House Gang House Gang
House Gang House Gang
And you know how we ride
In that Sl playin SLV
On the house, get �em
Guess who�s back, turnin� the track in the mix made for diabetics with diarrhoea, think it�s just sweet
All the MC, even though I�m all about money
I found time to throw it away with swiss beats
House Gang, hardest fools �round
Don Juan�s up, garden tools down
Black Rolls Royce ridin� up the coast
Niggas left me for dead, I came back in that Ghost
The resurrection
Can�t spell sex without the letter X so this is a letter to every X
I�m sexin�, I get the best aura, no question
Pectoral shit, we ouchea flexin�
Yea, that�s the Slaughterhouse team
Looking down on ballers as if we as tall as Yao Ming
Fly is what we are without wings
Like scientist studyin� the environment, we all about green
I fuck who nigga I want
I let you more comin� from
Told me I wouldn�t go far
Am I nobody to a star?
If that�s where you�re takin� me
You�ve been mistakin� me
I�m still here amazingly
If you can, thank God for making me who I am
These raps from a smoker�s lungs
Climb the ladder to success, get the broken wrongs
See I�m now never guessin�, was a token bum
Mail box full of subpoenas, I might open one
Guess the cops didn�t learn that these warrants don�t phase �em
Live in my mind, how could bars ever cage him?
Give me a break, I�m a law abiding citizen
And I kill the cell mate if there�s nothing there
Some say that I�m mean
Now they got it fucked up, I just say what I mean
It was never �bout money, I was chasin� a dream
And now I�m proof that rage can beat the machine
I took being the sickest way over being the richest
If you focused on me I ain�t doing half bad
Right there in the airs, I solemnly swear
That the joke was on me but I got the last laugh
I fuck who nigga I want
I let you more comin� from
Told me I wouldn�t go far
Am I nobody to a star?
If that�s where you�re takin� me
You�ve been mistakin� me
I�m still here amazingly
If you can, thank God for making me who I am
My real name, my rap shit
No bed frame, just a mattress
Tryna light the stove, lookin� for a book of matches
Losing in a hole but your medals getting practice
Flickin� drow action
In a zip lock from an old package
Niggas better be lucky that I�m so passive
I�m a blow pass it like a coke habit
You afraid of me then you afraid you�ll ever flow massive
I sit a raid and fit it over Beau Jackson�s jeans horse shoe
Under the horse polo relaxin�
With a horse shotgun and a porchlight
And the horses brag
You be doing horse tryna call cab
A merrier with the New York of swag
Got me a cast as Massachusetts, I be throwin� in the Boston crap
This a toast to the streets
Where they eat your food down to the bon apetit
So don�t turn your cheek
My real name, my rap shit
The Messiah of real rap shit
Nod your head, make a face like you�re sitting on the toilet
And it�s real hard to crap shit, yea I make that shit
Put it gat clappers on a silver night
Who opens soda to the right? You know
Switch your gat backward
I wrote a track with a tack in my gen sport
So who the fuck said I don�t do this for the backpackers?
Come on
One hit in my piff and you call if I got pot
Top notch at the minimum cost
Do me a favour, take your little nix and get lost
The only time you get to pee is when I�m pissin� you off
I mean ringin� the bell, everybody would tell you the same thing, I�m thorough
And I could still kill in the field where they kill cause I�m real, never ran, never will
I fuck who nigga I want
I fuck who nigga I want
I let you more comin� from
Told me I wouldn�t go far
Am I nobody to a star?
If that�s where you�re takin� me
You�ve been mistakin� me
I�m still here amazingly
If you can, thank God for making me who I am
House Gang House Gang
And you know how we ride
In that Sl playin SLV
On the house, get �em
Guess who�s back, turnin� the track in the mix made for diabetics with diarrhoea, think it�s just sweet
All the MC, even though I�m all about money
I found time to throw it away with swiss beats
House Gang, hardest fools �round
Don Juan�s up, garden tools down
Black Rolls Royce ridin� up the coast
Niggas left me for dead, I came back in that Ghost
The resurrection
Can�t spell sex without the letter X so this is a letter to every X
I�m sexin�, I get the best aura, no question
Pectoral shit, we ouchea flexin�
Yea, that�s the Slaughterhouse team
Looking down on ballers as if we as tall as Yao Ming
Fly is what we are without wings
Like scientist studyin� the environment, we all about green
I fuck who nigga I want
I let you more comin� from
Told me I wouldn�t go far
Am I nobody to a star?
If that�s where you�re takin� me
You�ve been mistakin� me
I�m still here amazingly
If you can, thank God for making me who I am
These raps from a smoker�s lungs
Climb the ladder to success, get the broken wrongs
See I�m now never guessin�, was a token bum
Mail box full of subpoenas, I might open one
Guess the cops didn�t learn that these warrants don�t phase �em
Live in my mind, how could bars ever cage him?
Give me a break, I�m a law abiding citizen
And I kill the cell mate if there�s nothing there
Some say that I�m mean
Now they got it fucked up, I just say what I mean
It was never �bout money, I was chasin� a dream
And now I�m proof that rage can beat the machine
I took being the sickest way over being the richest
If you focused on me I ain�t doing half bad
Right there in the airs, I solemnly swear
That the joke was on me but I got the last laugh
I fuck who nigga I want
I let you more comin� from
Told me I wouldn�t go far
Am I nobody to a star?
If that�s where you�re takin� me
You�ve been mistakin� me
I�m still here amazingly
If you can, thank God for making me who I am
My real name, my rap shit
No bed frame, just a mattress
Tryna light the stove, lookin� for a book of matches
Losing in a hole but your medals getting practice
Flickin� drow action
In a zip lock from an old package
Niggas better be lucky that I�m so passive
I�m a blow pass it like a coke habit
You afraid of me then you afraid you�ll ever flow massive
I sit a raid and fit it over Beau Jackson�s jeans horse shoe
Under the horse polo relaxin�
With a horse shotgun and a porchlight
And the horses brag
You be doing horse tryna call cab
A merrier with the New York of swag
Got me a cast as Massachusetts, I be throwin� in the Boston crap
This a toast to the streets
Where they eat your food down to the bon apetit
So don�t turn your cheek
My real name, my rap shit
The Messiah of real rap shit
Nod your head, make a face like you�re sitting on the toilet
And it�s real hard to crap shit, yea I make that shit
Put it gat clappers on a silver night
Who opens soda to the right? You know
Switch your gat backward
I wrote a track with a tack in my gen sport
So who the fuck said I don�t do this for the backpackers?
Come on
One hit in my piff and you call if I got pot
Top notch at the minimum cost
Do me a favour, take your little nix and get lost
The only time you get to pee is when I�m pissin� you off
I mean ringin� the bell, everybody would tell you the same thing, I�m thorough
And I could still kill in the field where they kill cause I�m real, never ran, never will
I fuck who nigga I want
I fuck who nigga I want
I let you more comin� from
Told me I wouldn�t go far
Am I nobody to a star?
If that�s where you�re takin� me
You�ve been mistakin� me
I�m still here amazingly
If you can, thank God for making me who I am