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Somethin to say stereo my scenario Boy I love to put a critic in critical Fools perade perade so full in the brain I started showin and blowin and showin up to the grade I don't play no games look around now clown throw down Dirt mounds were the corps is found After every show the critics call me a criminal Cuz the who I know, cuz of were I go Some interjections practice and colectin gets paid Play all day, you wanna check this Perhaps to inform me I'm a lyrical phantom Critic can't stand a canom mahanom To the ICP so we can skin they hide It's critic hunt season all them suckas die Then I sit in the shade with the jams I made Layed they get paid and get stired up like Kool-Aid Some get fed up, I won't let up They get shet up we met up and go head up Then I slam them asses and lyricaly Lyrical by suprise they then avaporize See them they don't understand a system in judicial The ICP is pullen tracks individualy So you can see for to me money Tryin some salery how can it be A pencil paper figure to conclusion And start usin a scratch to confusion SongtexteWhat do you get the shit or quit I'm singin it Bit by bit legit and hit critics are hatin it Critics can't stop me my music will always play I got somethin to say Somethin to say about America's murder town Here to prove that Detroit is the worst around On the streets, roamin population Word is heard it's raised across the nation Villians roamin on the avenues Third collins hear just the name of you 2 Much and 2 Dope you better hope to cope Nope ya boys hold and shook the rope to cope Ghetto Style are you worth his while He'll smielin and fielin put the boys in a pile Q-Tip legit shit you confetti Think he still havin a fit you fuckin hell streek Kid villian he's always willin To kick ya lazy motha fuckas to the motha fuckin ceilin Bad luck bro, cuz I snatched your change I looked at the plate and it said Made in spain So what did I do? I sold it down town If I'm a gang I'ma be the best around Tragety someone catch the beein me It wasn't me the fools got the jewlery Out of town let me remind you That I'ma find you Then I'ma grind you, spit find you Look at our crime tryin to find a solution I'll be introducin to and exacution Some try to tangle think they can mangle haha, I said we strangel I said it gets better, cuz it's the better and the better then the best Damn that was fresh Theres other things I see like inner city Delray When it comes to Detroit I got somethin to say Somethin to say about a motha fucka snitch now I'm sittin in jail Ain't that a bitch? A snitch is the type of guy that is very agravating Put me in jail with one you better segregate Before its too late before I dominate Snitches are bitches all of 'em I hate Yeah Violent J and I know you'll agree That the ICP will show no simpathy But make sympothy bitches aint shit to me But it's slick to be the rhyming of the synthany Snitches don't like us boys that are ghetto hard So I played there ass like a uno card Start fetchin don't even mention Whatever it was that we did to cause attention Sometime snitches don't even need to be there I know Violent J has a 9 millimeter I get busted they can't be trusted So I smear there asses like mustard Some try me and think they can find me I'm put up in jail, yo you know were I'll be If I see a snitch you gonna see the individual And my visibaly be unforgetable Murder is homocide brutaly died When they hook us what they saw they shoulda lied It's pay back time and paybacks are a bitch Thats what happend to a motha fuckin snitch On the scene of a crime, stay the hell away I got somethin to say Aus Songtexte Mania