Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch
Killas kick the anthem like this
Juggalos up in this biiiitch.....
G's up, riding from the cradle to the casket and beyond
Recognize thug shit
Pounding out the trunk bitch
Running with a motherfucking hatchet
You haters, suck dick
Once 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 khaki's with the muthafucking cuffs on
Smoking hella-trees
Trying to make a couple G's
So a thug can get back on his feet
Mean mugging
Steady thugging
And I'm trying to find the hood rats, all about fucking
Still loc'd out
All my dawgs from the past, dead or smoked out
Still trying to come up on the lick for a phat ass ride
So I can drop the top and parlay through the Eastside
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
You're a banger
You's a studio gangsta
You ain't about shit, scared to pull the trigger
That's what we call a real bitch nigga
Creeping through the hood, throwing up his set
Hanging out the window, yelling idle threats
Check this out, I'ma check your chin
Close your mouth before I put the barrel in
Dumping clips in your ass is what I'm all about
Straight G from the clique on a paper route
Still slapping off fake bitches with the Louisville
Throw a nigga to the pavement, anotha 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, giving half to you bandits
Fuck a style and a status
Half of y'all humming off a half ass deal
And got the nerve to tell a mothafucka keep it real
We see through ya'll fools like cellophane on a square pack
You bite our shit, you can keep it, we don't want it back
We don't give a fuck, Eastside for life
And if you ain't got heart, don't expect to have your shit tight
There ain't no room for the ho-hearted
We give a fuck where you at or who you with, or how you got started
Fuck you and everybody in your clique
If you don't run with a hatchet
Or claim to Psychopathic
I ain't got time to say no names
It's only gay rhymes
No holla, we been in the game
Besides, fuck even speaking your name
You just a bitch in the game
And ya'll niggas gonna 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 biiiitch, biiiiiitch.....