Album Title: Forgotten Freshness Vol. 3(2001)
I choke hold up, aright, listen
(Nope, fuckin' go)
I stab you with an umbrella and then open it
(No)
'Cause I'm sick like a diseased Ethiopian
(That shit's wack)
Aright fuck that aright hold up aright, c'mon
(Wait a second, listen)
I'll peel your cap back with a cannonball
I buck them all, fuck them all
(Yeah)
We standin' tall
(Whoo)
Three 6 mafia
(Yes, yes)
Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid
(No)
We used to, we used to
We used to rob for them petty thangs
Like a gold chain
Or a mothafuckin' pinky ring now it's cocaine
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 lookin' with a migraine
While I catch a drain
And you know it's a fuckin' shame
When you in this game
Tryin' to sell to a sprung lane
I control your brain
Now, do my niggaz, bust glocks, fuck wit us, bitch see
It's the buckets of the four, bust a trick, make 'em bleed
Through his neck, through his back, nigga, cover them hoes
Ain't nuttin' else gonna be workin' when you twirkin' wit some pros
Automatic with the carrier, silence on the barrier
Hang them in the closet, kidnap the treasurer
Bandannas on our face from wildin' out like some cowboys
Hoe, we need the keys and I'm talkin' like, now boy
We be just another crazy clique, doin' 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 runnin' the streets with them calicos
All kinds of shit bitch you can't compete
We be just another crazy clique, doin' whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch I ain't gonna lie
Put your guards up
Show 'em who really runnin' the streets with them calicos
All kinds of shit bitch you can't compete
We the clique that don't play
Quick to rip your head off and hand it to violent J
