These Clowns

"It breathes, it eats and it hates The only way to beat it, is to think like it" (*Talking*) At it again Hmm (Equipto) I surprise with the amazing, the fires a blazing Or suckas gon hate when I rise to the occasion You ran off with Tigga go hide in the Bassment Cause study your whole life just tryin to taste it We rap packed take over the stats and trophy Talk trash and really got a choice like Sophie So O.G. never caught livin the movie Wards real life, just "Being Myself", like Juve I'm full proof, chip tooth, slick like oil Can't chase me on the daily blow KC Royal From the Bay like G.P., like Floyd, "I'm sleepy" On your weak ass raps so leave me (Andre Nickatina) Breathe easy, my Tony Braxton the passion My lucky ass mind got me in the newest fashion Rap blastin, silver surfer on the glide My horse kick just like a Colt 45 Man all up in ya mind like a Cartier design And I'll be standin right behind when your credit card decline Get outta line, I spin a web like a spider Man hit the ice house in the middle yell, "Fire!" Man do it how you wanna man and take it how you gonna Cause all you gonna hear is, "No contest your honor" I live the life style of the wild crocidile Man pull you under water then I giggle when you drown Man it's nothin that the lawlal, take it with a frown My mugshot befor they took the picture had the smile Man holla at me now, four or five rounds Cuttin through the make up just to shake up these clowns (Equipto) Yeah, Queezy Matsui, blunts and fat doobies I'm itchy bon lowlout, spittin it like a loogie Straight gangsta boogie, from here to Tokyo No oke-doke, they comin up shorter than Little Romeo I keep it moving, Air Force from Italy If you know me from back I kept it crackin since little leauge I swing the bat and I love to sing and rap On the track and I be the one you point your finger at I'ma do it like a master, upgrade the stature See I'm the type to smirk, while you fully elapped her And you the type to snitch cause you fell that you have to Drop a dime like you was the illest fool in Nebraska Won't put it past ya, baby I'm on the level I get around and put it down like hot metal The West Coast hello bitch, I'm a rebel My brand new Jordans'll smash the gas pedal (Andre Nickatina) Gas pedal, blowin till the crack of dawn Man roll it up and look it did the baby then it's gone Have you ever seen a soul that was so priceless Man hangin out with ladies that be cold as ices The ammunition rippin through cats up in the cipher Man like seven day though milk man I make 'em all expire Hands up in the flame man and lust for the game And even if I'm cripple and I'm walkin with a cane Or sittin in a chair, it's like Fred Estere Man eatin on steak bake at the lions layer Think I'm about to fall man I can hear the call Man what's the spread if you talkin bout that football Like Nino did the cartah and yeah I said the cartah I came up in the game as a San Francisco starter Man this is for the father, I spit it like a round Cuttin through the make-up just to shake up these clowns "Yeah, that's it alright Bam you can dick it out but you couldn't show you can't take it no more Your through, well" "By the wet poisoning there was six bullets" (*gunshots*) "Oh thanks boys for the artillery"