder ya
Yo hold the phone, tone niggas like That's raps are prone
To dissasemble members only who think they're grown
slicker than your sista'.
Turn down the lights she got hit by the vicksta.
Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.
Better have your joint
they can send me a few of yours
And by a few I mean way more than two
You can times that by twenty and tell 'em to come through
And watch them get
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
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