My Clique

My clique dee'd up
Suckers dont wanna see us
My clique dee'd up
Everybody wanna be us
My clique dee'd up
Westside taught us G'z up
My clique dee'd up
Eastside taught us Peace up
My clique dee'd up
Suckers dont wanna see us
My clique dee'd up
Everybody wanna be us
My clique dee'd up
Northside taught us eat up
My clique dee'd up
Southside taught us be us

My squad bigger than a god, we live against tha odds
Middle finger to ya haters in tha barrel of ya trout
Who too hot for tha box, so I trail wit lock
Like government's in yo spot, Im hip to tha hop
Wit my universal I watch, I digest tha Pac
While sittin' on the block, peepin tha cops thru tha language of knocks
And secret of thoughts, I am ILLUMINATI
Cuz I sacfriced alot, tear drops til I close caskets on you suckers
Trying eat me like a maggot, Im 6 ft deep now ngga
Cuz Ima dead man walkin, mason talkin
Gangsta sparkin these flames, when Im barkin atchu lames
I aint here to entertain danes
I came to bring pain thru my insanity
Flaring up the flame like gravity
Im on my prince shyt, call it mastery
Im that bastard seed, smokin hella weed
And catchin felonies, while makin ngga see

My clique dee'd up
Suckers dont wanna us
My clique dee'd up
Everybody wanna be us
My clique dee'd up
Westside taught us G'z up
My clique dee'd up
Eastside taught us Peace up
My clique dee'd up
Suckers dont wanna see us
My clique dee'd up
Everybody wanna be us
My clique dee'd up
Northside taught us eat up
My clique dee'd up
Southside taught us be us

Im in all Black for tha Kodak
Ngga you should know that, all I spit is official shyt
You should call me throwback, bytches I dont see that
Hoes I can peep that, haters I can read that and Cracker boi
I kno this, watchin out for snakes nggas
You can call me lowjack, Ima rapperaholic that a ngga cant flow pass
Like Rick Ross Im speedin, like a moophead
Her knowledge gives me good brain, call it Moet
See me blowin Gonga, like a rasta head
An apple a day is what tha Doctor said, ion kno my pops
So I listen to what God said, give an enemy bread
It'll leadin em' to a wishin well, cross me again
Bon voyage is a wish to ya well, cuz tha clock dont tell
If it's heaven or hell, when you fuckin wit snails
So I move like a bail, when Im bondin whats Real

My clique dee'd up
Suckers dont wanna us
My clique dee'd up
Everybody wanna be us
My clique dee'd up
Westside taught us G'z up
My clique dee'd up
Eastside taught us Peace up
My clique dee'd up
Suckers dont wanna see us
My clique dee'd up
Everybody wanna be us
My clique dee'd up
Northside taught us eat up
My clique dee'd up
Southside taught us be us



Credits
Writer(s): Benny Stlouis
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