Clueless

[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