Lyrics:
time it is
T.S. in the house, yo T.S. in the house
[Fat Joe]
Yeahhhhhh.. like this!
Chilly Dee (represent, and uh)
Gizmo (represent, and uh)
(ooh, you know you got going on)
Uncle Mike is in the house (this ain't a R&B song)
Bob Power is in the house (you got it going on)
Tim Latham is in
born Uptown, the Boogie Down
If you bring your whole crew I shut 'em down!
I'm known from state to state, for shootin down punks
I'm another wild nigga
tellin' me don't run the streets
So tell me am I wrong?
For tryin' to communicate through a song
I'm up early in the mornin', by sunrise I'll be gone
we are fragile and would be damaged by
An encounter with the thing we dread
The active variety is something most
Of us have experienced at
Some point
shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be beloved by Men
He who the Ox to wrath has moved
Shall never be by Woman loved
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
can be
Where a wild eyed misfit prophet
On a traffic island stopped
And he raved of saving me
Have I been blind
Have I been lost
Inside myself
In the diamond market
The scarlet welcome carpet
That they just rolled out for me
I've walked these streets
In the mad house asylum
They can be
(Zaytoven)
I was trappin' loud
(Trap) , out the vacant house (Yep)
My nigga how
(How) , you tryna take my style? (Aw)
All my niggas wild
(Wild) ,
Three gyal ah fuck inna mi house
Somebody cyaan' save me (preach)
Me never born rich, me born crazy
Too dry, da style deh wan' gravy
Too fly, dem
a pinball machine and a hockey table
My condition in the morning was perfectly stable
But at night ya boi would be critically wild
He was a charm but the EJM
to act insane
B-before Pete rocked it on
Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain
With the building to be born
Yo, RZA flip the track with
move so far away
To live their lives, only call sometimes, we'll learn to be okay
But one day we will long for the chaos of this crowded, messy house
your friends know
I only call you when it's half past five
The only time that I'll be by your side
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When
life in exchange for yours
Born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin
From a lack of gettin love
Won't nobody tell me shit
Till I got
grace, He's in the house
Listen, there may be one in the building
Haven't been born again
You can feel His Holy Spirit if you just
Stretch out your hand
fight death and his curse?
And if it's kill or be killed, you best be driving that hearse
Wild in these streets
Wild in these streets
Demons in my
Can find each other in the crowded streets
And the guarded parks
By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees
With the battered barks
And they walk
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real n****s
That
Two dope I was born form two fiends
Greenberry hustlers all about their cream
La Puente teens living triple beam dreams
Fly kicked the rock but
What you gonna do?
Get it popping now
It ain't no stopping now, busters we knocking out
(You must be off that rum) I was born to bust
Some say I
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real niggas
That
At the end of our time we stand
Hold the cross by the iron hand
Holy Christ in your command
We call on the dark
Be the last of the human kind
With no
to have fun
Singin' born to be wild at the top of their lungs
If the house is rockin', don't bother knockin'
If the house is rockin', don't bother
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