Shout

Shout, shout, goin all out
This is the shit one can do without
Fuck off
(fuck havin that shit)
Tellin 'em all to fuck off
(fuck havin that shit, fuck takin all the bullshit, c’mon)
Verse 1 ICP:
In violent times
You shouldn’t have to sell your soul
Stand up, fight back
Let them muthafuckas know those hateful minds
That took you for a bitch, you know
They push so hard
You shouldn’t have to crack your jaw
You shouldn’t have to swing at all
Verse 2 ICP:
You mind your own
And in return they gave you hell
They don’t let up
You try to keep your cool but fail
Cuz all that pussy shit is stale
Verse 3 Blaze:
Everybody’s on my case
Nicknamed me, «Can't get straight»
Say I’m in it up to here
While they all laugh and point or stare
Inside I’m building up with hate
Pestering, it incubates
Has no place you’ve been all out
Poke and prodded, hear me shout
FUCK YOU WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!
Beat you 'till you’re black and blue
Crack you in that bitch ass mouth
All my anger’s coming out
Verse 4 ICP:
And when you think it’s all OK
They get you by surprise
And now you know they gotta pay