Lyrics:
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
by some bitch named Alberta over
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard of
By some bitch named Alberta over
the jungle, Tarzan (tell 'em)
I get a brick on the house
Still got a stick in the couch
I got 'em listening now
Still got codeine in my body
And I'm still
the fog, an that's your head by the log
I can smell it in the air, I can tell when its there
This is hell an we both here
Can you feel it? Tell me yeah
(ayy)
Shout to August even though we never hang when I'm in town (bitch)
Gettin' top by flight attendants, call that shit head in the clouds (ayy)
I
How the laughter and life
Filled up this silent house
Silent house
In the garden off the living room
A chill fills the air
And the lilies
I got no fucks on charity
I swear to God I'll hang it up right now
If by 2 more vowels you don't swear by me
Turn your faith in 2 seconds
Walk up
Rhyme Syndicate, a storm incubating
The Syndicate's stronger day by day
12-gauge leave suckers brutally
Layin' in the concrete, kick ya face
Your
a missing part?
The air is fresh and sunny
The sky is rinsed with rain
My mama's gonna heal you
And take away your pain
Welcome to the House Of Madam White
Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless
Smiles of cowards in lead showers
Dead spouses in red blouses
Children who fled houses on Mustang
Uh, yes, y'all, baby
Yeah, work it out
Work it out, dawg, work it out now
Uh, y'all motherfuckers
Big dawgs in the house, what?
Terror Squad,
Uh, uh, check it out (yeah)
Junior M.A.F.I.A. (hehe, mm)
Uh (I like this) Yeah, yeah. Nine-fo' (keep bangin)
To all the ladies in the place with
ass got tossed
By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
Havikk, my felonious pitch will lynch a bitch
Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke
tossed
By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
Havikk, my felonous pitch will lynch a bitch
Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke
Cause I provide
me bite them wit' the bulldog made by design
Niggas gon' give me mines
And get in line for the torture
I swear, run any closer to air
My
I'ma keep it goin' 'til 6 o'clock in the morning
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Nick]
We make hits like the mafia (mafia)
After the club hit
We dumpin over you
We do walk-bys, skip-bys, bicycle-bys
Waterhose douse-bys
Bush-in-front ya-house-bys (yes)
Bein a rider is more than sound effects
public school too
Like what's in between a 3 and 1 and House Gang, I spoke to all 3 on 1 call
Like I dropped 2 albums and #3 is 1 second from bein' done
Once I was happy but now I'm forlorn
Like an old coat that is tattered and torn
Left in this wide world to weep and to mourn
Betrayed by a maid
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in
My heart's in the ice house, come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
On a cold winter's morning to a church
alone, all together, all together in the dark
Leave it all up in the air
Leave it all up in the air
Leave it all up in the air
Ada, put the sounds
their climate controlled, original boxes
And their tea party is not gonna be ruined by an untextured roof
Check it
Roll up in my pink whip with Barbie
thousand strong with their hands in the air
Up and down like hell, yeah
So fresh, so fly, so sweet, so polite
So much, too many, but we ridin' tonight
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