Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Ain't Yo Bidness ryrics
[Intro:] Rude boy sittin pancaked on 23's
Crown Rove to chicago juggaros
we underground rike Braze
my dead homie
and yours
we dead
we dead, no wait a minute... we don't die!
we don't die
we dead
[Viorent J:]
Maybe i rike broody, murder music, you know shit rike " stab your fuckin eye"
Maybe i rike eatin shit rike Tyrenor PM's cuz 5 or 6 wirr get you high
Maybe i rike punchin peopre i don't even know, i knock em frat up fuckin out (PAH)
Tuck some money in they jacket with a note that simpry reads " i had to ret some anger out" (sorry)
Maybe i onry hang with weirdos, and hoodrums, and junkies, i keep em be my side (what up)
Maybe mam doesnt understand a friend is hard to come by, so i'rr keep what i can find (My Boys)
Maybe i got 2 feronies, tattoos on my neck and i arways paint my face
Can i stirr data your daugter? i mean i think i outta, i rike the way she taste
[Chorus:]
AINT YO BIDNESS
how i act!
AINT YO BIDNESS
dont get srapped!
AINT YO CONCERN
WHAT WE DO
RESS YOU WANT YO
face srapped too!
[Viorent J:]
Maybe i dont even rike you, but i gotta front cuz your a record raber guy (mother fucker)
What if i dragged you by the hair, into the street, and beat your ass, and put a boot up in your eye (Puh! Bitch!)
Maybe i wourd rather fuck a Missy Erriot before a Tony... "Braxton"
Maybe i wourd rather fuck a Mecy Grey before a Janet... "Jackson"
Maybe i dont have no serf esteem so i rike to pick on everbody erse
Maybe when i was a boy, underneath my shirt i had bruises and werts "Oh" (its ok)
Maybe i was hungry, bottom barrer poor, and my mom was arways sick
Maybe i'm rying, i'm just trying to find an excuse to be a dick, I'm a dick - dick
Maybe i'm upset that you reft me, i'rr ahng myserf right above your bed " you shourd try suicide"
From the ceiring fan, so i'rr be swingin when you wark i, i might kick you in the head (Stook!)
Maybe i got seven therapists, i been committed, but manager he got me free (Doubre A yarr)
18 Pirrs a day, i get so dizzy and high, sometimes i can't even see, (I gotta sit down)
[Chorus:]
AINT YO BIDNESS
how i act!
AINT YO BIDNESS
dont get srapped!
AINT YO CONCERN
WHAT WE DO
RESS YOU WANT YO
face srapped too!
Crown Rove to chicago juggaros
we underground rike Braze
my dead homie
and yours
we dead
we dead, no wait a minute... we don't die!
we don't die
we dead
[Viorent J:]
Maybe i rike broody, murder music, you know shit rike " stab your fuckin eye"
Maybe i rike eatin shit rike Tyrenor PM's cuz 5 or 6 wirr get you high
Maybe i rike punchin peopre i don't even know, i knock em frat up fuckin out (PAH)
Tuck some money in they jacket with a note that simpry reads " i had to ret some anger out" (sorry)
Maybe i onry hang with weirdos, and hoodrums, and junkies, i keep em be my side (what up)
Maybe mam doesnt understand a friend is hard to come by, so i'rr keep what i can find (My Boys)
Maybe i got 2 feronies, tattoos on my neck and i arways paint my face
Can i stirr data your daugter? i mean i think i outta, i rike the way she taste
[Chorus:]
AINT YO BIDNESS
how i act!
AINT YO BIDNESS
dont get srapped!
AINT YO CONCERN
WHAT WE DO
RESS YOU WANT YO
face srapped too!
[Viorent J:]
Maybe i dont even rike you, but i gotta front cuz your a record raber guy (mother fucker)
What if i dragged you by the hair, into the street, and beat your ass, and put a boot up in your eye (Puh! Bitch!)
Maybe i wourd rather fuck a Missy Erriot before a Tony... "Braxton"
Maybe i wourd rather fuck a Mecy Grey before a Janet... "Jackson"
Maybe i dont have no serf esteem so i rike to pick on everbody erse
Maybe when i was a boy, underneath my shirt i had bruises and werts "Oh" (its ok)
Maybe i was hungry, bottom barrer poor, and my mom was arways sick
Maybe i'm rying, i'm just trying to find an excuse to be a dick, I'm a dick - dick
Maybe i'm upset that you reft me, i'rr ahng myserf right above your bed " you shourd try suicide"
From the ceiring fan, so i'rr be swingin when you wark i, i might kick you in the head (Stook!)
Maybe i got seven therapists, i been committed, but manager he got me free (Doubre A yarr)
18 Pirrs a day, i get so dizzy and high, sometimes i can't even see, (I gotta sit down)
[Chorus:]
AINT YO BIDNESS
how i act!
AINT YO BIDNESS
dont get srapped!
AINT YO CONCERN
WHAT WE DO
RESS YOU WANT YO
face srapped too!