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sponsered by Nike
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
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
of your mind, my love, my life
Are the words you try to find, my love, my life
But I know I don't posses you
So go away, God bless you
You are still my
Deficiency Syndrome, tombstone
From the graveyard shift, RBL's Mister see
One love, to Rapping Ron and Plan B	
Victims of the trigger 
Po' out a little
peace to my nigga, 
(Mr. Cee), 
Can't fuck wit this, 
Park my hog, fuck wit OG dogs, 
Smoke LG despite the spook stories niggaz tell me, 
They lungs
Oh, this has been my longest day
Sitting here close to you
Knowing that maybe tonight we're trough  

Like an image passing by, my love, my life
head as the beat plays
Yo, the ICP has got the Dogbeast
Inner City Posse and were playin for keeps
And I know you likin' this funk
'cause I can hear my
This is the summer of malcontent
This is the winter of your mind

By 2001
Also Sprach Zarathustra
It pays to talk to no one
Europa, faction
that while rollin in a ride at the same time
Listen to the bassline
By T.C.
And my nigga named Black see
Poem like d-o-p-e
Sayin fresh rhymes for the RBL
Prophet Posse nigga, who up in this motherfucker?

{Lord Infamous: talking}
You got Lord Infamous Da Scarecrow Kaiser Sosate

{MC Mack: talking}
Yeah yeah
Fuck you, fuck you, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccck yooooooooou  
(repeats throughout the song)

By this time I see y'all I say
the bullets start bustin'

First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
And we're starting this party from dusk

Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're, like Oh my!
You ain't got to tell me why you're
be on on my block
We poppin a cop with a Glock
Even them young niggas givin shots
We gives a fuck about a copper, gettin our propers
By burnin cops
Ta dow, ya heard me, ugh
We motherfuckin' West Coast bound motherfucker
It's on and bangin' down here, this the real deal
Get down, y'all better
a chin
And after this muthafucka I'll come again

yeah and it don't stop
Yeah and it don't quit
Dre dog is in the house
Fuck that muthafuckin bullshit
harder on yourself, son"
I know this shit by heart, I'm too clever
"Have you ever been arrested before?"
"Nope, never"
DA reject all over his face
You see,
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
up dust
It's on till the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk

Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre

They see that low rider go by
featuring Freddie Foxxx 

[KRS One] * voice echoing* 

Think you dope? Want this title? 

Then you better come step up or step OFF!
is kind of insane
I Scarecrow with mystical styles
Niggas are getting buck wild
Look at my dirty fouls
Bodies are stacked up by pounds
You want to fuck
How the fuck you think I ever got this far?
By bootin' motherfuckers like a shootin' star
'Cause I'm out to show, that I'm a dope MC
Think crack had
is, is a bottle of hair bleach and vodka!
Well just think about slim I'm here!
Just hit me back and let me know what's up ?
Fuck this mirror! Ah!
the hell I do, you don't like how I'm livin

Well fuck you!
This is a gang, and I'm in it
My man dre will fuck you up in a minute
With a right left,
fuckin around.
The posse's rollin tonight, nigga are you down?"
I grabbed my AK, my 16, and my baby Mac
Strapped on my vest, and threw the 9 in