Inner City Posse (d-lyrical And Violent J) Something To Say Lyrics

Something To Say Lyrics

* later known as the Insane Clown Posse







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



What 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