[Intro]

That's wassup

To the Suspects Cliq, yeah that's wassup

To my nigga J. Good, yeah that's wassup

To my man Deceased, yeah that's wassup

To my man Levi, yeah that's wassup

To my nigga J. Lowell, yeah that's wassup

To my nigga Telepath, yeah that's wassup

It's the Suspects Cliq, that's wassup

Wassup

[Verse 1]

Aye yo

Creep through the night on vogues, I ride low

My eyes low, pelican briefs, the fly clothes

Since '94, I been shittin' divine gold

Cut off levies because a nigga got flow

Ayo, niggas they hate hard cause I run shit

Mustard, sour had a nigga on some fuck shit

Fuck this, you don't wanna see a full gun clip

Got my gun powder and my musket, fuck it

Buck shots, hit him in his nuts and his guts shit

If I don't win the battle then war gone get ugly as ugly

You don't got no wins in me casa

So you don't wanna set trip, fall into a dungeon

Plunge in concrete, shoes on some sunk shit

This is hooliganarian style meets drunken, monk

Meets funk with any nigga who ask

Play a game of Russian Roulette then have my blast

[Bridge]

To my big bro Chino, that's wassup

My man DJ John, that's wassup

My nigga DJ Danny, that's wassup

My nigga Has Solo, that's wassup

Van Dope, that's wassup

To my nigga Snaggle Tooth, that's wassup

To my nigga Sas Finda, that's wassup

It's the Suspects Cliq nigga that's wassup

[Verse 2]

I come through wild'n in the night time

Hoes thought I was stylin'

Wettin' niggas on all four sides like an island

Even police found his demise was surprising

I'm way to wavy they couldn't fuck with high tideage

Khaks (khakis) be soft as high cotton

Quit acting like he's Rowdy Rod Piper when he entering the cypher

All 36 Seals up the cold I decipher

Women come around me, need diapers

Niggas talk about catch a molly wop, strikin' from his Nike's

Pain full of basses, that flash like lightning

Came in this game, no name, just a microphone

Writing with the skills weak niggas say they like to own

Niggas spitting crooked, leave the mic alone

Before we have to find a way tell yo baby mama why your life is gone

4,000 degrees underneath the microscope

Niggas couldn't see me through kaleidoscopes

I am dope!