Lyrics:
your first born child'll come out
With a colostomy bag as the afterbirth
I don't give a fuck
Nigga, I'll show up to Beyonce's show posin' as Jay Z
with my whole clique
Everybody listen in to witness, Tech's whirlwind
In the club with MGK, thick sex twirlin'
Fought to the top, never did stop, now
up
Bitch I'm with the art gang, don't think so we paint you up
Them niggas ain't with us, them niggas lame as fuck
Bitch we the Black Disciples so our
Fuck out the way
Fuck out the way
Bitch!
They used to call us block boys we had dope & packs by the pound
They used to call us dog out? Might've had ya
light up this cone
One hit, straight to the dome
That's my clique, you can't fuck with us on my soul
Get my mom out the bottom, that's all I know
Quick
yeah y'all better run
Cause we coming with the guns
And you a silly duck
Yeah, said we don't give a fuck
If you mess with us, you already screwed up
the niggas with a problem-made nigga
We done solve 'em 'cause, bitch we'll squash 'em
Don't know me, fuck you when you got beef
But you also got to clone
styles 'cause fly styles so mystic bitch
The pimpin' mack is kickin' with the click that's known as Triple 6
Don't bar no lemon busta niggas we don't
number one clique here
If you represent us, throw them diamonds up, yeah
Now let's be clear, I ain't goin' nowhere
Now that you know, holla at your boy
bitch the steel clique I bill with menaces
Ya number one nemesis paragraphical like Genesis
[2Pac]
Stupid muthafuckas Outlaw Immortal Bitch
Dogg
[Baby {talking}]
I got that work
(For sure)
I got that work, nigga
Hustle - death if you hustle with us
(I'll front ya, boy)
'Cause I'ma put that
type of oppression is getting delt round here
We don't play around with opposition
Me and my clique 10 toes
Winning souls for the Kingdom
Runnin out
up?
I walk with a clique, what's up?
If you see my ass lippin', I'm walkin' with cliques and sticks, I keep that shit tucked
Yeah, I fuck with that
down, lay it down
Fuck nigga lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
Fuck nigga lay it down
I will lay it down, Boosie don't be playin' around
Boosie ain't
givin' flowers to niggas I'm better than
Me versus everybody, nigga, it is what I said it is
And you know I'm gang related, let us in
I came with my
ROLL WITH NO1 NO1 ELSE
BOY THATS THE CLIQUE
THIS IS MORE THAN MUSIC
MORE THAN A GANG MORE THAN A CREW
THEY KNOW WE DO THIS
I KNOW I DON’T FIT IN
WHAT DO
penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah
Here to get it, told my niggas they need get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple
penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah
Here to get it, told my niggas they need get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple
penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah
Here to get it, told my niggas they need get the hell
Down with the dirt, and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple
(Heuheuheuheuheu)
(Go sit down and drink your beer)
(What if I don't?)
(Then I'd have to put my beer down)
Haha, yuhh
John Wayne tryna kill me with
They don't give a fuck about us
Uh
They don't give a fuck about us
Catch me sliding through the city
With my hand down my pants
I'm not feeling
another thug killed
Move with the mass appeal, the blast still
With the Cash Money clique, No Limits and no frills
Mad 'cause your ho feeling P. Sunzini
up[01:02.53]Back with my niggas, fasho, had to reup[01:04.27]Slide through the city with tint, can't see us[01:05.84]Gotta be careful, they just wanna be
Shawty still popin’ it
Who the fuck you rockin’ with
Bitch I’m taking off
Don’t need a plane
Ain’t noone stopin’ it
Yeah we stay hella lit
Tryna roll with
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