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Jugga The Bully - "Clueless (Fuck Clue)"
Lyrics to Clueless (Fuck Clue) : "We here to talk about that nigga DJ Clue, so you know..." "You aint nothin, all you do is spin records, thats all you do Who he think he is' DJ Quik' Huh' Kid Capri'" [Verse One] I open up Blaze and see these bums all dissin me Ernesto dont have a Clue like Unsolved Mysteries When my album drops Ill be runnin yall industry See me in person bet I get respect from yall instantly Fuck yall sympathy - I call your bluff like card-playing Now you on the phone with those other faggot A&Rs sayin "My bad, yo! I aint know how butta he could be" Next month you like ("New exclusive shit! Jugga The Bully!!!") Got folk askin me "Why you got beef with Clue' That dude got friends..." Thats cool, I got people too What Im supposed to do' He gave me a wack write up Misrepresentin mine knowin that its phat like butts This nigga couldnt scratch a record in a cat fight plus Your album sucks - wishin you could rap like Touch You just juggle some nuts to get a few exclusives And thought no one could tell you wack, what the fuck is you stupid' I question your skills, trashin every mag that got you in it And I swear never heard nothin hot you blended On my block you finished - Im ambitious and vicious And you gonna fall cuz real Hip Hoppers cant stand bitches [Chorus:] You dont have a Clue When you disrespect the Dirty South this how we do Got everyone from here to overseas dissin too You dont get no respect here so, Fuuuuuuck Clue!! [Verse Two] I heard Clues hatin - ya words in Blaze is circulatin You aint all that - niggas got you gased like service stations In addition, your tapes got too much reverberation You fucked up and brought an ATLien Earth invasion What, you didnt understand the story' "First Contacts" a metaphor about weed, nigga - its self explanitory Guess you aint get it - thats what I expect though Fuck ya mix tape - you aint special, Ms. Ernesto With all that echo - tapes headed straight for trash cans I seen you live - you couldnt mix if your name was Tascam Screamin on all ya tapes to cover up all the mistakes Thats why you never in DJ battles - youd prolly get raped Put the plates on - what the FUCK you waitin on' Got ya head spinnin like those twelve hundreds you fakin on Puff made you, then that nigga Jigga saved you Interscope paid you - now Jugga the Bully just played you I got no beef with artists gettin run on ya tapes But if they retaliate - then they, too, gettin punched in the face I heard you spin CDs anyway - whats that shit' Lately your tapes aint been bangin - its just wack shit So fuck you - I wont even mention those other A&Rs Tryin to clone stars so broke they cant even afford cars Im going far regardless - catchin wreck over beats You just mad cause ya ass dont get no respect on the streets Yeah...I expected to see that lump thats in ya throat... I give ya A&R job two to three months at Interscope My shit is dope - kill that noise and try me You the only deejay couldnt scratch if the wax had poison ivy [Chorus] [Verse Three] I guess you mustve felt threatened by mine Either that or you too dumb to understand what I said in my rhyme The song was complex, Clue didnt comprehend the context While everyone who does is sweatin, complementin concepts You got yours, why you hatin on mine' And I know you got back so fuck the gats this rap is breakin ya spine Im glad you dissed me - and I still got love for New York City But this niggas soft like titties - DJ Clues a sissy Similar to some of the emcees on that wack shit he play Fuck the gay rapper - Clues the faggot deejay Dis The Bully' You nuts like the condoms I skeet in You wouldnt know original livin in the Garden of Eden So pardon the beefin but I got issues with dude Not only are your tapes Common, but the bitch is in you Thats why my real niggas no longer listen to you The President or The Professional' Which is it, Clue' It aint President cause you got no campaign funds If it wont for Jay-Z, where would you get your champagne from' It aint Professional cause your whole steez is amateur night You wanted action' Well, you got it like camera lights Dont reply - not even Teamsters can manage to strike Got the soundman pissed cause I damaged the mic Its like this: Recognize nigga get ya shit straight And I might STILL supply exclusives for ya WEAK mix-tapes.... [Chorus] [Outro:] Big head nigga, fuck you, Ill break your fuckin fingers How bout that' Know what Im sayin' Scratch you with your own needle Plus nail your turntables down on your knuckles Dont even matter, talkin about JUGGA the BULLY Talkin bout my shits wack, you didnt even listen to the shit If you did, you woulda known what the shit was about Wouldnt a said that bullshit, know what Im sayin' Atlantis UnderWorld, save that clone rap shit Yall niggas suck dick for, its that real shit Im tellin you right now, man, dont even play that bullshit Motherfucker diss me, talkin about Im wack' That shit yall heard was just wack, what the fuck'!' Ignorant ass motherfuckers, man Ima show yall motherfuckers how to do shit in the new millenium Continuum, baby, DJ Kno rocked this fuckin track for yall motherfuckers This what yall motherfuckers wanted to hear' You bitch ass nigga, its the same fuckin shit But this time its directed at your bitch ass... Word up [ Clueless (Fuck Clue) Lyrics ]
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