Lyrics:
Producers, pour out your heart into the rhythm
DJ's pay bills develop skills
And respect the architecht as we begin to build
And check the blueprint,
My niggas
We violence
We moving in silence
We send off them shots
To your brothers house
No need to compete
Cause this drip
Is free
I’m to high
on that ass, that's an ass-state
Roll-roll-roll my weed on it, that's an ass tray
Say, Ye, say, Ye, don't we do this every day-day? (Huh?)
I work them
on the phone thinkin this is ill
After a 30 minute ( ? ) K said, "You're runnin up my phone bill
Come inside maxin," he didn't even have to run it
(She said
to compare, i was there,
Saw it firsthand, in this house you have no command, i guess being respectful isn’t part of his plan,
Bela was on the way
Guns, shootouts and crack sales
Black males who pack jails, trapped in hell
No peace, cold streets, surrounded by po-lice
This whole week,
a chain
Cah' we black
Imagine now, big gold chain full of rocks
How you no see the whip
Left scars pon' me back
But now we have a big whip
Parked pon'
the house for the young ladies
And when you come inside, into the front,
You do the freak, spank, and do the bump
And when the sucker MC try to prove
on the way
Little blessings on the way
House by the lake on the way
Baby call say she on the way Ima give it to her like ey
Tell the devil dont come round my
embrace,
We dive deeper into this risky space
With every kiss, we tempt fate's hand,
In this dangerous love, where we both stand
Verse 3
In the silence
Bonaparte meets Joan of Arc
(Shh) we're both fightin' the sea, this is Noah's ark
We're lovers with a broken past, grow apart
Most things that last have
years have gone away
Left me here with their bills to pay the fire that once consumed my insides
Is doused by my sunken rain cloud eyes
So god can you
suckin' in the fak house,Them cluckas and them crackheads, yo, tidying the crack house,Me with my homies in Che, we be ruling the fak house,The fucking
know I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
That stash house, we in and out
the bartender if you think we lie
But if you think we high, nigga, think again
'Cause when it's sink or swim
You got to think to win
And if I drink this
crazy and that I've lost my mind
But I'm crazy like a fox my friend, because this you should know
Taxpayers are paying all the bills for my White House
somebodies kid
The daughter of a mother who had trusted me
To have her in the house before the morning hit
How do I tell her this?
I'm sorry we were out
the bartender if you think we lie
But if you think we high, nigga, think again
'Cause when it's sink or swim
You got to think to win
And if I drink this
surrounded her birth.
She was taken home by her father who had negative intentions towards her (he actually wanted her dead so he could have all that was
sense, I got taste
Girls come to my house to have an orgy parade
I just hit 'em like this and leave 'em horny for days
My daddy said I'm a prince, now I'm
have!
But this sound you can hear;
the tempest beats upon the House
as it would beat upon a drum,
that is no sound to fear.
For the sound to fear
kids, what if we had that and what if we had this
What if we had kids
What if we had keys to the house that we bought
What if we pay bill and what if we
Hey where you going
Don't walk away from me
I said where you going
Your gonna disrespect me in my fucking house
I pay the bills here for you and your
You call me up at six, come 'round, undressing in my house again
Your t-shirt's on the floor, yeah we're undressing in my house again
You know just
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