ICP: Who

Bring itCell Block, Twin GatsFull Clip, Foe Foe, Lil' Shank, BulletJeremy, Psychopathic RydasNipples, Tom DubAll up in that bitch assBubba Dub, Double AStepdirt, Jump Steady, Billy Bill, Tom KMike E. Clark, Jason, DougiePsychopathic tell meWho got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody)No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody)No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody)No, who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin everybody)Back the fuck up cause y'all ain't got shitRepresentin the street killas my whole cliqueWhere the bitch we run hoes for all they lootAnd when my money ain't right yoBelieve we down to shootEveryday what, different bitchAnd at least once a month, my whole entourage switchHands down muthafuckas case closedPsychopathic Rydas got all the hoesWho got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody)No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody)No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody)No, who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin everybody)Everybody that's downThat is me and Full Clip bring it to 'emOooh who's dat?Clip from the RydasDumpin out bystanders at the cops behind usOooh who's dat?Your muthafuckin killaPull out my nine and blast you in your grill, yeahOooh who's dat?The winner of breadPut your face on the curb and kick the back of your headOooh who's dat?Hatchet representin fool hood in a black truckRyda till I die that's whatI don't give a fuck how many caps they peelFuck they crew and all they muthafuckin homeboys frontin like they realI got the hollow tip bullets for that teflon vestBlow a hole the size of hubcaps dead in your chestWe ain't afraid to make the hammer go cockJust to erase a couple of wack muthafuckas off the blockLeave you layin in a pine box with roses from your crewPause for a second, check yourself, and ask whoWho got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody)No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody)No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody)No, who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin everybody)You saw the show Say I didn't rock itI'ma jab a stick in your eye socketI'm through tryin to prove myself all the timeI'm the muthafuckin shit bottom lineFuck dis tryin to impress y'allI'll wear a half shirt and walk a fat bitch through the mallShit I don't pick and choose my freaksI'll fuck a crackhead with warts on her butt cheeksAnd I'd still be the shit like thatFuckin Yokozuna ain't livin this fat baby whatAin't nobody bad like us25 drunk Ryda dawgs in the tour busWho down with hoods in black trucks? (Fuckin everybody)