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Blaze Ya Dead Homie
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Juggalo Anthem
G's up, ridin' from the cradle to the casket And beyond, recognize thug shit Poundin' out the trunk bitch Runnin' wit' a motherfuckin' hatchet
You haters, you suck dick was a thug, became a G B to the L to the A, Z, E, still dead Still don't give a fuck Sportin' all black khakis with the motherfuckin' cuffs up
Smokin' Hella trees, tryin' to make a couple G's So a thug can get back on his feet Mean muggin', steady thuggin' And I'm tryin' to find the hoodrat's all about fuckin'
Still loked out All my dawgs from the past, dead or smoked out Still tryin' to come up on a lick for a fat ass ride So I can drop the top, and parlay through the east side
Niggas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch Niggas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch
Niggas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch Niggas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch
Bitches freeze, you ain't a thug or a G or a banga You's a studio gangsta You ain't about shit, scared to pull the trigga That's what we call, a real bitch nigga
Sneekin' through the hood, throwin' up a set Hangin' out the window, yellin' idol threats Check this out, I'm a check your chin Close your mouth, 'fore I put the barrel in
Dumpin' clips in yo' ass is what I'm all about Straight G from the clique on a paper route Still slappin' off fake bitches with the Louiville Beat a nigga' to the pavement, another bitch killed
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Niggas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch Niggas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch
This is the battle for the planets, we bring the thunder Givin' half the advantage, fuck a style and a status Half of y'all hummin' off a half ass deal And got the nerve to tell a mother fucker, 'Keep it real'
We see through y'all fools, like cellophane on the square pack You bite our shit, you can keep it, we don't want it back We don't give a fuck, east side for life And if you ain't got heart, don't expect to have your shit tight
There ain't no room for the hoe-hearted We give a fuck where you at, or who you wit', or how you got started Fuck you and everybody in yo' clique If you don't run wit' a hatchet, or claim the Psychopathic
I ain't got time, to say no names It's only 8 rhymes, no holla', we been in the game Besides fuck it, no speakin' your name, you're just a bitch in the game And y'all niggas gone' always be the same
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Niggas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch Niggas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch
Niggas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch Niggas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch
Niggas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch Niggas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch
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