lyrics
[Intro]
Oh shit, caught that nigga alone
Ain't that a bitch
Hey, uh, this one here is, uhh
for them niggaz that be Johnny Dangerous when they be fuckin fifty deep
But they be fuckin cowards when they by theyselves
You know who I'm talkin about
[Chorus]
Ain't nobody fuckin with my
clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody sellin like my motherfuckin'
clique, clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fuckin with my
clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
when all this bad bitches - they wanna see a, they wanna see a, they wanna see a
[1st verse - 2Pac]
im sippin tanqueray & juice don't give a fuck about tomorrow
baaad bitches heeey make me wanna holla
they know i wanna dollars
they know i wanna bitch
too many problems on my own cause imma hopeless thug
im sippin hennessey hangin with my ballin cats
remember me ain't nobody callin back
you can throw a middle finger to the snakes and faces
like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's
where the fuck is all your friends? fuck em
fuck friendz money gone
94 i'm even worse than before
it's gettin' rough collect calls from my niggas in court
we used to ball now just living's enough
[Chorus]
[2nd verse - Storm]
Who's to blame for my mind frame,
tryin' to lead this money game,
got me feinin' for riches wantin' to kill for a case of fame...
recurrin' dreams of illess ends, front page magazines,
livin' life like a thug queen...
but instead, I'm having nightmares,
they call 'em Outlaw preminitions of premeditated missions...
livin' conditions suspecious, so they got me on a hit list,
wishin' that I was flip
now what ya don't know is I got .16 point holla,
thugged out female Boss shot-calla...
now what you gonna do?..
where yo busta ass crew?..
when my niggas come for you...
[Chorus]
[3rd verse - Young Noble]
Like Yak said, how the fuck you gonna shoot me rocks
When you got the Outlaw 'Pac shittin ya box
You was lookin real weak walkin down the street
Now a nigga thirty deep, oh you wanna beef
Talk cheap, shoot a nigga the fair one
Your homies like fuck it, what's this you the only scared one
(faggot aas) Damn son, close call I bet
Now down around the way you gets no respect
They like that Outlaw nigga played you out
We could have took it to the firfth I would I have laid you out
niggaz be actin all different when they dogs come around
Watch em act like bitches when Outlawz draw down
They all clown, better yet they all stunned
You the type to have a gun and never blazed it once
Get y'all banana split, you ain't Emmanuel
Outlawz you'll never forget
Makaveli the Don get a call y'all
Turnin these streets into Vietnam
Where your homeboys?
[Outro]
Ain't nobody fuckin with my
clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody sellin like my motherfuckin'
clique, clique, clique, clique, clique, cliqueAin't nobody fuckin with my
clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody sellin like my motherfuckin'
clique, clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fuckin with my
clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
when all this bad bitches - they wanna see a, they wanna see a, they wanna see a, they wanna see a nigga buried
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