Mother fuckers I move to break your ass with my gun Gimmie some, I want all your cash
And get those hands in the air And don't stare And don't compare your gangster ass To a psycho stare
I go to tackle You in shackles So run, nigga, run 'Cause I give you some of this, wacko
Rollin' thirty Nigga's bleed in the big Chevy Guns go 'round your whole town Fuck, you better be ready
And if you down, you down If not, you're gonna lose I choose the side of the black, fool
Holdin' on, pullin' on Your whole set Disrespectin' your moms So nigga's you better check
So who's the nigga With the biggest balls Who's the nigga with the finger On the trigger in the dark hall
So don't stall, I preach from the nasty bunch ROC is the nig with the super bust So boom, click, boom Mother fuckers, check your rhymes
Call it what you want, mother fucker Yeah, call it what the fuck you want You can call it this You can call it that But yo, it all boils down To the same fucking thing
Fuck it I'm tired of standin' in the back They're tryin' to ban my sound I 'rose underground
Groose, a-groose Try to grasp This stupid style I leavin' hangin in a meat (?) Check it
Nuts in hand While I chastise you fools I choose to make rules And do's whatever I choose
Known as a tiger So I fight for my respect Bitches on my dick You better put that bitch in check
You can dig the music I can tell by the head bo Workin' all these wack jobs And keep that shit alive
Change it up on a grave scene I make green Broke than a fuckin joke, man Know what I mean
Caught you slippin' Insanity is prickin' my mind It's all jealousy Leave that shit behind
House of Krazees on that ass With the hellish talk All you wack ass bitches Call it what you want
Yeah, House of Krazees remix, bitch Nineteen mother fucking ninety five Remix on that ass, call it what you want Eh yo, you can call it this You can call it that It's like I said before, yo It all boils down to the same thing
Well let me tell you I fuck around and bring my skills So I can scrape the bottle of the barrel And pay my bills
I was homebound With my home sweet home After season of the pumpkin You thought I was gone
But now I'm back And I'm bustin' heads wide open No jokin' no need for provokin' bullshit
The controversy of a mind check Everybody wants to diss Well, who's next
Can you fuck with a mind full of (?) Shit, we built the house No need for eviction
Can you believe the truth And a pack of lies Can you see the killer Behind the disguise
Peep the scene I bring fast and never slow Kickin' my fastest To let your bitch ass know