(feat. Fes Taylor) [Intro: Fes Taylor] (Homicide Housing, Homicide Housing) Yeah, yo Deck, what up baby? (Homicide Housing, Homicide Housing) Yeah, La Deini, yeah LIS, real deal (Homicide Housing, Homicide Housing) 2-4, fuckin' with the Undadogz (Homicide Housing, Homicide Housing) Yeah, you know, House Gang, uh huh (Homicide Housing, Homicide Housing) Carlton Fisk, D.C., Verrazano (Homicide Housing, Homicide Housing) [Fes Taylor:] Yo, you dudes been talkin' too long now I'm 'bout to put a stop to you niggas Cash flow layin' em all down Nobody make a move, don't make me take your jewels The game is guidelines, get killed if you brake the rules I ran with criminals who stroked dimes, chickens, pigeons too Young black and successful, I'm livin' proof See me in the Benz in the hood Fit two thousand dollar engine under the hood, I'm doin' good Projects still give me respect, war paint cover my face Lookin' like a Indian vet, silly you slept I crept like, Freddy Kruger with the luger Nice enough to tear your group up, you too souped up I shoot up corners like dope fiends, come from the smoke screen We made men, used to be broke jeans Now we spend a hundred grand on kicks and shit Middle finger up for New York pricks and dicks Ya'll rich but, not up for quick pick I still blow a dip stick, will killa max, soak it in liquid Isaiah throw back from the Pistons, I jump in the rim I'm doin' my thing, lookin' like Sonny Liston [Donnie Cash:] Nigga this is Homicide Housing, the backbone to stack stones Where we hustle hard, better ya'll get our scrap on Mothafuck a job, get our crack on, niggas wanna war? Get our clap on 38-revolver or the mac on, the walls with our backs on I fall, then I'm back on, I'm off, then I act on Of course I'm the Cash Don Juan, get my mash on long Is my ass on, ya'll ain't gotta pass on Have me perform strong arms with no mask on Arm palm black chrome, I'm Saddaam in the black form Bomb in my crack bong, everybody act calm P.L.O., we back on, House Gang even my spouse bang, relax ma Somethin' like a pimp, get my slap on Somethin' like the infa', your back gone Soon as you act wrong, I blast arm Anybody you wit' it, 'cause anybody can get it Shots ricochetin' off the briddicks Goin' in and out of your fitted [Chorus:] Homicide Housing Homicide Housing Homicide Housing [Carlton Fisk:] Even though I murder with bars You can catch me in a club bar, bathroom restortin' the stall Like catch you by yourself, see how gangsta you are And I don't give a fuck if you are, it's off with your watch And them pink and yellow rocks in your chain, come off the ring Before I tear your Face/Off, worse then Nicolas Cage Spit fire, a massive rain And the features on my face when I move is hard to acitane Carlton Fisk, House Gang known for heat When I come through, exhale, like slow leaks Yes a lord, paper tastin' the street Hood money let my gun go, for victims of the ghetto I'm deep You look stupid with a closed mouth tryin' to eat If you an animal, then rip, tear and claw the meat I need American, cheddar in the Porter jeans So my seed could have a coup to fifteen, to breeze Give my nigga Raider Ruckus like a mountain of weed Plus 1.5 for a song to key on With the house with the basketball court and the pond Why Anna aims on the swing, look at your dress Ice Cream baby face, little girl you a mess True rider, don't give a fuck, I'm hotter then ya'll Take five, House Gang, and we liver then ya'll [Chorus: to fade]
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Fes Taylor) [Intro: Fes Taylor] (Homicide Housing, Homicide Housing) Yeah, yo Deck, what up baby? (Homicide Housing, Homicide Housing) Yeah, La Deini, yeah LIS, real deal (Homicide Housing, Homicide Housing) 2-4, fuckin' with the Undadogz (Homicide Housing, Homicide Housing) Yeah, you know, House Gang, uh huh (Homicide Housing, Homicide Housing) Carlton Fisk, D.C., Verrazano (Homicide Housing, Homicide Housing) [Fes Taylor:] Yo, you dudes been talkin' too long now I'm 'bout to put a stop to you niggas Cash flow layin' em all down Nobody make a move, don't make me take your jewels The game is guidelines, get killed if you brake the rules I ran with criminals who stroked dimes, chickens, pigeons too Young black and successful, I'm livin' proof See me in the Benz in the hood Fit two thousand dollar engine under the hood, I'm doin' good Projects still give me respect, war paint cover my face Lookin' like a Indian vet, silly you slept I crept like, Freddy Kruger with the luger Nice enough to tear your group up, you too souped up I shoot up corners like dope fiends, come from the smoke screen We made men, used to be broke jeans Now we spend a hundred grand on kicks and shit Middle finger up for New York pricks and dicks Ya'll rich but, not up for quick pick I still blow a dip stick, will killa max, soak it in liquid Isaiah throw back from the Pistons, I jump in the rim I'm doin' my thing, lookin' like Sonny Liston [Donnie Cash:] Nigga this is Homicide Housing, the backbone to stack stones Where we hustle hard, better ya'll get our scrap on Mothafuck a job, get our crack on, niggas wanna war? Get our clap on 38-revolver or the mac on, the walls with our backs on I fall, then I'm back on, I'm off, then I act on Of course I'm the Cash Don Juan, get my mash on long Is my ass on, ya'll ain't gotta pass on Have me perform strong arms with no mask on Arm palm black chrome, I'm Saddaam in the black form Bomb in my crack bong, everybody act calm P.L.O., we back on, House Gang even my spouse bang, relax ma Somethin' like a pimp, get my slap on Somethin' like the infa', your back gone Soon as you act wrong, I blast arm Anybody you wit' it, 'cause anybody can get it Shots ricochetin' off the briddicks Goin' in and out of your fitted [Chorus:] Homicide Housing Homicide Housing Homicide Housing [Carlton Fisk:] Even though I murder with bars You can catch me in a club bar, bathroom restortin' the stall Like catch you by yourself, see how gangsta you are And I don't give a fuck if you are, it's off with your watch And them pink and yellow rocks in your chain, come off the ring Before I tear your Face/Off, worse then Nicolas Cage Spit fire, a massive rain And the features on my face when I move is hard to acitane Carlton Fisk, House Gang known for heat When I come through, exhale, like slow leaks Yes a lord, paper tastin' the street Hood money let my gun go, for victims of the ghetto I'm deep You look stupid with a closed mouth tryin' to eat If you an animal, then rip, tear and claw the meat I need American, cheddar in the Porter jeans So my seed could have a coup to fifteen, to breeze Give my nigga Raider Ruckus like a mountain of weed Plus 1.5 for a song to key on With the house with the basketball court and the pond Why Anna aims on the swing, look at your dress Ice Cream baby face, little girl you a mess True rider, don't give a fuck, I'm hotter then ya'll Take five, House Gang, and we liver then ya'll [Chorus: to fade]
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