Lyrics:
Devil be gone! I'm leaving (yeah)
See, that's what y'all get for underestimatin me and Suga Free.
We told y'all we was magical, way back in 1996.
While y'all drive match box,
I push the hot wheels,
Don chichi wit' da mass appeal,
Lettin' champagne spill,
From my house to my grill, see,
All
competition
I run my lyrics like
The Irish mob in Hell's Kitchen
The House Of Pain in effect, y'all
I say the House Of Pain is in effect
You know
Yeah, yeah
Yeah I cheat and I fuck other bitches
Y'all just lame sucker-for-love ass niggas
Su.F.L.A.N! Go ahead and spell it out
I gets my love
to pay and a family, I'm workin' hard
But I got a life too, so I throw on my shoes and I live it y'all
I'm fresher than a peppermint and cold
better feeling than running raw
Chain gang link I need a shrink
What y'all niggaz think I'ma do when I get real money
Iano keys played in series
With the killas all (Bang out)
Hot combs your dome, put your pistols up
(Bang out) thug niggas, they getting money
Y’all ready to (Bang out)
Time to show
goes on? (A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I don't know, but check me on out
Bitties, y'all be flippin' (uh-uh, ya buggin')
Bitties, y'all be flippin' (uh-uh, ya
revolutionary, evolutionary
Bulldozer, leave y'all with troops to bury
Clean sweep if ya smell fear in these mean streets
It's instinct, life's a bitch and she's
batter
Chorus: repeat 2X
It's like this y'all, it's like that y'all
I got a Hieroglyphics baseball bat y'all
It's like this y'all, it's like that y'all
I
you gon' go up and down
(Up and down-down, up and down, up and down)
Kinda like a yo-yo
(Up and down-down, up and down, up and down)
Y'all ain't
Gun smoke (Gun smoke)
Gun smoke (Gun smoke)
Put my Glock down, that's a no-no (No-no)
When I wear my suit, I tote my .44 (.44)
Y'all ain't killin'
Braveheart for life
[Repeat: x8]
"Z-z-z-zone out"
So y'all wit me? Yea, what, yea
Why don't y'all blast on these niggas, man
Tuck in your
Bigga baby, ball like a dawg
It's enough of me to go 'round for both of y'all
Me and my clique, we the t-shirt gang
50 niggas deep, going "bang bang
gleam from one ring
They let me let y'all niggas know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of living,
Everyday is like a movie, so you know we had to pursuit it
First joint murda musik
A yo y'all niggas 'gon feel it
The hood is running wild
Every clique
hurt me.
I'm strange enough to change. Y'all use these tools and then pervert me. Deranged enough to change
Don't know why I do these things that hurt
Slick Rick] "For all of y'all,
keepin y'all in health"
I getz buzy
I getz buzy on this track, cause I getz buzy
Malik getz buzy on this track, cause I
fucking reptilian
Bitch, bitch, ah
All y'all bitches was wrong
Talkin' 'bout I fell off (off)
You ain't even get on (on)
Bitch, bitch, yeah (yeah)
All
chasin' me
Hey Y'all
They be dancin' with me
Hey Y'all
We're in the place to be
Hey Y'all
[x2]
Well when there is stuff like this
C'mon off in the club
[Verse 1]
Bust it, from the dick I'm dissin all y'all punk crews
y'all wack and won't even think of punchlines I don't use
And to the niggas whose
ain't so crystal clear
So, while you sit back and wonder why
I got this fucking thorn in my side
Oh my god, it's a mirage
I'm telling y'all it's
ain't so crystal clear
So, while you sit back and wonder why
I got this fucking thorn in my side
Oh my god, it's a mirage
I'm telling y'all it's
slick, niggas is dicks
Y'all got beef for life now 'cause that bitch is a trick
Ay yo fuck that, close the gate
And lower the shade
Then a shot
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