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    Outsidaz / Lyrics

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    "Rush Ya Clique" Lyrics

    Outsidaz feat. Eminem

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    Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
    Outz in the area tearing things up
    Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
    Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
    Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
    Outz in the area tearing things up
    Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
    Outz in the area tearing things up

    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
    Outz 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

    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

    Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
    Outz in the area tearing things up
    Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
    Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
    Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
    Outz in the area tearing things up
    Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
    Outz in the area tearing things up

    I hit you bastards raps fast as Janet Jackson's coochie
    Your raps is half mastered, mad average, wack bologna
    And if you ever wanna 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
    Outsidaz, we hot as Hell's flames is
    And I'm Slang-iz, my tapes get pumped like twelve gauges

    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 Outz for ten thou-sand years
    (So dunn, here?)
    Some weird kids with piercings in more than one ear
    Lauryn, huh? Hill?
    (There's more than one? IIIllll)
    What? You want me to stop? Here?

    Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
    Outz in the area tearing things up
    Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
    Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
    Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
    Outz in the area tearing things up
    Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
    Outz in the area tearing things up

    Yea
    Your girl could suck my dick chewing Big Red
    Till she choke and scrape her wisdom tooth on my dick head
    Puff a tray bag, Outz 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

    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

    Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
    Outz in the area tearing things up
    Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
    Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
    Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
    Outz in the area tearing things up
    Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
    Outz in the area tearing things up

    C'mon yo
    Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
    Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
    Snuff your bitch, crush your whip, what?
    Outz in the area tearing things up

    Outworld baby
    This song was submitted on September 3rd, 2015 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Aubrey King, Dewayne Battle.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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