Rush Ya Clique
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โฑ๏ธ 4:29 duration
๐ ID: 5432400
๐ Lyrics
[Chorus: Pace Won]
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outs in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outs in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outs in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outs in the area tearing things up
[Az-Izz]
Yo, I'm finally convinced my kindness and innocence
Is a crime in a sense, climbing a fence
Diagonally bent, dying in agony in a magically event
Outs in a fear of family presents
Capped in clak smoke, pack toast in a black coat
To roast motherfuckers, over lactose
Stay skeed off laced weed
I take cheese, and page trees in the Bricks
Rolling box of Tracies
[Pace Won]
Call a go-go dancer
Get up in that ass and wreck shop like colon cancer
Hit it from the back, bitch can't hold her pants up
Once for my cock, twice for my block,
I got it locked like handcuffs
Pacer got a razor, get you and your man cut
Swing a blow you can't duck
Throw up your hands, what?
Nobody on earth could see Pacer
I get your shit then peel off like Speed Racer
[Chorus]
[Slang Ton]
I hit you bastards raps fast as Janet Jackson's coochie
Your raps is half mastered, mad average, wack bologna
And if you ever want to get a deal
You should either OD off skill pills
Or steal my reel-to-reel
Most of y'all emcees ain't tight as y'all should be when
I'm tighter than the jeans that show hoochie chicks' coochie prints
Outsiders, we hot as Hell's flames is
And I'm Slang-iz, my tapes get pumped like twelve gauges
[Eminem]
I'm so weeded (How weeded are you?)
I'm so weeded I can freestyle for sixteen bars (Ha ha ha)
Right off the top, then go back to the top
And then repeat it (Ha)
Write it down on the paper
And still be able to read it (Sorry)
I can't read, but I still write to my pen pals (Uh, uh, dear)
I can't fly, but I still float on cement clouds (Whee!)
I can't see cause my eyes already been gouged out
I been down with the Outs for ten thou-sand years
([Pace Won] So done, here?)
Some weird kids with piercings in more than one ear
Lauryn, huh? Hill?
([Pace won] There's more than one?)
What? You want me to stop? Here?
[Chorus]
[Young Zee]
Yeah
Your girl could suck my dick chewing Big Red
'Til she choke and scrape her wisdom tooth on my dick head
Puff a tray bag, Outs never pay cabs
Bust a A-rab, front on taking us up eighth Ave
Yea, we all of the a volumes
What be the outcome?
We selling twenty million albums
Ay your record, ain't nobody buy that
You fell off, and had to take your five mic
And push a white Ac, with a bike rack
[Axe]
It's the A, the X, the E
Why pay for ass, if I can sex for free?
F' with we, what you expect to see
Death's your destiny, when it's my time for rest in peace
Bet they find my pistol next to me
My dick is giving ecstasy
Shit I say, spread like leprosy
I'm on a quest to be, the best emcee
Living recklessly, cock the weaponry
Lay you on your back like Lei Wulong from Tekken 3
Yo follow, never question me
[Chorus]
[Pace Won]
Come on yo
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Snuff your bitch, crush your whip, what?
Outs in the area tearing things up
Out world baby
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outs in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outs in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outs in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outs in the area tearing things up
[Az-Izz]
Yo, I'm finally convinced my kindness and innocence
Is a crime in a sense, climbing a fence
Diagonally bent, dying in agony in a magically event
Outs in a fear of family presents
Capped in clak smoke, pack toast in a black coat
To roast motherfuckers, over lactose
Stay skeed off laced weed
I take cheese, and page trees in the Bricks
Rolling box of Tracies
[Pace Won]
Call a go-go dancer
Get up in that ass and wreck shop like colon cancer
Hit it from the back, bitch can't hold her pants up
Once for my cock, twice for my block,
I got it locked like handcuffs
Pacer got a razor, get you and your man cut
Swing a blow you can't duck
Throw up your hands, what?
Nobody on earth could see Pacer
I get your shit then peel off like Speed Racer
[Chorus]
[Slang Ton]
I hit you bastards raps fast as Janet Jackson's coochie
Your raps is half mastered, mad average, wack bologna
And if you ever want to get a deal
You should either OD off skill pills
Or steal my reel-to-reel
Most of y'all emcees ain't tight as y'all should be when
I'm tighter than the jeans that show hoochie chicks' coochie prints
Outsiders, we hot as Hell's flames is
And I'm Slang-iz, my tapes get pumped like twelve gauges
[Eminem]
I'm so weeded (How weeded are you?)
I'm so weeded I can freestyle for sixteen bars (Ha ha ha)
Right off the top, then go back to the top
And then repeat it (Ha)
Write it down on the paper
And still be able to read it (Sorry)
I can't read, but I still write to my pen pals (Uh, uh, dear)
I can't fly, but I still float on cement clouds (Whee!)
I can't see cause my eyes already been gouged out
I been down with the Outs for ten thou-sand years
([Pace Won] So done, here?)
Some weird kids with piercings in more than one ear
Lauryn, huh? Hill?
([Pace won] There's more than one?)
What? You want me to stop? Here?
[Chorus]
[Young Zee]
Yeah
Your girl could suck my dick chewing Big Red
'Til she choke and scrape her wisdom tooth on my dick head
Puff a tray bag, Outs never pay cabs
Bust a A-rab, front on taking us up eighth Ave
Yea, we all of the a volumes
What be the outcome?
We selling twenty million albums
Ay your record, ain't nobody buy that
You fell off, and had to take your five mic
And push a white Ac, with a bike rack
[Axe]
It's the A, the X, the E
Why pay for ass, if I can sex for free?
F' with we, what you expect to see
Death's your destiny, when it's my time for rest in peace
Bet they find my pistol next to me
My dick is giving ecstasy
Shit I say, spread like leprosy
I'm on a quest to be, the best emcee
Living recklessly, cock the weaponry
Lay you on your back like Lei Wulong from Tekken 3
Yo follow, never question me
[Chorus]
[Pace Won]
Come on yo
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Snuff your bitch, crush your whip, what?
Outs in the area tearing things up
Out world baby
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.08] [Chorus: Pace Won]
[00:12.13] Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
[00:15.23] Outs in the area tearing things up
[00:17.28] Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
[00:20.26] Outs in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
[00:23.22] Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
[00:26.27] Outs in the area tearing things up
[00:28.12] Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
[00:31.26] Outs in the area tearing things up
[00:33.20] [Az-Izz]
[00:34.27] Yo, I'm finally convinced my kindness and innocence
[00:36.24] Is a crime in a sense, climbing a fence
[00:39.36] Diagonally bent, dying in agony in a magically event
[00:42.36] Outs in a fear of family presents
[00:44.31] Capped in clak smoke, pack toast in a black coat
[00:47.49] To roast motherfuckers, over lactose
[00:49.43] Stay skeed off laced weed
[00:51.42] I take cheese, and page trees in the Bricks
[00:53.57] Rolling box of Tracies
[00:55.52] [Pace Won]
[00:56.53] Call a go-go dancer
[00:57.54] Get up in that ass and wreck shop like colon cancer
[00:59.43] Hit it from the back, bitch can't hold her pants up
[01:02.59] Once for my cock, twice for my block,
[01:04.59] I got it locked like handcuffs
[01:06.59] Pacer got a razor, get you and your man cut
[01:08.56] Swing a blow you can't duck
[01:11.66] Throw up your hands, what?
[01:12.63] Nobody on earth could see Pacer
[01:13.75] I get your shit then peel off like Speed Racer
[01:16.74] [Chorus]
[01:36.82] [Slang Ton]
[01:37.97] I hit you bastards raps fast as Janet Jackson's coochie
[01:40.98] Your raps is half mastered, mad average, wack bologna
[01:43.90] And if you ever want to get a deal
[01:46.04] You should either OD off skill pills
[01:48.00] Or steal my reel-to-reel
[01:49.17] Most of y'all emcees ain't tight as y'all should be when
[01:52.26] I'm tighter than the jeans that show hoochie chicks' coochie prints
[01:54.27] Outsiders, we hot as Hell's flames is
[01:57.27] And I'm Slang-iz, my tapes get pumped like twelve gauges
[01:59.23] [Eminem]
[02:00.30] I'm so weeded (How weeded are you?)
[02:02.33] I'm so weeded I can freestyle for sixteen bars (Ha ha ha)
[02:05.40] Right off the top, then go back to the top
[02:07.42] And then repeat it (Ha)
[02:08.43] Write it down on the paper
[02:09.54] And still be able to read it (Sorry)
[02:10.54] I can't read, but I still write to my pen pals (Uh, uh, dear)
[02:13.62] I can't fly, but I still float on cement clouds (Whee!)
[02:16.76] I can't see cause my eyes already been gouged out
[02:19.78] I been down with the Outs for ten thou-sand years
[02:22.76] ([Pace Won] So done, here?)
[02:23.89] Some weird kids with piercings in more than one ear
[02:26.97] Lauryn, huh? Hill?
[02:28.95] ([Pace won] There's more than one?)
[02:30.98] What? You want me to stop? Here?
[02:32.04] [Chorus]
[02:52.12] [Young Zee]
[02:53.12] Yeah
[02:55.18] Your girl could suck my dick chewing Big Red
[02:56.17] 'Til she choke and scrape her wisdom tooth on my dick head
[02:59.24] Puff a tray bag, Outs never pay cabs
[03:02.26] Bust a A-rab, front on taking us up eighth Ave
[03:04.35] Yea, we all of the a volumes
[03:07.34] What be the outcome?
[03:08.40] We selling twenty million albums
[03:10.36] Ay your record, ain't nobody buy that
[03:11.41] You fell off, and had to take your five mic
[03:13.47] And push a white Ac, with a bike rack
[03:14.53] [Axe]
[03:15.68] It's the A, the X, the E
[03:17.61] Why pay for ass, if I can sex for free?
[03:19.64] F' with we, what you expect to see
[03:22.62] Death's your destiny, when it's my time for rest in peace
[03:24.71] Bet they find my pistol next to me
[03:26.76] My dick is giving ecstasy
[03:27.76] Shit I say, spread like leprosy
[03:29.85] I'm on a quest to be, the best emcee
[03:30.81] Living recklessly, cock the weaponry
[03:32.97] Lay you on your back like Lei Wulong from Tekken 3
[03:34.92] Yo follow, never question me
[03:35.99] [Chorus]
[03:58.13] [Pace Won]
[03:59.12] Come on yo
[04:00.07] Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
[04:01.19] Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
[04:04.10] Snuff your bitch, crush your whip, what?
[04:06.21] Outs in the area tearing things up
[04:09.22] Out world baby
[04:29.32]
[00:12.13] Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
[00:15.23] Outs in the area tearing things up
[00:17.28] Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
[00:20.26] Outs in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
[00:23.22] Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
[00:26.27] Outs in the area tearing things up
[00:28.12] Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
[00:31.26] Outs in the area tearing things up
[00:33.20] [Az-Izz]
[00:34.27] Yo, I'm finally convinced my kindness and innocence
[00:36.24] Is a crime in a sense, climbing a fence
[00:39.36] Diagonally bent, dying in agony in a magically event
[00:42.36] Outs in a fear of family presents
[00:44.31] Capped in clak smoke, pack toast in a black coat
[00:47.49] To roast motherfuckers, over lactose
[00:49.43] Stay skeed off laced weed
[00:51.42] I take cheese, and page trees in the Bricks
[00:53.57] Rolling box of Tracies
[00:55.52] [Pace Won]
[00:56.53] Call a go-go dancer
[00:57.54] Get up in that ass and wreck shop like colon cancer
[00:59.43] Hit it from the back, bitch can't hold her pants up
[01:02.59] Once for my cock, twice for my block,
[01:04.59] I got it locked like handcuffs
[01:06.59] Pacer got a razor, get you and your man cut
[01:08.56] Swing a blow you can't duck
[01:11.66] Throw up your hands, what?
[01:12.63] Nobody on earth could see Pacer
[01:13.75] I get your shit then peel off like Speed Racer
[01:16.74] [Chorus]
[01:36.82] [Slang Ton]
[01:37.97] I hit you bastards raps fast as Janet Jackson's coochie
[01:40.98] Your raps is half mastered, mad average, wack bologna
[01:43.90] And if you ever want to get a deal
[01:46.04] You should either OD off skill pills
[01:48.00] Or steal my reel-to-reel
[01:49.17] Most of y'all emcees ain't tight as y'all should be when
[01:52.26] I'm tighter than the jeans that show hoochie chicks' coochie prints
[01:54.27] Outsiders, we hot as Hell's flames is
[01:57.27] And I'm Slang-iz, my tapes get pumped like twelve gauges
[01:59.23] [Eminem]
[02:00.30] I'm so weeded (How weeded are you?)
[02:02.33] I'm so weeded I can freestyle for sixteen bars (Ha ha ha)
[02:05.40] Right off the top, then go back to the top
[02:07.42] And then repeat it (Ha)
[02:08.43] Write it down on the paper
[02:09.54] And still be able to read it (Sorry)
[02:10.54] I can't read, but I still write to my pen pals (Uh, uh, dear)
[02:13.62] I can't fly, but I still float on cement clouds (Whee!)
[02:16.76] I can't see cause my eyes already been gouged out
[02:19.78] I been down with the Outs for ten thou-sand years
[02:22.76] ([Pace Won] So done, here?)
[02:23.89] Some weird kids with piercings in more than one ear
[02:26.97] Lauryn, huh? Hill?
[02:28.95] ([Pace won] There's more than one?)
[02:30.98] What? You want me to stop? Here?
[02:32.04] [Chorus]
[02:52.12] [Young Zee]
[02:53.12] Yeah
[02:55.18] Your girl could suck my dick chewing Big Red
[02:56.17] 'Til she choke and scrape her wisdom tooth on my dick head
[02:59.24] Puff a tray bag, Outs never pay cabs
[03:02.26] Bust a A-rab, front on taking us up eighth Ave
[03:04.35] Yea, we all of the a volumes
[03:07.34] What be the outcome?
[03:08.40] We selling twenty million albums
[03:10.36] Ay your record, ain't nobody buy that
[03:11.41] You fell off, and had to take your five mic
[03:13.47] And push a white Ac, with a bike rack
[03:14.53] [Axe]
[03:15.68] It's the A, the X, the E
[03:17.61] Why pay for ass, if I can sex for free?
[03:19.64] F' with we, what you expect to see
[03:22.62] Death's your destiny, when it's my time for rest in peace
[03:24.71] Bet they find my pistol next to me
[03:26.76] My dick is giving ecstasy
[03:27.76] Shit I say, spread like leprosy
[03:29.85] I'm on a quest to be, the best emcee
[03:30.81] Living recklessly, cock the weaponry
[03:32.97] Lay you on your back like Lei Wulong from Tekken 3
[03:34.92] Yo follow, never question me
[03:35.99] [Chorus]
[03:58.13] [Pace Won]
[03:59.12] Come on yo
[04:00.07] Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
[04:01.19] Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
[04:04.10] Snuff your bitch, crush your whip, what?
[04:06.21] Outs in the area tearing things up
[04:09.22] Out world baby
[04:29.32]