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 St Louis
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