D.J. Paul - Just Anotha Crazy Clique lyrics

[Intro: Violent J/Shaggy 2 Dope] I choke you... nah, hold up Aight, listen...f**ing go I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it No! Cause I'm sick like a diseased Ethiopian That sh**'s wack...aight, f** that....aight, hold up....aight, c'mon... Wait a second, listen! I'll peel your cap back with a cannonball I buck 'em all f** 'em all We standing tall Three 6 Mafia, Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid [Verse 1: Juicy J] We used to--we used to-- We used to rob for them petty things Like a gold chain Or a motherf**in' pinky ring Now it's c**aine If you see me on the dope train I'm the dope man Cigarettes in my right hand Ready to make a stang Old folks scared of eye gain Out the window pane They be looking with a migraine While I catch a drain And you know it's a f**ing shame When you in this game Trying to sell to a sprung lane I control your brain [Verse 2: DJ Paul] To my n***as, bust Glocks, f** wit' us, b**h see It's the buckest of the four, bust a trick, make em' bleed Through his neck, through his back, n***a, cover them hoes Ain't nuttin' else gon' be workin' when you twirkin' wit' some pros Automatic with the carrier Silence on the barrier Hang them in the closet, kidnap the treasurer Bandanas on our face, wildin' out like some cowboys Ho, we need the keys and I'm talking like, now boy! [Hook: Gangsta Boo] We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, b**h, I ain't gon' lie Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos I'm causing sh** with ya, can't come close We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, b**h, I ain't gonna lie Put your guards up, show em' who really runnin' the streets with them Calicos I'm causing sh** with ya, can't come close [Verse 3: Monoxide Child] 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 the spree k**ing for free Without a conscience b**hes, we on a mission to bomb sh** 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 off in the caskets With no heads Monoxide, ruler of the dead [Verse 4: Jamie Madrox] 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 We just another crazy clique ICP, Twiztid, Triple Six All up in this b**h And we running sh** We doin' driveby's on all y'all with chainsaws Pure uncut, redefining rugged and raw [Hook] [Verse 5: Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope] Just another crazy clique to f** around and bury ya Taking care of ya We scarier Than malaria I walk around your neighborhood like Frankenstein Choking anybody I find I'm taking mine You mothaf**as can't get near it Cause you fear it Look at my gla** eye, I'm sick like Lou Gehrig I don't know judo, but I go KEE-YA! f** you up so bad, a wheelchair couldn't see ya Listen... (POP) Ya hear that, s*ut? That was me... pulling this dick out ya bu*t I'm a juggalo serial k**a, steady screaming, "f** y'all!" I stab b**hes with a chainsaw We walk around Compton and Watts beatin' scrubs up And right in Tim Dog's face we throw the dubs up We tearing clubs up, down south from the D Three Six y'all, Twiztid, and ICP [Hook]