Lyrics:
goin keep the bar high don't like no one touching it
Ayo I dance around for deal with devil
Murder instrumental like 2pac
I'm a freaking rebel
Hustle
on the block or locked by the cops
Or shot like Biggie Smalls and Tupac (rest in peace my niggas)
Run it I never fronted
I got my whole crews life
let the pistol smoke
Loyal members in a crew now down with the game
Selling nickels and dimes in sunshine or rain
What I had was bad from my shoes
let the pistol smoke
Loyal members in a crew now down with the game
Selling nickels and dimes in sunshine or rain
What I had was bad from my shoes
with brute force
I'm kickin' down the fuckin door
We live by the sword and die by the sword
Want my first whip a muscle car fuck that honda accord
Niggas get blasted an put in a casket
Ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when they fuck wit Yuk
Plus I got my own record label
SO WHAT THE FUCK IS UP!
to the realness from back in the past?
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
You know the routine, fast cars, rings get a crew seen
We
the hating
Mirrors see past the face and hearing mes exasperating
Killing everything in my paths the task the masters waiting
Drilling her from the back in
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
That just means that you've taken enough
We live in the time of the apocalypse
So my best advice is just to keep on popping shit
Have you ever had sex
EST to the YT53, coming live once again
Humans, humans tame animals, fall in love and act like animals
Some can't tame themselves, given a body yet
Cause in this world we live together but divided by a chalk line
You wanted to hear my life story well I told you
Maybe there's answers to my question in
(nowhere) anywhere they can go
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride
the streets, tried to give me dap
Andrew Cunanan ass niggas
My two cannons blast niggas, ass niggas
Got me fucked up in the game, get your shirt stained
Keep
Leaving us all to dust
I'm in my bag
I pledge the lead
As I reign supreme
Mfrs want me to bleed
They hate when you succeed
Cause We be kicking back
Making
hurt 'em up, move out, blow the spot
Round two, rounds flew (*shots*) in the parkin' lot
Niggas rallied up to see who got shot
Wait down G, my whole crew
chased us
Found clean mountain air and sunshine to save us
We'll build us a cabin and star dust a garden
cnd all the sins of our lives, I hope the good
Mhm, okay
I hear you
No
Yes
I'm your servant
I have the plan
And I'll give it to 'em
Like you told me to
Wanna live in my world you have
Gyal yuh instrumental
Body is mental
Gyal yuh so tremendous
Covered in stardust
Tru wi nah crawny
Bare gyal get horny
She wa spend the night
But Mi
are brothers all, sisters all
And we all have to share this spinning ball
But I live by your hand
I live wild in this land
As the night falls on us like
Lowkey high key I got big range
Movin in like Russia into Ukraine
Draco wit a switch I'm from the hood mayne
Blue tip shells 50rounds thru ya crew
tremendous pain, you get your frame inflamed
Crushed to dust, by the next man's clutch
It's Infamous you fucks, intense bad luck
Stand strong on our two
or "Lose Yourself" / and while the Bible Belt tools tryna screw themselves / Spend a lifetime or two in Ted Cruz's hell / that's burning flesh, cesspools
grade, no Reggie Miller, uh
iPhone one, pull up take it, uh
By iPhone two, get it with the crew
iPhone eight, niggas had the Drac' (dot-dot-dot)
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