[Intro: Larone Burnette]
Clueless (Ohhhhhh, Clueless)
Mindless (Yoouurrr)
Clueless (We're gonna leave you mindless)
Mindless (Divine we get on down)
[Verse 1: Sole]
Supreme, all about my cream, can you dig the ish?
Finna be hella rich made a switch to kill the snitch
Turned out to be a nothing but a hater
I pull the trigger, bite the liver
To the MO; dead on arrival
Homocidal when we ride taking ya title
It ain't nothing but a thing, cause everybody gotta die
Everybody gotta lie, hit the scene
I'm all about the green and the cash
Give it up fast and oh no, player watch for the po-po
Bring a 'cain diller as I bring the pain killer
On the low low creepin' affiliated
See a chick demonstrate it, make 'em frustrated
Complicated with a buzz, burst until he (?) kickin' up dust
Crushin' competition, I'm on a mission
Mitch wanna be dissin' at the same time
Ass kissin', hopin' they wishin' that I
Play out, fade out never heard of me, but occurred to be
Greatest, Mitch hate this (?) but a word on me
Really ? on me, gotta rock it up, gotta stuck it up
Upon game Mitch you gotta mop it up, soakin'
No jokin', can't breathe
No more messin' 'round start chokin'
Everybody that I meet (what you doin'?) dealin'
Everybody peep it
The lyrical context and get get hexed by voodoo, now tell 'em what's next you're clueless
[Hook: Larone Burnette]
Now what you gonna do? Your time is run out
When the (?) Nina come for you. Are you dreaming?
Or are you still awake, you time is run out, player
Now where you gonna run? Where you gonna hide?
Death around the corner and it shows tonight
(Cause you were trippin' you got got caught slippin'
And now you clueless about your situation
Lights out, we know it's hesitation)
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
I'm about to hit 'em, with a, mirror, killer
Gotta get a little bit more of that skrilla
What the hell a hater gonna do
When they come face to face with a 9 milla
(Backed up off of ya, none out but you hopped off I crush ya)
See me when I'm comin' with a (Ch-ch-ch)
Better hope you'll never hear the (Hah-ah-ah)
Bust, e-very day, many day, any day
I spray it at hater that claimies on, make that hater say hee-hah Dameon
Devil child, devil's son, by the rule of the God with the rebel's gun
And if that trick no like it, suck me huevos hun, hum
Is that killer with the flow not so-so
Never with a (willy bobo?) hot like cocoa beautiful just like Acapulco, poke your ho, oh
She's wet, she's awkward, clueless trick, never had to jock her
All over my sack and nobody nigga roll not even you can stop her
Le Cosa Nostra, me fly boast up, ride that track like a roller coaster
Come a little across to see your mother like Tech Nina toast you
N9ne Tech come with divine just remain mindless
When I flex you, you get next to the real killer
But a Bade Mitch mother just stay at school
[Hook: Larone Burnette]
Now what you gonna do? Your time is run out
When the (?) Nina come for you. Are you dreaming?
Or are you still awake, you time is run out, player
Now where you gonna run? Where you gonna hide?
Death around the corner and it shows tonight
(Cause you were trippin' you got got caught slippin'
And now you clueless about your situation
Lights out, we know it's hesitation)
[Verse 3: Sole]
It's all a mystery, check out the history
Follow the trickery, hollow tips and loaded from the Tech N9ne
Known to bust caps everytime won't you rewind it
Got em blinded, simple minded
Gotta get up a (?) to stop can awhile some like pal!
I make em all really wonder how, can we kill em?
Have we deal them?
36 gramms up in 'em, like snakes deliver up dangerous
Mess around gotta hit 'em, Tech Nina and
Divine rollin' up can't stop the bumrush
While play haters come to us, victorious, so glorious
Mitch Bade is dumb to us, Notorious
Like Biggie, is she really from Kansas City, Missouri?
Mitch you better be hear me, better be fear me, nothin' but an enemy
On my way to make many G's in the industry, that's how it gotta be
Everybody be useless another murder committed, clueless
[Verse 4: Tech N9ne]
You ever dance with a devil in a pale moonlight
I usually asking of all my pray
I'm gonna be level when I'm on a mic
You fool I'm a live round when I spray
(?) Make a lot of money (?) sentimental
Never did I make Biancas whine (?) N9ne
Get spunked, not even I keep kickin' a bud
Now we give up the Bianca (?)
Clueless, who less, makin' you foolish
This when a nigga do best
But if you bite your thumb at me
Tecca Nina gotta make a punk of you
Much more strand than an attitude bigger than the cap, you let
And I'mma take you, who really wanna get involved
When I bust like sailor
(?)
Will you do me a favor, get lost
Or get your head torn off by the flip boss
Killa clown, look around, hella off the hook
And I stays in the killa zone now, a milla dawn
Niggas be clueless and more soul than Alicia Silverstone
[Hook: Larone Burnette]
Now what you gonna do? Your time is run out
When the (?) Nina come for you. Are you dreaming?
Or are you still awake, you time is run out, player
Now where you gonna run? Where you gonna hide?
Death around the corner and it shows tonight
(Cause you were trippin' you got got caught slippin'
And now you clueless about your situation
Lights out, we know it's hesitation)
[Outro: Larone Burnette]
And now we're gonna leave you clueless, clueless
And now you peeps and hustlers wonder why and how do they we do it, do it
Coming with finesse with the best
Don't try to find it, or even bite it
Just to brought the music to your head and get excited
Cause we comin' with real smooth, so what you wanna do
Wanna be down with me and my crew
