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Utwór: Put tha house on it

  • wykonawca: Eightball
  • wyświetleń: 814


     [Talking]
  I remember (I remember)
  Right before I used to go to sleep (right before I used to go to sleep)
  Me and my mom (me and my mom)
  My mom used to tell me to say (my mom used to tell me to say)
  Now I lay me down to sleep (now I lay me down to sleep)
  I pray to the lord my soul to keep (I pray to the lord my soul to keep)
  If I shall die (if I shall die)
  Before I wake (before I wake)
  I pray to the lord (I pray to the lord)
  My soul to take (my soul to take)
  
  So much drama in a nigga life
  I have to take the scenic route home, and check the closets at night
  Not afraid of the dark, just what the dark hides
  Killas with they facemask, tryin' to get my safe cash
  If I catch 'em should I blast, nigga?
  Hell yeah
  Cause if they catch me up in they shit, I'ma dead man
  My eye for your eye, that's what the pages read
  By any means necesary, thats what Malcolm said
  So I'ma a roll like a 20 inch mo-mo
  Fuck a lot of hoes, make dough, and kick the bo-bo
  It's hard but fair
  MJG told your bitch ass
  Quick fast, I make my shit last, and put you in the past
  Don't ask cat, go get a mask and a gat
  Snatch a nigga wife, and make her tell ya where them bitches at
  Mafia style, break the code and I'ma break your back
  Straight up dogg, I put the house on that
  
  Chorus:
  What you wanna do?
  Go to war man?
  Well, talk is cheap, and the game done changed
  Fights, only midnight gun blaze
  So I say
  Watch your back and don't come around my way
  
  [Talking]
  What must be
  What shall be
  That which is necesity to him that struggles
  Is little more than choice to him that is willing
  
  One of them fake niggaz, I'm hot like TNT
  Blow up, and have you standin' in a puddle of pee-pee
  See me, you couldn't do if you sight was 20-20
  My lyrics so fat they made me go and call Jenny
  Used to be poor like penny, not Anferne, but Janet
  Until I unleashed my poetry upon the planet
  Harder than granite
  Player haters can't stand it
  White folks would ban it, cause they children demand it
  Tryin' to live a life, I've been fightin' to escape
  Earnin' my respect, and never takin' breaks
  Breakin' cakes
  Everyday I'm on a paper chase
  Shake and bake
  Just so I could double up my ri-up
  We buck, but don't nobody wanna find that out
  Murder niggaz lyrically instead of pullin' my gat out
  Now I'm on some hard core, makin' me a mill shit
  Nothin' but the real shit
  Soldier in the field shit
  Feel this,
  Nigga life will never slow it down
  You need to do like New Edition baby, cool it now
  One of us gon' chill, it's gon' be me or you cat
  Fuck what you heard, I put the house on that
  Bitch
  
  Chorus
  
  [Talkin]
  You know (you know)
  I want you to remember (I want you to remember)
  Heaven is above all {heaven is above all)
  And death is the judge that no king can corrupt (and death is the judge that
  no king can corrupt)
  And hell (and hell)
  Hell is only the truth (hell is only the truth)
  Seen too late (seen too late)
  Can you dig that? (can you dig that?)
  
  Lord forgive me for the anger that I feel today
  Give me the strength to be a man, and turn my cheek the other way
  The devil in the form of my enemy has tested me
  Now I must retaliate before they get they best of me
  No name callin', hoe, I wouldn't give you the pleasure
  So you can run and tell niggaz that I'm the one jealous
  Oh yeah
  I'm supposed to fall for that punk shit
  All you did was sign a contract, to get your ass kicked
  Blasted
  Found in a ditch with your wig split
  Thinkin' that we niggaz on some rappin' kiddie kid shit
  Dig this
  Is my success a threat to you?
  Nigga why you hate me, cause I do the shit I do?
  Be true, nigga spit it or forget it
  If I'm the one wrong, I'll be the first to admit it
  And then we can get down, any way you want it
  My nigg 'Twan told me
  Ball, put the house on that mayne
  
  Chorus
  
  [Talking]
  Yeah man
  To mothafuckers that don't understand this shit man
  Know what I'm sayin'?
  Nigga better feel me this time
  I ain't goin'
  You know what I'm talkin' about man?
  Check this out man
  Shit makes me hot man
  Bitch ass niggaz man
  Talkin' that shit man
  Know what I'm talkin' about?
  Tryin' to let these niggaz know
  Bitch
  It ain't no playin' no more mothafucker
  Yeah
  Bet them hoes felt that
  Don't come around my way
  

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