clique

As for me, icy gleaming pinkie diamond ring

We bes the baddest clique up on the scene

Ain't you getting bored with these fake - broads?

(Take money) ha-ha

First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim

Westside when we ride, come equipped with game

A rebel until my death, it's in my flesh, it's in my vessels

Fuck the clique you're with, I'm finna fuck the bitch you're next to

Fuck a metrosexual, suck a dick, I'm disrespectful

Red bottom MJ, moonwalk on a bitch

Moonwalkin' through your clique

I'm moonwalkin' in the 6

Shawty, yeen nothin' to a rich - (nothin'), I'll put a check on a, I'll put a check on a (brrt)

-ck your whole set and your clique, -, got a gang full of dud and some broke - (dud)

Diamonds on me, what's the price? (Price), I'm not gettin' involved with the hype (hype)

The queens in the front and the Doms in the back

Ain't taking no flicks, but the whole clique snapped

There's a whole lot of people in the house

You can tell by how I roll

'Cause my clique hard and my cup cold

My tongue slurred 'cause I'm so throwed

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat, call your clique

Squeeze your clip, hit the right one

All up in my face, you not from the clique

Give me space, we might rob the shit

Look where it led, now I'ma put it to bed

She a Barbie bitch with her Barbie clique (grrah)

I keep draggin' her, so she bald a bit (hey)

Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again

And I remember when you came to the clique

I had already made my name in the clique

Put your hood up

Put your clique up

Put your clique up

This that dark house party with this record blasting

Rolling spliffs, clique beside me, fingers Liberace

When I seen this - in Venice, Tommy and some -

Big hoops and maroon lips

My clique hopping in my Maserati (this is how we-)

Santa Barbara-chic at La Super Rica

Polk County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne

Whole clique appetite's had tapeworms

Spinning Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my J burns

What is up with this? Tell the truth, who you with?

How would you like it if I came over with my clique?

Don't try to change it now, say you gotta bounce

And the dope boys hollering "What's happening?" kid running in

The cliques start dancing and the broads start choosing

And the cars been parked but the rims keep moving

Check it

Look back, I sift through all the cliques

Roaming the halls all year, making me sick

Reach for my dog for his shit, get dicey

Shinin' now, you no seen a clique get icy

Watchin' my step, tryna look just like me

If you really wanna know, I'll give you my procedure

Got a whole bunch of pretty gang in my clique

And we lookin' for some ballers, alopecia

I got that shit on my hip, on my waist with my rod

I got that shit on my clique, I put that shit all on my broad

I send a blitz at your clique and put a hit on your squad

That bullshit you on'll get you shot down

Here's a few cliques that you shouldn't play with

G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot down

Freaks coming out at night and they gettin' X rated

Four shots now she wanna do the clique

Any more shots she ain't gon' remember shit

Ooh, she hit the splits, she know how to party

When I'm with my clique, we know how to party

How to party, yeah, we know how to party

And what I need from em? No favors

Clique too big, bread? gotta break it

Cause these others lowkey with the snaking faking

Homicide on the scene, three niggas pronounced smoked

The HotBoy did that, that clique there ain't no joke

We don't carry choppers for decoration, nigga

Cash register goes "click"

You can't fuck with my clique (cli-cli-click)

Strut my stuff on the strip

Then we go through the strip hanging up out the whip

Dumping clips off at they whole clique, mane (clique, mane)

When witnesses around they know how we get down

Carti' for mines so the shiniest wrist

49ers we the grimiest clique (nines)

Got no trouble tryna find me a bitch (never)

Had it all, now it's repossessed

Can't feed the clique cutting bad checks

Time to learn boy, that cash rules

I'm next level, so legit with all my

Clique, clique, clique, yeah

I'm next level, so legit with all my

It don't stop, and uh, it don't quit for the

Tha Dogg Pound clique to drop the cavi' dope shit

Diggity-Daz out of the motherfuckin' cut once mo'

Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit list

Banana niggas need to split, quit fucking with this thorough Atlanta clique

This here is Slum Lordz, we make your terrific shit tragic

It's mine, so I know you gon' let me spend it

My clique made it known, we 'bout havin' things

Sport diamonds, so I know you gon' let us bling

Clique

GothBoi

Betcha ya flinch, when Proof shoot up they coup

And waste your whole clique

I represent intellectual violence

And leave your clique holier than the Ten Commandments

Like Redman, I shift with the ruck

Wickedness, pitchin' this

Lyrical viciousness to crews and cliques

Made of men and mistresses

Diamonds on my fist, got 'em wantin' to cut my wrist off (brr)

Ballin' with the clique (ball), it's Super Bowl, it's kickoff (go)

Gucci to the kicks, so you should watch your bitch, dawg (wop)

Yo, this song will never be on the radio

Even if my clique were to pick and the people were to vote

It's the few, the proud, and the emotional

Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Supermen clique

Brooklyn's Finest, you rewind this

The clip got a whole lot of a 30

I got my clique and they represent this

Like a nigga wearin' jerseys

It's the sickest

I don't ever clique up

But they know who the clique is

I'm sippin' Act', and that shit real deal, do you want some?

Same ones tryin' to run with the clique

Be the same ones throwing salt on the clique

Told him, "In my time," just so you know I ain't lyin'

I bought my whole clique, some new Rollies

Alone, never lonely