Mr. Ray & The Little Sunshine Kids Singers - In the Haunted House lyrics

[Silencer] Silencer comin at you Comin to snatch you mira My enemies are gonna die Como un victima de elsida, k**a I stand alone nobody's able to battle The Silencer with amuniton Strappin 7 hollows Southern Cali be the state No mistake f** a fake And I be the one creepin around Deigo every day Makin money every day You better be stayin up out of my way So keep away Silencer is here to stay Comin and gunnin you runnin I got amunition with no competition I got my ambitions I go on a mission I write the versus on the paper Never ever trust a fake and that's on the real ese Enemies are gonna die for talkin sh** ese Baggy pants creased up And I kick it with my thugs If you ain't one of us Then to you there is no love Makin the rap Strappin the gat Silencer is creepin up out of the sight With a homicide like that Ready to take you off the map [Chorus: Low Profile Artist] Califa Thugs.... Up in the house ese Califa Thugs.... Will take your money And your spouse ese Califa Thugs.... Are gettin drunk And smokin an ounce ese Califa Thugs Thugs Califa Thugs Thugs [2x] [Youngster] We're the united don't you fight us Murder more murder, slippin and rippin Down for the cryptin Down for the pimpin the b**hes Hoes love it you know bout to be finished Now I win it be the ways Droppin the sh** with bunch of Dons I got you to that sh** that be spittin Mothaf**as now it's on Smokin the sh** out of the bong bong Gettin high like Cheech and Chong It's that vato Lil Youngster So now I'm gone gone [Grouch] Gotta be down with the bang man Mothaf**as just can't hang man While mumblin the same thing And wonderin if I gang bang Well homie press your luck And their gonna see the bullets rang And the pepas on the chain gang And the pepas want to know my real name But to me it's all the same When I'm puffin on Ms. Mary Jane Cause she's helpin me to main tain main tain [Silencer] I'm comin you runnin And you hoping You want to know some thing I'm comin in the middle of the city Be sellin you b**hes be dumb Ain't nobody ready to battle The Silencer Continue to go on a mission And k** me the sons of the b**hes Burn up their bodies to turn them to ashes Ashes [Chorus] [Mr. Sancho] I'm out of sight Despite the color of the night I'm creepin up on you in alley With no witnesses in sight, right Givin me a difficult way of life Needin a cuete to stay alive Callin me 24 7 Not Low Pro fans What are they sellin Jealousy mixed with Heniseey That's what haters be Walkin up to me Tellin me they love my CD Gracias por to opinion supe mi motivasion escribo otra cancion por que encontre mi pasion Hypocrite trying to imidate But he can not duplicate So we had to hate And now we debated Trucha Cause this sh** got personal Not nessecry to involve my family I'm so violent and so versatile Ready for combat When ever you're ready Don't get the baja I'll still slice you like confetti There's no way to avoid It's better without being unemployed Pero yo leta is some thing que no soy [Chorus]