Mother f**kers
I move to break your a** with my gun
Gimmie some, I want all your cash
And get those hands in the air
And don't stare
And don't compare your gangster a**
To a psycho stare
I go to tackle
You in shackles
So run, n***a, run
'Cause I give you some of this, wacko
Rollin' thirty
n***a's bleed in the big Chevy
Guns go 'round your whole town
F**k, you better be ready
And if you down, you down
If not, you're gonna lose
I choose the side of the black, fool
Holdin' on, pullin' on
Your whole set
Disrespectin' your moms
So n***a's you better check
So who's the n***a
With the biggest balls
Who's the n***a with the finger
On the trigger in the dark hall
So don't stall, I preach from the nasty bunch
R.O.C. is the nig with the super bust
So boom, click, boom
Mother f**kers, check your rhymes
Call it what you want, mother f**ker
Yeah, call it what the f**k you want
You can call it this
You can call it that
But yo, it all boils down
To the same f**king thing
F**k it
I'm tired of standin' in the back
They're tryin' to ban my sound
I 'rose underground
Groose, a-groose
Try to grasp
This stupid style
I leavin' hangin in a meat (?)
Check it
Nuts in hand
While I chastise you fools
I choose to make rules
And do's whatever I choose
Known as a tiger
So I fight for my respect
b**hes on my dick
You better put that b**h in check
You can dig the music
I can tell by the head bob
Workin' all these wack jobs
And keep that sh** alive
Change it up on a grave scene
I make green
Broke than a f**kin joke, man
Know what I mean
Caught you slippin'
Insanity is prickin' my mind
It's all jealousy
Leave that sh** behind
House of Krazees on that a**
With the hellish talk
All you wack a** b**hes
Call it what you want
Yeah, House of Krazees remix, b**h
Nineteen mother f**king ninety five
Remix on that a**, call it what you want
Eh yo, you can call it this
You can call it that
It's like I said before, yo
It all boils down to the same thing
Well let me tell you
I f**k around and bring my sk**s
So I can scrape the bottle of the barrel
And pay my bills
I was homebound
With my home sweet home
After season of the pumpkin
You thought I was gone
But now I'm back
And I'm bustin' heads wide open
No jokin'
no need for provokin' bullsh**
The controversy of a mind check
Everybody wants to diss
Well, who's next
Can you f**k with a mind full of (?)
sh**, we built the house
No need for eviction
Can you believe the truth
And a pack of lies
Can you see the k**er
Behind the disguise
Peep the scene
I bring fast and never slow
Kickin' my fastest
To let your b**h a** know