trying to be involved in your cool scene so i'm asking you now my friend are you really sure that you are mr.know-it-all leading member of the clan
pieces of proof with a reason to shoot And a liecense to ill We lost Bugz and i'll be damed if we loose another man from our clan Without forcing our
built your rhyme from my sess tree Faggots, homos, yo, my flavor liver than a dobo Stay militant kid, push it like bolo You fucking idiot, playing with my Clan
broke, all seen, done it Words from the heavy set If I don't eat, then we already met Fly ass bro, liver than coke [Meth] Now what Clan you know wit
balls one time while I unwind, now I'm bustin' your ass counter clockwise, I get dumb, but dumber, Why your vision blurred? For all the losers [Menace Clan
the streets Huggin' the block, sellin' rocks, gettin' major heat and niggaz hatin' And you ain't stop to think about niggaz runnin' their mouth Niggaz snitched
got all of these rappers sayin they movin bricks They whole cliques switch with boob and tits If you're - truly bitch, then they'll - usually snitch In
was packing a mack in back of the Acura I was dealing in them buildings, it wasn't no cameras The witness savages, snitching was hazardous, now it isin
laughter after which bring them tears I seen it comin' and knew it was a plot Legislation had a plan to kill hip hop I got wind from a snitch, I kept
them laughter after which bring them tears I seen it comin' and knew it was a plot Legislation had a plan to kill hip hop I got wind from a snitch I
dip, every deal you done dealt And every crib you done built, with no muthafuckin' guilt Yep, back in the days It wasn't none a this Ya couldn't pay a bitch to snitch
comes the gay, buck sprays and A.K. retaliates in a major way! We're in the land where it's banned from man Clan for clan, where simple mistake, you
your vine from my stress tree Faggots, homos, yo, my flavor liver than a dobo Stay militant kid, twist ya like bolo You fucking idiot, playing with my Clan
(Big L) Yo, check it Yo, I got slugs for snitches No love for bitches Puttin thugs in ditches When my trigger finger itches I got a rep that make police
t give a damn how many shows he doing man I bring beef outside the club like biggity boot that man And that's 32 chambers less than the Wu-Tang Clan,
broke, all seen, done it Words from the heavy set If I don't eat, then we already met Fly ass bro, liver than coke Now what Clan you know wit lines
[intro - gangsta boo] Yo, yo... what the fuck's goin' on With all you undercover-ass playa haters All motha-fuckin' snitch My nigga t. rock shit What
