Juggalo Anthem

Song Juggalo Anthem
Artist Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Album Hatchet History

Lyrics

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
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
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
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
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