Lord Infamous - Club House lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Lord Infamous Black Rain b**h Club House Click, Crime Click connect Son of b**h, Black Rain motherf**er BLAY! [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] Soze the silent a**a**in (?) .50 cal (?) rifle boy Krügers, Myers Michael Machete cut off your vital signs Rip his spine, blow yo mind With this nine, get the pine Grab the shovel then I cover head with lime Got that burial right on schedule No help and (?) with medical His brain is goin' arial When Infamous let this metal go Scarecrow is (?) ballistic I'm making a n***a a f**in' statistic Refrigerated, cremated Nightmares made realistic [Verse 2: Mac Montese] It's been a long time Since my Crime Click jumped in the booth For life ain't changed over the years, still a n***a remainin' true Who I be: Mac Montese I'm from the streets where they don't sleep And if you know me then you know That I'm a beast up on these beats See I stay on the grind so you know that I'mma shine If you lookin' you can find me, I'm probably on yo mind It's my life, how I live, it's my life, how I feel It's my life, one of the truest to do this music But I'mma keep it real Still fresh, still fly, so high, no lie I keep smokin' on that OG by the gram, man it's so fi'e From the Crime Click to the Club House This sh** will never stop I been doin' this for 15 years that's how I know I'm hot [Verse 3: II Tone] Yeah I'm back once again, just to let the world know Magnolia in this b**h, the Crime Click in this hoe No remorse-lifestyles of a goddamn thug Bet that that you got a d**h wish in yo blood On the robbing spree see that that I'm never gon' change In the (?) of a stranger South Side run this mane Yeah it's life after d**h when you livin' in the inner city Busta a** n***as run yo mouth - I'll leave you sh**ty k**a from the dark side quick to pull they Glock I smoke a blunt of something b**h and run up in yo spot Clicked up, make a stang, yeah I caught you slippin' Slippin' better watch ya a** b**h for the (?) rippin' [Verse 4: Yung Madness] I paint the picture for a motherf**in' faker A hell of a n***a on the block that's makin' this paper Seven days a week mane everyday I wake up I be whippin' work so I can't sleep until I cook the shake up I won't rest until this diamonds round my b**h Made from Jacob Bigger than the L on the jersey of the Lakers (Slam dunk a b**h) A co*ky young n***as set ya playa But if it ain't money you talkin' hoe then get yo weight up Yeah I swag it up, I'm the one they talkin' 'bout Fishscale, hot pots, none but raw comin' out The number one trapspot, Magnolia got that Everything movin' in and out my homies 'bout that We bout that [Verse 5: Big Cheese] (?) crooked and (?) you gonna need yo life All this pressure don't bust my pipe ... of that tiger strike ... I can't stop sayin' f** it If you won't rip a cushion then go outside, they duckin' It's sick and serious out there and they won't shed a tear Only s** is up in my blood, I don't know how to fear ... maintainin', hella chop I be slangin' Slang a chopper off in yo face find a dimple for gods sake I grew on that asphalt ain't nothin' that new to me Sold my soul to a gangsta beat (?) snow, that's the G in me Sold all my (?), sprayed 'em out in the streets Now call me King Refugee, doctors come to my pharmacies