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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Paul
Vocals
Gangsta Boo
Vocals
Jamie Madrox
Vocals
Joseph Bruce
Vocals
Juicy J
Vocals
Monoxide
Vocals
Shaggy 2 Dope
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Jamie Madrox
Songwriter
Joseph Francis Bruce
Songwriter
Joseph Utsler
Songwriter
Lola Mitchell
Songwriter
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter
Paul Methric
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
Producer
Juicy J
Producer
Lil Pat
Mixing Engineer
Kevin Nix
Mastering Engineer
Larry Nix
Mastering Engineer
Kurt Clayton
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
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 causing shit with ya, can't come close
We be just another crazy clique, doing 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
I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close
We the clique that don't play
Quick to rip your head off and hand it to Violent J
And bury it away
I'm on the spree
Killing for free
Without a conscience
Bitches, we on a mission to bomb shit
Twiztid, ICP, with the Triple Six clique
Hoes that pop lip
Can eat a dick
Or get your neck slit
I'm having these memory lapses
Of bodies off in the caskets
With no heads
Monoxide, ruler of the dead
We 50-deep on the lawn
With the Psychopathic leathers on
You say it's on
So come bring it on
We getting crunk at your funerals
Treat us like we criminals
We juggalo individuals
We just another crazy clique
ICP, Twiztid, Triple Six
All up in this bitch
And we running shit
We doing driveby's on all y'all with chainsaws
Pure uncut, redefining rugged and raw
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos
I'll causing shit with ya, can't come close
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos
I'll causing shit with ya, can't come close
Just another crazy clique to fuck around and bury ya
Taking care of ya
We scarier
Than malaria
I walk around your neighborhood like Frankenstein
Choking anybody I find
I'm taking mine
You mothafuckas can't get near it
Cause you fear it
Look at my glass eye, I'm sick like Lou Gerigh
I dunno judo, but I go KEE-YA!!!
Fuck you up so bad, a wheelchair couldn't see ya
Listen...(slllllooooppppp!!)
Ya hear that, slut?
That was me... pulling this dick out ya butt
I'm a juggalo serial killa, steady screaming, "fuck y'all!!"
I stab bitches with a chainsaw
We walk around Compton and Watts beat scrubs up
And right into thugs face, I throw the dubs up
We tearing clubs up, down south from the D
Three Six y'all, Twiztid, and ICP
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos
I'll causing shit with ya, can't come close
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos
I'll causing shit with ya, can't come close
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul D. Beauregard, Joseph Bruce, Joseph Ustler, Paul Duane Beauregard
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