Professor P- My Clique

[Professor P]

Don’t mess with my clique, don’t mess with my crew
Or I’ma have to come and put a hit on you
Don’t mess with my crew, don’t mess with my clique
Unless you wanna end up looking just like him
Don’t mess with my clique, don’t mess with my crew
Or I’ma have to come and put a hit on you
Don’t mess with my crew, don’t mess with my clique
Unless you wanna end up looking just like him

I put pressure on people, pressin’ pencils to the paper
Writin’ rhymes daily, to stay fresh like Steve Bailey
You’re a failure, when you’re the one who has to be paying
And when I’m ridin’, I ain’t ever seen anyone look paler
This is real, cause there ain’t no half-way crooks
This is rap, so I’ve got the right to talk trash
I gotcha shook, roasted and cooked, not for the cash
I’ll go to your concert to get on stage to whip your ass
Like a blast from the past, West Coast is on the top
And we movin’ up quick like we’re never gonna stop
Straight outta Bakersfield, these verbal wounds can’t be healed
I take your lyrics and put them on my shit, keep your lips sealed
My clique is startin’ a legacy and we’ll never fall off
We stay on the frontline, never gonna have a beef called off
Fire, flamin’, we blazin’ through the whole state
We reppin’ all of CA, from the 661 to the 408

Don’t mess with my clique, don’t mess with my crew
Or I’ma have to come and put a hit on you
Don’t mess with my crew, don’t mess with my clique
Unless you wanna end up looking just like him
Don’t mess with my clique, don’t mess with my crew
Or I’ma have to come and put a hit on you
Don’t mess with my crew, don’t mess with my clique
Unless you wanna end up looking just like him

I hear ya talkin’ about me in the streets but I don’t want that
Cause I’ve been hearin’ that you fell in the streets, after just one cap
You claim that the FBI watch ya, you gotcha phone tapped
But why the fuck would you be sayin’ that shit in your own raps?
How I got here is a mystery, I’ll put you in some misery
What’s it to ya, cause life is just like rock, paper, scissors see?
My crew can see you walkin’, see you talkin’ and we’re gonna stop that
From six to the six to the one and you can’t top that
Playin’ with me is a lot gamblin’, roll your dice
I’ll do your punk ass over like my name was Mr. O. Trice
If I’m not platinum, shit, then something gonna happen
I’m not just gonna stand around while these radio rappers are yappin’
This is music, it’s magic, but this time it’s for real
Verbal verses shock a victim like electrical eels
Rapping isn’t a job, it’s just a part of my life like
Snapping at ya with words you just might not like right

Don’t mess with my clique, don’t mess with my crew
Or I’ma have to come and put a hit on you
Don’t mess with my crew, don’t mess with my clique
Unless you wanna end up looking just like him
Don’t mess with my clique, don’t mess with my crew
Or I’ma have to come and put a hit on you
Don’t mess with my crew, don’t mess with my clique
Unless you wanna end up looking just like him

Go put my tape back, on the rack, run and tell your friends
My shit is wack you’re just gonna get laughed at, it’s a fact
I’m rockin’ the DC hat, jeans, my shirt is black
It really doesn’t get any simpler than that
Spit quick shit slick and smooth when I’m in the booth
Don’t touch the Fuze and I still got nothing to lose
Cause P is back forever, he ain’t ever gonna leave
Cause if Professor lied then he just wouldn’t be P
Mixtape after mixtape till the album drops
Don’t carry around a glock, but my words load and locked
Keepin’ you shocked as the clock ticks and tocks
I’m spittin’ game under this name until my heart stops
So can you tell me? What is the world coming to?
Cause I listen to the radio everyday and don’t hear nothing new
So can you tell me? What am I supposed to do?
Me and my clique, you fuck with us, we coming after you

Don’t mess with my clique, don’t mess with my crew
Or I’ma have to come and put a hit on you
Don’t mess with my crew, don’t mess with my clique
Unless you wanna end up looking just like him
Don’t mess with my clique, don’t mess with my crew
Or I’ma have to come and put a hit on you
Don’t mess with my crew, don’t mess with my clique
Unless you wanna end up looking just like him