Just Another Crazy Clique - Icp (insane Clown Posse)



I choke....nope, nah, hold up.

Aight, listen....Fucking go!!



I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it!

(Nooo!!)

Cause I'm sick like a diseased Etheopian!!

(That shit's wack...aight, fuck that....aight, hold up....aight, c'mon....WAIT A SECOND!! LISTEN!!)

I'll peel your cap back with a cannonball

I buck them all

Fuck them all

(Yeah!)

We standing tall

(Whooooo!!)

Three 6 Mafia!! (Yes!! Yes!!) Insane Clown Posse and

Twiztid... (Noooo!!)



We used to--we used to--

We used to rob for them petty thangs

Like a gold chain

Or a mothafucking pinky ring

Now it's gold cane

If you see me on the dope train

I'm the dope man

Cigarettes in my right hand

Ready to make a stand

Old folks scared of eye gain

Out the window pane

They be looking with a migraine

While I catch a drain

And you know it's a fucking shame

When you in this game

Trying to sell to a sprung lane

I control your brain



To my niggaz, bust glocks, fuck wit' us, bitch see

It's the buckest of the four, bust a trick, make em' bleed

Through his neck, through his back, nigga, cover them hoes

Ain't nuttin' else gon' be workin' when you twirkin' wit' some pros

Automatic with the carrier

Silence on the barrier

Hang them in the closet, kidnap the treasurer

Bandanas on our face from wilding out like some cowboys

Hoe, we need the keys and I'm talking like, now boy!



We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by

When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie

Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos

I'm causi



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