guise Everyone smiles Hit the party all day Papa's got been a clown for the day Mama's only one we lose Papa's got been a clown for the day Mama's only
dreams are filled, you're rapping with the best) I hear "The Tears Of A Clown", I hate that song I feel like they talking to me when it comes on Another day
'Cause I'm prepared, kid, for rough weather And we gotta realize, the boys on the east side You call 'em S-A's, I call 'em allies Because the day that
, pimp niggas like hoes Command a mack that's immaculate, your girl's naked You think she ain't been hit, kid yo, you best to check it For ten years
fat tracks, fuck the pop crap I got a mind to cold diss a fool Wack rappers sellin out urge me to pull tools For no reason Pop suckers hookin for hits
t be clowned [Ice-T] Saw the motherfucker got the critical beat down On and on the drama continues to ring For me, I'm known as James the King I got
could be Strung out all day With lovers and clowns Now I find myself Hanging around It's been a long war We're tired and dirty Still not dirty enough for
'm all about the money What the fuck you think I do it for? Bitch don't act like you don't know I'm killing all these rap niggas Custom made casket for
very first day When I caught you looking my way Smiled, and I just knew it And up until you came along And no one ever heard my song Now it's clowning
put your hands high (put your hands high) If you ever lost a light before, this ones for you and you, the dreams are for you I hear "The Tears of a Clown
The day the Circus of Heaven came to town Local folks lined the streets in a Midwestern town Waiting anxiously for the parade to begin all around On the
The day the Circus of Heaven came to town Local folks lined the streets in a Midwestern town Waiting anxiously for the parade to begin all round Ort the
'll be them doors, Andre's phantom believe me clowns That means suicide, homie, you'll never throw me Off of this course, blow me Bitch, I do this all for
like Injun Popped right off that silver screen Scarlet up like a jukebox For a dreamboat Delta Queen Rain droppin' all around Put up the top you clown
?s why I hate myself for loving you I hate myself for loving you I hate myself for loving you I hate myself for loving you I hate myself I hate myself for
bomb Numb be it view, or Saudi Shawty I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gone win Now won't that make us all fools Like class clowns
here yeah! [CHORUS] Aint no Shook Hands in Brooklyn cross that Bridge tuck ya goods in like the Queen of Harlem 'cept its BK way makin sure niggas eat every day
