Live Son - H.G. is My Life lyrics

[Hook: unknown singer] I'm an Animal, Animal, and House Gang is my life And I'm gon' ride til I die, ride til I die, til the day I lose my life I'm an Animal, oh, and House Gang is my life And I'm gon' ride til I die, ride til I die, til the day I lose my life [Donnie Cash] f** you know about this Animal life, I'm from Homicide Housing By the thousand, n***as handling pipes And we wilding in the cameras and lights, don't give a f** Who we touch, we demanding these rights It's like we stuck to our hammers for life, so let the cannons ignite From our fam, raid the cannon for life Hold your steel, when you hope a n***a fronting, feel like jumping Got to still waiting, so it's nothing to slump, I'm still taking And if I'm lying I'm dying, and if I'm dying It's somebody coming with me, so somebody come and get me Donnie, you can find me in the lobby, where ya kids be Shotty to the body, and your wisdom Ain't no problems, I ain't hiding, come and get me I'm riding, and my squad is coming with me That's Donnie, n***a... [Hook: unknown singer] Don't under estimate me, because I rough with upstate and blow torch But oh, oh, oh, you don't know You can't take one blow, no, no, no, no [Hook] [La Banga] It ain't nothing to knife you down, box you up Knock you out, use cold water to wake you up Since something horrific await to shake you up To get me aggy, it really don't take too much The weed, the haze, that had me, calm, but I'm ready to jump Not off ecstasy, but when my team thump It's a family feud, homage should only be paid by dues I know k**as, who pump John Coltrane for mellow moods Or Al Green when they riding on beef Heat, under the lap, on top of the seat Easy to back out, for unexpected New York streets And the magnet to the problems it bring, that come with it We run with it, survival of the fittest, and you can't f** with it Go the bus ticket, straight out of dodge Or hit the I-9-5, do a ninety in the car Get up out of here, as fast you can, we know who you are [Hook] [Carlton Fisk] Don't you know when that Animal, end of your sight Either feed him or run for you life It's a concrete jungle, and I'm all right Yankee fitted, white Nike's, and I know apply pressure, bust pipes And my HG's, UD'z, we just the type To do you in, that's my Annamette, checking the ruger And my Animalz, stay strapped, packing maneuver Clappin' is usual, Homicide Housing is crutial Smoke purple when the shadow cops circle the ha**le Oh, it's natural, that's the way Animalz play I'mma ride til I die, that's how what Animal live Stay grizzly, Carlton Fisk, that swift, four fizzy With the Lex key, and a thorough inspectery Same sh**, different day, know me, the Fugitive's back And off parole, cause them f*ggots couldn't hold me Donnnie Cash, my little homey, La Banga, House Gang Co-D [Hook] [Outro: Carlton Fisk] House Gang... Urban Icons... UD'z... UndaDogz... and we Animalz Gat y'all n***as, watch out... Yeah... Ruckus...