Just Another Crazy Clique Lyrics - ICP (Insane Clown Posse)

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(Intro-J and Shaggy)
I choke (nope) Hold up. Aight, listen. (Fucking go!)
I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it!
(Noo!)
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
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Like a gold chain
Or a mothafucking pinky ring
Now it's cocaine
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 our game
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


Now do 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, covered in holes
Ain't nuttin else gonna be workin when you twirkin wit some pros
Automatic weapon carrier
Silencer to bury ya
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 guns up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos
All kinds of shit bitch you cant compete
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 guns up, show em' who really runnin' the streets with them Calicos
All kinds of shit bitch you cant compete

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 a 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 up in the caskets
With no heads
Monoxide, runnin with 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 (Woop Woop)
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 guns up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos
All kinds of shit bitch you cant compete
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 guns up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos
All kinds of shit bitch you cant compete


Just another crazy clique to fuck around and bury ya
Taking care of ya
We scarier
Than malaria
I walk around your neighborhood like Frankenstien
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,(sluurrpp!) Ya hear that, slut?
That was me,pulling this dick out ya butt
I'm a juggalo serial killa, steady screaming FUCK YALL!
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 guns up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos
All kinds of shit bitch you cant compete
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 guns up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos
All kinds of shit bitch you cant compete



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