Idit Fo’ Life

[Intro]
*Crowd cheering*
*Crowd chanting*
Infinite mass in the house
Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah!
Check this out

[Verse 1]
Mothafuckas wanna fuck them up
Bring 'em over here plus a bottle of rum
And I'ma keep messin' with yo mama
Still standin' tall and waitin' for the drama
'Cause I don't give a fuck about your feelins
And I ain't afraid I wanna test cap peelin'
So bring yo' nine millimeter
'Cause Nina is a ho' and I'm pleasured to meet her

[Verse 2]
Everybody wanna be down with this clique
Comin' at you once again with some phat shit
Jump in to the ride, it is so live
Pressin' the pedal to the metal and just ride
Lookin' for some drama, dilemma, am I?
Crazy? Nah on a whole different level
Puffin' on a beedi, drinkin' some henny shit
Fuck the speed limit, fo' life I'ma end this

[Chorus]
Idiots for life, idiots for life (Idit, Idit)
Fool for life
Idiots for life, idiots for life (Idit, Idit)
Fool for life
Idiots for life, idiots for life (Idit, Idit)
Fool for life
Idiots for life, idiots for life
I-N-F-I-N-I-T-E the real clique

[Verse 3: Bashir]
Creep in to the hood where the niggas no good
I call on my home the mothafuckin' third zone
Never givin' it up that's how I'm livin'
Punk ass trippin' and straight bullshittin'
There it is in a special ass pack now
Never doubt who's the mothafuckin mack
Bashir rollin' with the mass (Shuuree idioot)
Black and Cham, Don R-O-D
Can you fuck with a gang like that? (Baby)
I'm never fakin' my shit ask any brotha
But if it ain't one thing it is the fuckin' otha
The MC's don't like my faith buth uh
Fuck y'all fools in the rap game
It ain't no love for none of y'all
I crack this bitch up and rockin' it blind
My name is B to the A to the S to the H to the I the R (Nigga)
Tryna compete take a fuckin' seat
I ain't the one to be stepped on fo' real
I'm a fool fo' life (Fo' life)

[Chorus]
Idiots for life, idiots for life (Idit, Idit)
Fool for life
Idiots for life, idiots for life (Idit, Idit)
Fool for life
Idiots for life, idiots for life (Idit, Idit)
Fool for life
Idiots for life, idiots for life
I-N-F-I-N-I-T-E the real clique

[Verse 4]
Comin' real sick you know he can't fuck with
Tell yo' mama, to avenge her, bust him on the lips
Like if you fuckin' G, I'm slippin' to these case
What can I Do? Figure out this fuckin' game
And it don't stop, tic toc, and it won't stop
Heavy drinkin' mofuckas always chased by the cops
Leave me fuck alone I'm in my fuckin' zone
Fo life' if you wanna read my tombstone

[Verse 5]
Imagine a mansion full of ho's
With a jacuzzi bottles as the champagne flows
Fly skin [?]-----------
People you hang with rich models and movie stars
But that shit ain't for real, stuck in the hood
With the Turks, Latinos and the blacks chill
Experiment coke and lots of reefer
I'm an idiot for leefah

[Chorus]
Idiots for life, idiots for life (Idit, Idit)
Fool for life
Idiots for life, idiots for life (Idit, Idit)
Fool for life
Idiots for life, idiots for life (Idit, Idit)
Fool for life
Idiots for life, idiots for life
I-N-F-I-N-I-T-E the real clique
Idiots for life, idiots for life (Idit, Idit)
Fool for life
Idiots for life, idiots for life (Idit, Idit)
Fool for life
Idiots for life, idiots for life (Idit, Idit)
Fool for life
Idiots for life, idiots for life
Hood rat hood rat hoochie mama

[Outro]
*Car crashes*
*Sirens*
*Cop chatter*
*Woman Vocalizing the land of the free*
That's some funny shit
Hey Trish, what you been smokin some crack?
Hell yeah man and you know this! (And you know this)
Biatch!