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insane clown posse – who? lyrics

bring it
cell block, twin gats
full clip, foe foe, lil shank, bullet
jeremy, psychopathic rydas
nipples, tom dub
all up in that b*tch *ss
bubba dub, double a
stepdirt, jump steady, billy bill, tom k
mike e. clark, jason, dougie
psychopathic tell me
who got more hoes than us? (don’t n*body)
no, who rock more shows than us? (don’t n*body)
no, who got more bank than us? (don’t n*body)
no, who down with hoods in black trucks (f*ckin everybody)
back the f*ck up cause yall aint got sh*t
representin the street killas my whole clique
where the b*tch we run hoes for all they loot
and when my money aint right yo
believe we down to shoot
everyday what, different b*tch
and at least once a month, my whole enterage switch
hands down m*th*f*ckas case closed
psychopathic rydas got all the hoes
who got more hoes than us? (don’t n*body)
no, who rock more shows than us? (don’t n*body)
no, who got more bank than us? (don’t n*body)
no, who down with hoods in black trucks (f*ckin everybody)
everybody that’s down
that is me and full clip bring it to em
oooh whos dat?
clip from the rydas
dumpin out bystanders at the cops behind us
oooh whos dat?
your m*th*f*ckin killa
pull out my nine and blast you in your grill, yeah
oooh whos dat?
the winner of bread
put your face on the curb and kick the back of your head
oooh whos dat?
hatchet representin fool hood in a black truck
ryda till i die that’s what
i don’t give a f*ck how many caps they peel
f*ck they crew and all they m*th*f*ckin homeboys frontin like they real
i got the hollow tip bullets for that teflon vest
blow a hole the size of hubcaps dead in your chest
we aint afraid to make the hammer go c*ck
just to erase a couple of wack m*th*f*ckas off the block
leave you layin in a pine box with roses from your crew
pause for a second, check yourself, and ask who
who got more hoes than us? (don’t n*body)
no, who rock more shows than us? (don’t n*body)
no, who got more bank than us? (don’t n*body)
no, who down with hoods in black trucks (f*ckin everybody)
you saw the show
say i didn’t rock it
ima jab a stick in your eye socket
im through tryin to prove myself all the time
im the m*th*f*ckin sh*t bottom line
f*ck dis tryin to impress yall
ill wear a half shirt and walk a fat b*tch through the mall
sh*t i don’t pick and choose my freaks
ill f*ck a crackhead with warts on her b*tt cheeks
and i’d still be the sh*t like that
f*ckin yokozuna aint livin this fat baby what
aint n*body bad like us
25 drunk ryda dawgs in the tour bus
who down with hoods in black trucks? (f*ckin everybody)


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