SlaughterHouse - House Gang (Prod. By DJ RellyRell) | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• SlaughterHouse
• House Gang (Prod. By DJ RellyRell)

[Hook]
Me and you, (we coming),
Your mama and your cousin too (It don't matter, we coming)
Every rap bitch just in love with you (Don't matter, we coming)
We coming for 'em,
Know what we do, why we do, how we do it
(we coming)

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9\"]
I said the kid's the dog
Everybody dying, no lying
Living the life of a serpant
My enemy said some shit
I'm rolling up in the Viper
To wipe him, it's perfect.
Rifle dispersin'
(Come out your house!)
This is offense of my legit to get a blind defense
This reminds me of Joey checking Consequence (Everyone enjoy their day!)
I sound calm but in my mind I'm hunting you down
Like you trying to climb the fence.
Split your spleen while you with your queen.
Fuck the mood of the room I like it ain't no thing
Obama take away my right to bare arms
I'm putting a sweater around the uzi
And walking around with it like it's my toy dog
Your boy bark like augment, augmentation takes place
Often that they face off
You callin' me sober, so what, save the shit
I done drink so much I don't even know what being famous is.
The difference between the dealers and the A-list bitch
All I know is I'm a hot sniff away from doing a play to Taylor Swift
That'd be the day you haters wish
That day I'm standing up at that platform at the Grammy show
Dressed up like The Dream living a nightmare
God can throw up at the shoulder of an addict
I'm Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston wrapped up in the plastic package
My only true concern is what I'm going through after rapping
Maybe I'll clap your ass and just do life
Fore I break in this new knife.
All I wanted to do was...

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Rappety, rapppety, rappety, rappety rap
That's all I'm good for?
Nah, I was that nigger that asked you why you in my hood fo'?
Well then your uncle should have told you
I'm gon' need that chain you wearing
No hard feelings
No hard feelings, since I know the people you said you kinfolk to
Won't be no killing
Though I'm willin' to leave you spillin'
Like oil when they fuck up drilling
I'm no villain
I'm just playing the hand I was dealt
We all grew up in a full house
We border children
Straight from the project, faces flush, just finish stealing
This ain't no pokerface boy!
Ain't no bluffin'
All that huffing and puffing for what?
You giving up something, either your life or that ice
Back in the days the yaowa was a trap
Scribbling raps up in my trap.
Don't keep calling me this uhh, here rapper
I MC, get it right, Jack Dempsey with the right
Mayweather with the left
Pacquiáo say goodnight.
You don't wanna box me papi, your footwork sloppy
I'll knock anybody out
That ain't no punch line I'm like Rocky
I'm a quarter of the Slaughter
Four fourths of a New Yorker
You know the aura
? Chinese food order, Ortiz

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Crooked I ]
My goon level be equal to Beanie Sigel
Shooting out of a moving vehicle from the seat of a jeep eagle
Then I’m switching the jeep eagle ditching it for a cheap regale
Come back with a street sweeper and continue to sleep people
When I squeeze lethal shots you meet evil
Drop the street sweeper cope the d eagle
Pop your sea regull
Hemisphere, the end is near, nigga the menace here
Bitches asking me if Em is here
Shit he probably playing tennis in his lair
Rocking the diamond worth the city of venice in his ear
While I’m getting more chin than
Hold on that shit is weird
I was gonna say getting more chin than a nigga tryina enter the guiness with his beard
Shady Records getting the ladies naked using baby effort
While you niggas inviting hoes to your crib
Knowing your spot is smaller than those on a baby leopard
Get on my level, may

SlaughterHouse еще тексты