Directed by: GuapCityProductions

Lyrics:
Ill Camille
I can remember when I met you
in that mystic river
Never knew that you
would call me your sister
or one of your killers.
See, you didn’t know
that you was breathing life
and light in me,
and I’ve been beaming ever since.
Must’ve been the most high
and divine timing
making an agreement
’cause it seems like you was in
on they secret.
You’ve been my safe place
and my saving grace
ever since my first taste
of you DPG’ing.
A flavor only fit for genius.

Kurupt
Follow me through the trenches,
I’m just a beast, I’m relentless.
I always handle my business,
I got no reason for trippin.
I just ain’t got no time
for these women,
ain’t no money in ’em.
I give ’em to the homies,
the ones that be pimping.
(Kuhhh Rupppt)Yeah.
See I been through the storm,
never followed the norm.
We regroup and we swarm,
that’s the shit I be on.
Can’t you see?
I travel galaxies,
I’m beyond these human beings.
I just let it be,
trickery and buffoonery.
Can’t make a fool of me,
I’m just so full of me.
My confidence so high
I ain’t gotta wear jewelry.
To be the million dollar
Ali Baba in Venezuela
With imported tailors
screaming out, “Mama, I made it,”
they say I’m a fool.
You know why?
I don’t play by the rules.
I’m not into diamonds and jewels.
I follow the clues.
Don’t act surprised,
you see it in my eyes.
I’m different, nigga,
trust me, I’m nothing like
these other guys.
I go to war, come back,
and go to war again.
I go on tour, come back,
and go on tour again.
I was built for the pain,
built for the strain.
I stay in my lane,
I stay out the way.
And that’s one of the reasons
I’m alive today.
I sleep with the K,
making that _____
Stay where you are
or stay where you lay.
Make no mistakes,
we here to stay.
I’m really not interested
in what you gotta say.
Have it your way,
double tap to the face.

BJ The Chicago Kid

Shit, damn,
I’m that motherfucker.
Go on ‘head,
you can ask my mother.
Nine lives,
blood, sweat, and tears.
Spit my heart,
leave it all right here
Still making shit
y’all could play for years.
And to all ________,
playing this one.
And to all _____,
playing this one.

Kurupt

This the one.

Kurupt
BJ, Gotti,
we know.
Keiways, Damus,
Latinos.
California living the Chi way.
MagNeo,
I’m the one.
Got the mag,
the duffle bag,
and the ragtop drop.
Hitting spot to spot,
nigga, I’m Grimlock.
Got a plan,
got a plot,
got a plan for your plot.
Where you’ll spend
the rest of your days,
stay, lay, and rot.
Shon the Don Lawon, Obi-Wan Kanobby.
Gotti, Vader, Camille,
posted with the homies.
Straight anatomic
on you fakes and you phonies.
It’s us and us only,
off of that Patrón-y like
Yeah, in the dungeon roaming like.

Yeah. Aye, Charlie, give ’em that game.
Sweet. My God.
Talk to ’em, Charlie.

Battle Cat,
Charlie Bereal,
BJ,
Gotti
Ill Camille