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butcher you're body til you're useless
All you hating bitches need to be quiet
Clown Crue's in this bitch to start a riot
Tell Me, why am I like this?

Sheu0027s a plain Jane looking girl
Who watches as your leftovers leave her world
She didnu0027t take it personal 
Cause she knows sheu0027s trained

a safe I don’t fuck wit Banks
Can’t quit trap through the pain
Solid nigga so I can’t change
Strong in a drought til it rain
Uh
Niggas be clowns for real
I

Pop up like i'm Freddy Kruger , Right up in yo fucking sleep.
Paul Bearer , Dig his grave send him to hell nigga if he fuck with me.
Pop up like i'm

she fallin in love with the high & she not coming down


Send her the addy on the 12th floor hit me up when you close
Yea yea
She love the fact I be

Outlaw and I'm in my lane
Know I'm swervin' off the bourbon and the Mary Jane
Like a modern day Jesse James
You don't want no problems don't test the gang

engulfed us
As he looked out the window
He saw a clown walk by

Look at me right now I'm about to fall
Send us a postcard when you get there
Carl won

can't post a gun but don't think that bitch ain't round da way, on gang
Laughing stock I watch dem count me out well who da clown today, haa haa
I know

want is Mary Jane, just to get fly
Zaza with the dabs, when she wanna get high
50 on the eighth, but she barely getting by
Every time she smoke, you see

crown
Can't fix my frown
Don't make a sound
When I come around
To scared to talk
Always looking down
Paint my smile crusty clown
Send my enemies a hundred

I don't wanna be cheesy or to look
stupid like a clown or to
send my lovely tunes
to your ears to make you smile

So I'm gonna throw up some words

I been here on my own, I'm really in my zone Don't have a place to go, I wish I had a home
Nowhere to go, I feel all alone I'm dead and dead, don't

tryna send em we're the blade at
And butch I'm way to high got me feeling where my face at
Dummy I ain't puffin on a Newport
Told her I need three hours

nah beg friend wam tuh som gal clown
Dem ah carry feelings lik bitch
Whole time them ah fucking snitch
Bang bang bang send them inna ditch
Yh muh heart

to call me
Bad girls got permission to call me
Permission to call me
Bad girls got permission to call me

I'ma go all in
KD a young nigga ballin'
Good girl

G-Joint

Styles P

Time Is Money [Clean]

2006

this straight and fix your face.
I ain't gotta sell millions. I'm in the buildins
With poppy comin through with them bricks by eight.
Listen cocksucker

gon' lie, this a plain jane
This watch ain't got no diamonds, but I'm still gon' rock it, shine it
Master P, I'm bout it, bout it
If you tryna swim up in

Reeling in the dough and Jane
And still he numb, no novocaine
I fill my lungs and blow the pain, concealing guns to blow ya brains
Atilla Hun, he

uh, we got guts on the camera. 

"The Joker's Wild is brought to you by:" "Faygo!" 
Everybody sing! "Send ya' momma straight up to tha sto'! 
Tell

not a clown"
And she giggles a little more
You're in your house, i'm coming round
I'm quite hungry, order Chinese
Then we can have a night in
Kiss

Jane and jean jeckel been drivin' me psycho
They get the blood rushin' in a way that I like though
The way that I express it, ain't polite to write

and cop a loft (cop a loft)
I'm still the same young nigga dripping sauce (dripping sauce)
this ain't no plain jane bitch I'm dripping Voss (dripping Voss)

me, call me, call me

Remember when we use to catch the bus (all of us)
We would sit in the back by the windows
You would mess around, clown around

machine pon a idiot
Big fat machine pon a idiot
If a bwoy try test, then a mi dat
If a bwoy try test, then a mi dat

Send it up inna mi, it's alright