You scrap niggas too animated like The Incredibles Let this beef go around like the twenty six's It's young Game of flame, welcome to the House of Pain
Ordered Gucci off the internet and sold it in the yard Sucker went dead broke in just three hours After the transaction his house turned towers I called his momma up, she said she feel my pain
The world wants us dead like the way in them cages We came in, we cock em, we got what we wanted Years from now they'll say that your house is haunted
I see a packed house in different color body suits I'm in the front row, chillin' on the down low Checkin' her dogstyle, she's [Incomprehensible] I'm from the back
Lost in the Sahara, From trial and error Confused with 3 meals for Sister Sara Bearer, digestin' minerals in abundance Because the dead is not known to return from
take ya back down memory lane and give ya some of that wicked shit and I'ma do this right here for all my CPT G's in the house Check this out [ VERSE
Enlarge my territory Place Your love and protection over me at all times Help me Keep me away from evil, somebody answer me Allow me not to cause pain
us from sportin' Ben Davis Shootin' at your neighbors ('Cuz sometimes I feel like a nut, don't give a fuck when I open ya up) Hot rocks fly from the back
follow in the footsteps of the homies from the hood And where's the role model? Niggas putting brew In my fuckin baby bottle, damn And through all the mothafuckin' pain
nigga be bringin' the pain Ho's Still stand too tall and never fallin' Player haters perpetrate Standin' too close because we ballin' No competition But they wishin' they could dodge 5-0 Lay back
In the muthafuckin' house Niggas on the run in the house Little hawk & bird in the house I say da foe in the house New style in the house Geah Muthafuckas
'ma take ya back down memory lane And give ya some of that wicked shit And I'ma do this right here For all my CPT G's in the house Check this out As
Don't believe them when they tell you, you'd be better off dead Living in the thunder, driving me insane Can I get a witness to take away the pain?
be different than the last time I swear I'm gonna turn from a hobby and a pastime Tomorrow gonna be better than today (yeah) This will wash the pain
'd ask her how? I mean why? What kind of love from a nigga would black your eye? What kind of love from a nigga every night make you cry? What kind of love from
reply when he called He didn't knew she was innocent guilty But it'd come to that He found the back door open So he stole into the house Where he found
wig Animosity Least of all tops is ta watch ya back Life or Death 'cause ya never know if ya breathed ya last breath. [Chorus x2] [C-Murder] I'm already dead
the world not welcomed tears shed in pain never dry all my days I behold her cry "Nothing you say worth hearing All that you do brings me back to you