Dream Team Is In The House, The - Lyrics - L.A. Dream Team

Title: Dream Team Is In The House, The
Artist: L.A. Dream Team
Composer(s): Rufus Perison, Michael Perison

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Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen
The Dream Team is in the house
Ladies and gentlemen
The Dream Team is in the house
Ladies and gentlemen in the house
Ladies and gentlemen in the house

Yes, they're here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here

Ladies and gentlemen
Have you heard?
The Dream Team is back
So spread the word

Well, hit me on the one
And don't delay
'Cuz the Dream Team is here
And gonna make your day

We came here to kill
And this our deal
But the music don't kiss it
Then the fly looks real

We gotta give it what we got
Even get us up wide
And what you need you could jive alive
So without hesitation
You'll see what we're about
The Dream Team is in the house

Yes, they're here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here

Well, I'm over your radio once again
Pretty Par D, I'm your best friend
Let's take it to the stage
Feel better by the pound
My name is Par D
And I'm gonna throw down

In case you don't know who I be
I go by the name by a snake
But I judge faces to the fact
That I'm proud to be black
Do the best that I can with my fly girl band

So ladies and gentlemen
Boys and girls
Take this funk into your world
Remember make the situation with
Steady concentration

Then you know what we're talking about
But nevertheless, you got the best
The Dream Team is in the house

Yes, they're here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here

Can you say?
Yo baby, yo baby, yo
Yo baby, yo baby, yo
Yo baby, yo baby, yo
Yo baby, yo baby, yo
Yo baby, yo baby, yo

Join us here, each week my friend
We're sure to make you rock
With me Par D and snake, puppy
Our rhymes will never stop

Fly girls, fly girls and the whole damn crowd
With a simple scream and shout
We want you all to know that
The Dream Team is in the house

Ladies and gentlemen
The Dream Team is in the house
Ladies and gentlemen
The Dream Team is in the house

Everybody in the place before we go
Is for those of you who did and did not know
The Dream Team is here
We're about to make noise til the party ends

For all the fine ladies
Let me hear you shout
(The Dream Team is in the house)

Fresh young guys
Let me hear you shout
(The Dream Team is in the house)

Now guys and girls
Let me hear you shout
(The Dream Team is in the house)

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In The House - Lyrics - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

Title: In The House
Artist: Pete Rock And Cl Smooth
Composer(s): Roberto Odindo, Corey Penn, Peter O Phillips, George Duke

Lyric:
Check it out, give me my 'spect
Check it out, give me my 'spect
Check it out, give me my 'spect
Check it out, give me my 'spect

Hit the lights and I appear beyond the stratosphere of Meccable function
And if you're pretty let your lady sleep in Carmel City
Begin and end the day on Lennon hunts for beach fronts
To lit blunts, now all agreed we're sippin' OJ with the Dom P

Bounce and bring it like it counts to be Luccified
CL is sextified and women spell me nationwide
You say you want my lips where and I can grab your what?
I love your hips legs breasts faces with the firm butt

Now feel the muscle when I hustle in the bedsheets
'Cause my manly treats can hit the fridge for more sweet
Splash, and let me do my thing 'til it's hot and sweaty
Reload the CamCorder, I guess by then you'll be ready

'Cause all my children got one life to live
But knockin' wifey out the box is clearly a negative
I'm in rugged wears with fancy facial wears
And all the real shit come in pairs, and bounce 'em in the house y'all

Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house

Back again, I'm here to win, to bust rhymes on beats again
Copycats and rug rats, sit back and watch a champion
It's time to wreck shop and show the world I'm true to hip-hop
So check the style and peace to niggaz in the penile

Now umm, it's the original funky chicken tactic
I run game on your brain for the fame 'cause I'm active
You try to follow in my footsteps, you can't do it
I'm pullin' your card it ain't hard, I don't have to prove it

It's Pete Rock and CL Smooth to the utmost
From coast to coast, the music makes you overdose
You fiend, for the gangsta lean, I makes you scream
Rugged Bro Soul on the scene

A.K.A. the funk doer, numero uno, that means
Number one I get the job done plus I pack a gun
So run, and tell your peoples you'll be on the lookout
It's all about "Who's in the House?" With the funk

Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house

Money up steps the new era of my lyrical terror
Funkadelic for lightin' up spots ever since little tots
When the dust settle I'm packin' heavy metal plenty
The drop'll slaughter many, strictly off illegal entry

It's elementary Watson, I drive a Benz not a Datsun
Before my kicks hit the stage, we've been Foot Lock-in
Body rockin' to keep the ladies flockin' with a concoction
Rippin' your blouse for no less than arrest in Morehouse

My teeth prints where my knife slits, we train 'em
And scar 'em like pits, off vibes of the Mecca joint
Vibe to position, never runnin' out of ammunition
Now to the heart, I'm steppin' with a concealed weapon

Nothing's calm when the bomb blaze you know the phrase
It's Pete Rock and CL Smooth knockin' nowadays
East side kid, you don't want none, so catch a relay
I'm lettin' off on anybody tryin' to steal my DJ

Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house

Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house

Check it out, give me my 'spect
Check it out, give me my 'spect
Check it out, give me my 'spect
Check it out, give me my 'spect

Check it out, give me my 'spect
Check it out, give me my 'spect
Check it out, give me my 'spect
Check it out, give me my 'spect

Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house

Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house

Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house

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Here Is The House - Lyrics - Black Celebration - Depeche Mode

Title: Here Is The House
Album: Black Celebration
Artist: Depeche Mode
Composer(s): Martin Gore

Lyric:
Here is the house where it all happens
Those tender moments under this roof
Body and soul come together as we come closer together
And as is it happens it happens here in this house

And I feel your warmth and it feels like home
And there's someone calling on the telephone
Let's stay home it's cold outside
And I have so much to confide to you
With or without words I'll confide everything

Here is the house where it all happens
Those tender moments under this roof
Body and soul come together as we come closer together
As it happens it happens here in this house

So we stay at home and I'm by your side
And you know what's going on inside
Inside my heart, inside this house
And I just want to let it out for you

And I feel your warmth
And it feels like home
And I feel your warmth
And it feels like home
Home, home

Here is the house where it all happens
Those tender moments under this roof
Body and soul come together as we come closer together

Here is the house where it all happens
And those tender moments under this roof
Body and soul come together as we come closer together

Here is the house where it all happens
Those tender moments under this roof
Body and soul come together as we come closer together
Home, home, home

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House Of Mirrors - Lyrics - The Ringmaster - Insane Clown Posse

Title: House Of Mirrors
Album: The Ringmaster
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen, the House of Mirrors
For just one bet, venture through this wonderful exhibit
See yourself in all the weird shapes and sizes
You, young man, would you like to go into the House of Mirrors
Well, okay

Have a good time, son
And good luck finding your way out
Wait a minute, I don't like it in here
Hey, wait a minute, let me out of here
Let there's dead bodies in here
There's dead bodies in here, I don't like it in here

Step inside, come my way
This here is your fatal day
You have lied, they have cried
Now your life has been denied

Look into the big mirror
Your reflection is so clear
Devil's head, rotting flesh
With the snakes inside your chest

In the mirror you can't hide
You've been granted Jacob's lide
Whipping fear, spinning pain
All you crying is in vain

You're the beast you never knew
This reflects the things you do
Others starving down the block
Richie's heart is like a rock

How can I make a law?
I'm just here to break your jaw
House of glass, down and up
You might get your ass cut

Mirror of life, mirror of pain
Death, I wave my magic cain
Your last words are those of fear
But they go unheard in the House of Mirrors

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the wickedest of all
Three blind mice, deepest fear
Welcome to the House of Mirrors

Magic wand, magic mirror
Timeless clock says death is near
Death is here, death is on
My king bishop takes your pawn
You can't break House of Mirrors

That's bad luck for seven years
Only in my wicked realm
Of thee untold, now unfold
Thinking back, what you do

Buy a richie home or two
Even though some down and out
You keep what you could live without
You're the beast you never knew
This reflects the things you do

Others starving down the block
Richie's heart is like a rock
First I grab, then I stab
Cut you up into a slab

Grind and twist, flick my wrist
Toss you in the magic mist
Look into halls of glass
Every mirror shows the past
With no love you kick the sin of face
Now your place is in the House of Mirrors

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the wickedest of all
Three blind mice, deepest fear
Welcome to the House of Mirrors

Three blind mice, your worst fear
Look into the deadly mirror

Welcome to the House of Mirrors, Mr. Exec
You should explain to E why ICP should let you live
As you look on I see this image in your reflection
A bigot under cover, showing no affections
To the ghettos and the hoods

Just look at you, you think for us, you're too good
Claiming all you got and you can die tomorrow
And when that shit happens, there's no pinion, no sorrow
'Cuz you refuse to lift a hand
And you know it's a blessing to help a brother man stand

And if I were you I'd fear myself
Knowing I was selfish and wouldn't let another near my wealth
You just gotta let 'em fall
You Violent J, "What up?", bash that head against the wall
And don't let him run for the door
(Where you goin, bitch?)

Make him detour to the sore
And let's wash away his bigot sins
While we welcome in some more of his bigot ass friends
And let them see what they really like
Hand-high riding the Benz and I'm a clown-riding the bike

So look closely in the mirror
You're the beast you never knew
So be the next to volunteer
To live in the hood with the ICP
Yo, J, throw away the key to the House of Mirrors

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the wickedest of all
Three blind mice, deepest fear
Welcome to the House of Mirrors

Three blind mice, your worst fear
Look into the deadly mirror

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Thug Music Plays On - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Thug Music Plays On
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Terry Lewis, James Iii Harris, Stanley Howse, Lionel Richie, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mccane

Lyric:
New millennium, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
It don't stop, it don't stop, it don't stop

The thugs is in the house
The thugs is in the house
The thugs is in the house
The thugs is in the house

Wanna see the thugs gone and wanna see the thugs gone
It don't stop while my thug music plays on
It won't stop, they wanna see the thugs gone
They wanna see the thugs gone
It won't stop, thug music plays on

I wanna holla, I need to talk to the world
The system haters, even though sometimes we tend to do right
Well look at the news, previews of all of our troubles in life
If it ain't one thing, its another they keep a composite of undercover
Really kind of disturbed us

They tryin' to make people think
That we bone thugs don't know what we do
We let 'em think that we playin' the heat
And celebratin' Eazy's victory, blowin' my week

And well it ain't that easy, being Krayzie Bone
Temptations battlin' and persuasion's rattlin' my brain
Won't go insane I'm thinkin' that's why they callin' me Krayzie
'Cause I still maintain

The thugs is in the house
We can't be stopped and we turn it out
The thugs is in the house
We can't be stopped and we turn it out

They probably thought that we would fall off
Be comin' up missing in this rap game
After 30 million records and 7 years, ain't nothin' changed
And everybody wanna be like The Bone

And you can put your radio on without you hearin' our flows
Ten toasts, to the earth, match for everyhting it's worth
'Til I'm dead and in the dirt, I'll be up there puttin' in work
Until it hurt, 'til it hurt, it be me and my niggas

Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh, my niggas
We gon' ride for the niggas that didn't make it to see
The way we, do this here, Tomb Stone and Eazy E
While we ride, niggas is probably thinkin' we nutz

Like this mission gonna self-destruct
Come again, you got us fucked up

I'm a thug by nature, gettin' this paper be the reason
That these hustlers out of Cleveland
On the come up daily creepin'
Nigga believe me, we in the house
And every time I puts it down, we turns it out

The thugs is in the house
We can't be stopped, and we turn it out
The thugs is in the house
We can't be stopped, and we turn it out

You know and I know they thought it would take us nowhere
But look at 'em thugs now we on the top, we took it right there
Thugs got what you want, we came for the music
We can always pop that trunk, pump

Everywhere we go, and everywhere we be
Everybody recognize that B O N E, man
I ain't braggin' man, my life's a blessin'
Lord, please hear me now, don't take it away
Now I learned my lesson

You can stop the hatin', but that thugster music plays on
You can count on Bone to come and rock it till we dead gone
I know we spit that shit, and some don't like it
But Bone just keepin' it real wrong is wrong, right is right

The thugs is in the house
The thugs is in the house
The thugs is in the house
The thugs is in the house

And wanna see the thugs gone, and wanna see the thugs gone
It don't stop while my thug music plays on
It won't stop, they wanna see the thugs gone
They wanna see the thugs gone, it won't stop
Thug music plays on, it won't stop

The thugs is in the house
The thugs is in the house
The thugs is in the house
The thugs is in the house

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The Crack House - Lyrics - The Elephant in the Room - Fat Joe

Title: The Crack House
Album: The Elephant in the Room
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Jesus Bobe, Brett Bouldin, Joseph Cartagena, Dwayne Carter, Eugene Dixon, Earl Edwards, Louis Freeze, Steve Morales, Larry Muggerud, Kiethen Pittman, Bernice Williams

Lyric:
I?m sleepin' on a billion dollars
Coka
I?m eatin?
Crills
I?m eatin?
(Mania)
I?m sleepin' on a billion dollars
And I say right about now New York City, ow!

Hoe no, oh Joe he did it, he's back
In the back of that black Maybach trippin?
Now blow that motherfuckin? kush up in da sky
La la la la, la la la

Bumpin? that Kanye you can?t tell me nothin' right?
La la la la, la la la la
Hand on the shotgun and I?m ridin' shotgun
Uzis, banana clips, what what? I got some

Bullets are wholesale, food stamps, coupons
Yellow mustard Phantom car and Grey Poupon
I can make it Pac Man Jones in here too long
We up a hundred grand whenever I hear a new song

C?mon, c?mon, that?s too many ringtones
2.8 what you want me to tell ya?
Make it rain and Rihanna go an? grab an umbrella
Ella, ella, ella

Holy shit, so much coke a nigga had to shovel it
So much coke a nigga change his government
Now we can all sing along for the fuck of it
Crack crack crack crack

Hey this is the crack house, welcome to the crack house
I mean I'm talkin? more plies than a frat house
This is the problem, this is not music
I hope you find it, ?cause he about to lose it

Joey don?t do it , Joey done did it
Joey keep doin? it until you?re done with it
Bring ?em to the crack house, show ?em the crack house
Take ?em to the crack house, we in the crack house

You gotta touch your toes or I?m out
Fuck a club, I got a strip pole in my house
Six million ways to make it rain, hold up
Conflicts in my chain from Angola

Convicts in my plane when we roll up
And they hustle yay not vitamin water
Fat ?cause I?m so rich, rich ?cause I?m so hood
Uzi your whole whip, nigga I?m that hood

You flow cold but Joe flow sicka
Even rappin? I'll be like Joe?s that nigger
Joe?s got it, supreme team show
These are the niggaz you compare to Joe, hello

Hey this is the crack house, welcome to the crack house
I mean I'm talkin? more plies than a frat house
This is the problem, this is not music
I hope you find it, ?cause he about to lose it

Joey don?t do it , Joey done did it
Joey keep doin? it until you?re done with it
Bring ?em to the crack house, it?s the crack house
Walk ?em to the crack house, we in the crack house
Talk to 'em

Get ?em, Joey, just get ?em, aha
Get ?em, get on them, yes
And if they piss you off, you shit on them, yes
And if they piss you off, you shit on them, ow!

Hey Weez, just stop right there
Shit I?ll let ?em go get the whole block clear
These niggas act as they are not there
And their time?s tickin? like an auto mare

First nigga pop up an? we gave them the piece
Next nigga probably leave ?em under the sheets
C?mon Popeye you talkin? to me
Ain?t nobody else runnin? these streets cocksucka

Hey this is the crack house, welcome to the crack house
I mean I'm talkin? more plies than a frat house
This is the problem, this is not music
I hope you find it, ?cause he about to lose it

Joey don?t do it, Joey done did it
Joey keep doin? it until you?re done with it
Take ?em to the crack house, they don?t want the crack house
They don?t want the crack house, kick ?em out da crack house

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Sweet Black Pussy - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: Sweet Black Pussy
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): David Marvin Blake

Lyric:
Yeah, hey, check it out

DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house
DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house
DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house
DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house

DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house
DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house
DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house
DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house

Check it out, now I be knockin' bitches like it ain't shit
'Cause I'ma playa motherfucker named DJ Quik
Yo, maybe it's the way, I hold my dick
That makes all the girlies wanna ride my tip

But some of these bitches try to act unfair
Maybe it's because my hair is longer than theirs
But I don't give a fuck, no I don't care
Because I'm like Noah's Ark, my bitches come in pairs

You see I'm 5'11", my dick is size seven
And if a hooker's fine I can stretch you a nine
It goes deep, all up in that shit
I'll fuck a pussy dry 'cuz I don't know how to quit

I'm 19, so I'm a young ass man
My eyes are brown and my skin is tan
So pull them cotton-ass panties right down to ya knees
If you wanna take part in a proper-ass skeez

I'm more than a playa, I'm more like a pimp
I love black pussy but I sure won't simp
I got the bitches on my jock like an airplane wing
And only way for me to get 'em off I have to sing

I say, "Oh hoe, don't jock me so, never ever ever wanna let me go
Once I whip this dick on you", hey, check it out
I say, "Oh hoe, don't call me no mo'
How in the fuck can I let you know that I'm a motherfuckin' troop?"

Now that oughta tell ya right then and there
That I'm a true motherfucker so ya better beware
'Cuz when we huggin' and kissin' and ya wanna get mushy
Girl ya best be prepared to fuck because I love black pussy

I can't help it 'cause I love black pussy
I got to have it just like a rabbit, black pussy
Black pussy, what kind?

Yeah and I'm takin' all the money
From these funky hoes that I be breakin'
If you say that there's another Quik then you're mistaken
I am not a coward and you'll never see me shakin'

Never breakin' lots of money that I'm makin'
If you double-cross me then I'll be your undertaker
I will never be-friend you because you are a steaker
Open up your mouth if you want some beefsteak

If you suck it long enough you'll taste a milkshake
Lyrics I am hummin', when they see me comin', suckers they
Shit, hold up man, this the wrong motherfuckin' page and shit
Shit, I need to start on the, oh okay, here we go

Black pussy, always talkin' 'bout it 'cuz I love it
Women get grown up just as soon as they let me rub it
And in a week's span, my homey Freak-Man
Sinks into so much pussy we should call him Quik-sand

Players clique
Tweety's in the cold room, Freaky's in the studio room
I am in the livin' room and Hammer's in the bedroom freakin'
Call it livin' large in 1990 because playin' be the reason
So many freaks we have to forward the calls

And when the girlies hear the
They pause and get hot, I think they know what time it is
They should know that's how we handle our biz
They shouldn't trip and call playin' a sin
Because it's in and we're all black men so we love black pussy

And ya know that because we show that
Yeah, yeah
'Cuz DJ Quik is the king of the underground scene
Yeah

DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house
DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house
And Shabby Doo is in the motherfuckin' house
And Too E Caddy's in the motherfuckin' house

And Playa Hamm is in the motherfuckin' house
And Donzelly's in the motherfuckin' house
And Greedy Gregg is in the motherfuckin' house, break it down

Yeah DJ Quik is in here for the big 9-0
Along with the O.G.P.B.C. in the motherfuckin' house baby
Yo, and we outta here, peace

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Charlie, Last Name Wilson - Lyrics - Charlie, Last Name Wilson - Charlie Wilson

Title: Charlie, Last Name Wilson
Album: Charlie, Last Name Wilson
Artist: Charlie Wilson
Composer(s): Robert Kelly

Lyric:
Yo C, You know we need to go out and do somethin' man
Got all these hot cars and hot cribs
Ain't got nobody to share it with, baby
You know what I mean? Let's go

Hey girl, how you doin'?
My name is Charlie, last name Wilson
I was wonderin' if I could take you out
Show you a good time, invite you to my house
Here is my number, girl you can call me
And don't forget it baby, the name is Charlie

With all of this fortune, what am I doin' single
Sometimes I tell myself, "Man, get out and mingle"
You don't have to be alone, you need someone to love
But bein' famous sometimes it's hard to find someone to trust

But the hell with that this time, I'm gonna treat myself
Being in love is good for your health
It's time to share this fortune and fame with someone else
Now that I'm in this club, I might as well, yeah

Hey girl, how you doin'?
My name is Charlie, last name Wilson
I was wonderin' if I could take you out
Show you a good time, invite you to my house
Here is my number, girl you can call me
And don't forget it baby, the name is Charlie

Now, I ain't got nobody to ride in my new Coupe with
Ain't even got nobody to chill with on the weekend
This is just a house, until someone makes it a home
Love don't count me out, 'cause I'm so all alone

But the Hell with that this time, I'm gonna treat myself
Bein' in love is good for your health
It's time to share this fortune and fame with someone else
Now that I'm in this club, I might as well

Hey girl, how you doin'?
My name is Charlie, last name Wilson
I was wonderin' if I could take you out
Show you a good time, invite you to my house
Here is my number, girl you can call me
And don't forget it baby, the name is Charlie

Now the reason that I laugh is because it feels like I know you
This must be one hell of a Deja Vu
Haven't I seen you somewhere before?
And I know you heard this somewhere else
And how I want you girl for sure
And that's why I'm introducin' myself, yeah

Hey girl, how you doin'?
My name is Charlie, last name Wilson
I was wonderin' if I could take you out
Show you a good time, invite you to my house
Here is my number, girl you can call me
And don't forget it baby, the name is Charlie

Hey girl, how you doin'?
My name is Charlie, last name Wilson
I was wonderin' if I could take you out
Show you a good time, invite you to my house
Here is my number, girl you can call me
And don't forget it baby, the name is Charlie

Hey girl, how you doin'?
My name is Charlie, last name Wilson

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Round Here - Lyrics - T.I.

Title: Round Here
Artist: T.I.
Composer(s): Malik Cox, Maurice Young, Justin Smith

Lyric:
Uh yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Know what it sound like
(It's the Roc nigga)
Heard
(Uh-huh, uh)
Don't be scared now niggaz
(Round here, round here)
We know you scared now
Marcy House
(Let's go, just blaze)

I let you know, how I do it round here
And I'm out eight in a morn', dawg Glock two around here
What chu move around here, and you know I keep my tool around here
My niggaz act a fool around here, yeah
My hood, my set, my strip, my P's, whatever
We down, we real, we bang forever
Put in game down here, make change down here
'Coz I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah

And I done made my way, round here
And them hoes know, I twist them like haze round here
Been made down here, blow hay round here
Ask around, them niggaz know I lay down here
Down here, yeah, and I done aired down there
But the streets was bigger, I pump the lead round here
Round here, and I'm still in my Nike Air's
Yeah, my hat leanin', I'm livin' wit no fears

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We ridin' clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

It's hot as hell, but it snows down here
You get a box of blow for no mo' then 24 down here
This is the season for the zoe's round here
If you corner who you know, you can get it for the low down here
From nickels to birds, you can get it flipped and served
For talkin' too much, be for certain, them niggaz workin'
You can buy it, from the cops down here
You know who sweat it down here, bitch it's so Crip round here
So many bitches out there, snitchin' round here
That's why every summer, bitches be missin' round here

I roll wit straight killers, thug niggaz, and drug dealers
And if they ridin' wit me, best believe them my niggaz
As for you bitches, forget about it
See the head was tremendous, but this dick is strickly business
I'll be thuggin' forever, see I'ma fighter, not a lover
I'm a hit-and-run-it, cold-blooded, motherfucka
But the hoes, they don't care down here
They be suckin' and fuckin' all year down here
They be heavy on the pill, down here
Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin' meal down here

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We ridin' clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

Oh yeah, I know you prolly never known, round here
It get hotter then the body, get the wrong idea
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on chrome down here
Brawls and ballin', ain't all that's goin' on round here
Young killers tote pistols, like they grown down here
Them young niggaz similar to King Kong, round here
A pocket full of stones, would get you on down here
So dope boy, keep ya drops like the song round here

Hey, it ain't safe for the faker walkin' home round here
Hey, the hell what we know if you ain't know round here
You say the wrong thang, will get ya back blown round here
The gangsta's rep they hood, by the zone round here
Get a hole in ya dome, 'bout ya rims down here
24's make them dubs, look like 10 down here
I'm where it is, and the biz is for us rappers round here
Money, hoes, cars, dro's is all that matters down here

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
Yeah, we 'ridin clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We ridin' clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

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Round Here - Lyrics - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment - Snoop Dogg

Title: Round Here
Album: Tha Blue Carpet Treatment
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Composer(s): Tracy Lynn Curry, Stanley Bernard Benton, A Young, Dido Armstrong, Paul Herman, Calvin Broadus, D Parker

Lyric:
It ain't safe to leave the house, fuck around round here
These niggas quick to air you out and lay you down round here
You run your mouth, niggas will put you in the ground round here
One time, don't even fuck around and come round here

It ain't safe to leave the house, fuck around round here
These niggas quick to air you out and lay you down round here
You run your mouth, niggas will put you in the ground round here
One time, don't even fuck around and come round here
Don't fuck around round here

M, L and 21st where niggas worst
Quick to put one in you first
Before they search your pockets, get that china
And where they got cha, that's where they gonna find ya

They rollin' up that nigga, that's the real shit
Or bein' slick can get you caught up real quick
Hold up, homie, don't let this money blind ya
'Cause you won't see me standin' right behind ya

Then it's times up, that's how we talkin' if he come from the Beach
Betta watch them niggas out here if they come from the East
Don't stop if I'm not out some where, so niggas can see
'Cause they don't give a fuck, you stuck if you ain't with me

My city's a beast
You can't walk through the Beach unless you walk with a piece
You can't talk to police 'cause most police is like me
They get that cheddar like they want it, take your shit in the street

They want that paper out here
Enough to come and take what's on your plate out here
Enough to have somebody take your place out here
Fuckin' around without your strap sound like a bad idea

It ain't safe to leave the house, fuck around round here
These niggas quick to air you out and lay you down round here
You run your mouth, niggas will put you in the ground round here
One time, don't even fuck around and come round here

It ain't safe to leave the house, fuck around round here
These niggas quick to air you out and lay you down round here
You run your mouth, niggas will put you in the ground round here
One time, don't even fuck around and come round here
Don't fuck around, round here

This L.A. County, nigga
If you'se a bitch then get your ass from round here, nigga
Before they come put bullets in your brain
'Cause in the hood ain't nothing really change

They tryin' to get that paper just like Uncle Sam
And just like Sam, niggas just don't give a damn
They mission is to leave your ass in pain
'Cause they don't give a fuck about a thang, it's a cold game

That's how they talkin' if they walk on the West
Betta watch yourself when out there, start protectin' your chest
These niggas come from nowhere get to takin' your shit
You get beat outside the set and that's it, homie, you're stretched

This shit is a mess
You can't walk in them streets unless you walk with your vest
You can't talk to police 'cause most police ain't gon' stress
They get that cheddar like they want it with they foot in your chest

They want that paper out here
Enough to come and take what's on your plate out here
Enough to have somebody take your place out here
Fuckin' around without your strap sound like a bad idea

It ain't safe to leave the house, fuck around round here
These niggas quick to air you out and lay you down round here
You run your mouth, niggas will put you in the ground round here
One time, don't even fuck around and come round here

It ain't safe to leave the house, fuck around round here
These niggas quick to air you out and lay you down round here
You run your mouth, niggas will put you in the ground round here
One time, don't even fuck around and come round here
Don't fuck around round here

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Round Here - Lyrics - M.A.D.E. - Memphis Bleek

Title: Round Here
Album: M.A.D.E.
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): Malik Cox, Maurice Young, Justin Smith

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Lyric:
Uh yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Know what it sound like
(It's the Roc nigga)
Heard
(Uh-huh, uh)
Don't be scared now niggaz
(Round here, round here)
We know you scared now
Marcy House
(Let's go, just blaze)

I let you know, how I do it round here
And I'm out eight in a morn', dawg Glock two around here
What chu move around here, and you know I keep my tool around here
My niggaz act a fool around here, yeah
My hood, my set, my strip, my P's, whatever
We down, we real, we bang forever
Put in game down here, make change down here
'Coz I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah

And I done made my way, round here
And them hoes know, I twist them like haze round here
Been made down here, blow hay round here
Ask around, them niggaz know I lay down here
Down here, yeah, and I done aired down there
But the streets was bigger, I pump the lead round here
Round here, and I'm still in my Nike Air's
Yeah, my hat leanin', I'm livin' wit no fears

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We ridin' clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

It's hot as hell, but it snows down here
You get a box of blow for no mo' then 24 down here
This is the season for the zoe's round here
If you corner who you know, you can get it for the low down here
From nickels to birds, you can get it flipped and served
For talkin' too much, be for certain, them niggaz workin'
You can buy it, from the cops down here
You know who sweat it down here, bitch it's so Crip round here
So many bitches out there, snitchin' round here
That's why every summer, bitches be missin' round here

I roll wit straight killers, thug niggaz, and drug dealers
And if they ridin' wit me, best believe them my niggaz
As for you bitches, forget about it
See the head was tremendous, but this dick is strickly business
I'll be thuggin' forever, see I'ma fighter, not a lover
I'm a hit-and-run-it, cold-blooded, motherfucka
But the hoes, they don't care down here
They be suckin' and fuckin' all year down here
They be heavy on the pill, down here
Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin' meal down here

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We ridin' clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

Oh yeah, I know you prolly never known, round here
It get hotter then the body, get the wrong idea
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on chrome down here
Brawls and ballin', ain't all that's goin' on round here
Young killers tote pistols, like they grown down here
Them young niggaz similar to King Kong, round here
A pocket full of stones, would get you on down here
So dope boy, keep ya drops like the song round here

Hey, it ain't safe for the faker walkin' home round here
Hey, the hell what we know if you ain't know round here
You say the wrong thang, will get ya back blown round here
The gangsta's rep they hood, by the zone round here
Get a hole in ya dome, 'bout ya rims down here
24's make them dubs, look like 10 down here
I'm where it is, and the biz is for us rappers round here
Money, hoes, cars, dro's is all that matters down here

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
Yeah, we 'ridin clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We ridin' clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

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Love Is A House - Lyrics - Force M.D.S

Title: Love Is A House
Artist: Force M.D.S
Composer(s): Geoff Gurd, Gina Foster, Martin Lascelles

Lyric:
Look for the light if you're lost in the night
I'll write your name on my door
If you ever need warmth and comfort
Darling, I'll be here to hold you near
I heard your name 'cause you'll be my security

Love is a house, you got the key
(Oh, to take me where I wanna be)
Open up and let me into your heart, baby
(Ooh, just look and you'll see)
(Love is a house and you got the key)
Open up and let me into your heart, baby

Look in my eyes, there'll be no surprise
You'll find the window to love
And I'll do anything in my power
To welcome you and please you too
But deep in my heart
(Deep in my heart)
I know you're the one for me

Love is a house, you got the key
(Oh, to take me where I wanna be)
Open up and let me into your heart
(Ooh, yeah)

Baby
(Just look and you'll see love is a house, you got the key)
Open up and let me into your heart
(Oh, oh)
Baby

Love's a house, love's a home, I don't wanna be alone
(No)
In your arms
(Ooh)
I'm happy to be, open up, let me in
(Let me in)

I'm hungry for your love again
You got the key
(Ooh)
Give it to me
(Yeah)

When the night meets the morning
I'll hear you calling my name
And baby, you know if I answer
Things will never be the same
(Never be the same)
But deep in my heart I know that you're the number one for me

Love is a house, you got the key
(Woo, baby, take me where I wanna be)
Open up and let me into your heart
(Ooh)

Baby
(Just look and you'll see that you got the key)
Open up and let me into your heart
(Ooh)

Love is a house, you got the key
(Love is a house, love's a home, I don't wanna be alone)
Open up and let me
(Oh)
Into your heart
(Open up)

Baby
(Open up, let me in, I'm hungry for your love again)
Open up and let me into your heart
(Oh, darling)

Love is a house, you got the key
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
You got the key
(Oh, oh)

Love is a house, you got the key
(Oh)
You got the key
(To take me where I wanna be)

Love is a house, love's a home
(Oh)
I don't wanna be alone
In your arms, I'm happy to be
(Ooh, yeah)

Open up
(Open up, baby)
Let me in, I'm hungry for your love again
(Ooh)
You got the key
(Hey, hey)
Give it to me

Love is a house
(Your love is a house)
Love is a house
(Your love is a house)

Love is a house
(Love is a house)
You got the key
(And you got the key)
You got the key
(Just come on home)

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The Big Issue - Lyrics - Chumbawamba

Title: The Big Issue
Artist: Chumbawamba
Composer(s): Nigel Hunter, Louise Watts, Judith Abbott, Darren Hamer, Paul Greco, Duncan Bruce, Allan Whalley, Alice Nutter

Lyric:
There are those, spend the night
Under bridges
Over by the river, down in the park
Through the winter
But there's a house that I know
Safe and warm
And no-one ever goes there
Down where the priests, bless the wine

She's been born into the wrong time
She keeps nonsense on her mind
She's a poet, she's a builder
She's as bored as bored can be
She's a have-not, she's a know-all
She knows just how to say, "Yes"
She's skating frozen chaos
Till the no good Gods are dead

But sometimes in the dead of night
Woken by the city lights
She wonders how she keeps alive

This is the girl who
Lost the house which
Paid to the man who
Put up the rent and
Threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home

She's a clueless social climber
Likes the wrong side of the bed
She's a pick-me-up and she's a
Drink-to-me in the company of friends
She's tried every variation
She's so common, she's so cold
She's homesick for a future
Can't stomach what she's told

On every street in every town
All her days are up and down
At home among the lost-and-founds

This is the girl who
Lost the house which
Paid to the man who
Put up the rent and
Threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home

Here's the good Samaritan
Looks away and carries on
Looks away and carries on

This is the girl who
Lost the house which
Paid to the man who
Put up the rent and
Threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home

This is the girl who
Lost the house which
Paid to the man who
Put up the rent and
Threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home

This is the girl who
Lost the house which
Paid to the man who
Put up the rent and
Threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home

This is the girl who
Lost the house which
Paid to the man who
Put up the rent and
Threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home

Thank you for every tree and flower
Thank you for every sky of pool
Thank you I should be every hour
Truly thanking you

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The Big Issue (Acoustic Version) - Lyrics - Chumbawamba

Title: The Big Issue (Acoustic Version)
Artist: Chumbawamba
Composer(s): Nigel Hunter, Louise Watts, Judith Abbott, Darren Hamer, Paul Greco, Duncan Bruce, Allan Whalley, Alice Nutter

Lyric:
There are those, spend the night
Under bridges
Over by the river, down in the park
Through the winter
But there's a house that I know
Safe and warm
And no-one ever goes there
Down where the priests, bless the wine

She's been born into the wrong time
She keeps nonsense on her mind
She's a poet, she's a builder
She's as bored as bored can be
She's a have-not, she's a know-all
She knows just how to say, "Yes"
She's skating frozen chaos
Till the no good Gods are dead

But sometimes in the dead of night
Woken by the city lights
She wonders how she keeps alive

This is the girl who
Lost the house which
Paid to the man who
Put up the rent and
Threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home

She's a clueless social climber
Likes the wrong side of the bed
She's a pick-me-up and she's a
Drink-to-me in the company of friends
She's tried every variation
She's so common, she's so cold
She's homesick for a future
Can't stomach what she's told

On every street in every town
All her days are up and down
At home among the lost-and-founds

This is the girl who
Lost the house which
Paid to the man who
Put up the rent and
Threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home

Here's the good Samaritan
Looks away and carries on
Looks away and carries on

This is the girl who
Lost the house which
Paid to the man who
Put up the rent and
Threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home

This is the girl who
Lost the house which
Paid to the man who
Put up the rent and
Threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home

This is the girl who
Lost the house which
Paid to the man who
Put up the rent and
Threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home

This is the girl who
Lost the house which
Paid to the man who
Put up the rent and
Threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home

Thank you for every tree and flower
Thank you for every sky of pool
Thank you I should be every hour
Truly thanking you

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Blood Is Thicker - Lyrics - Double Up - Mase

Title: Blood Is Thicker
Album: Double Up
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Adam Duggin, Mason Betha

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Lyric:
What, what? For my family, nigga
This for my family, nigga, H-World in here, yeah
All Out in here, Bad Boy in here, yeah
Some nigga's don't never learn, don't never learn

You know we used to see eye to eye, now, it's just hi and goodbye
You gon' go against the fam', damn, why you wanna die?
I know where you reside, right there on the East Side
Street wise, I don't just roll alone, we ride

Loon all, smoked up, Meeno wanna rob you
J might feel you, Hud wanna kill you
Mase wanna let it slide, Stase wanna get you high
And walk you in that wrong building

Now, you at the wrong place and it's at the wrong time
You got a long face 'cause now you see this long nine
But whatchu lookin' scared for, nigga?
You only in some things, you ain't prepared for

It ain't that you not my man but Mase my man more
And family is the only thing I stand for
Blinky Blink, yo, I know a lotta nigga's tell you this, dog
But I would die for you nigga

Blood is thicker than all this here
Don't be worryin' 'bout the cars, the clothes
The money or these hoes
Blood is thicker than all this here
'Cause anything you love in life
You can't take it when you go

Blood is thicker than all this here
Don't be worryin' 'bout the cars, the clothes
The money or these hoes
You know blood is thicker than all this here
You heard me, blood is thicker than all this
Blood is thicker than all this, blood is thicker than all this

I'll be whatever you call this
I'm Cash Money like them Hot Boys in New Orleans
That thin vest you got on, slugs'll go through all this
And burn you, so when you see me salute and fall in

I'm real and only the real would understand me
Got love for my nigga's that's why the chicken's can't stand me
Wasn't for your mami, I woulda got the Grammy
But that's what nigga's get goin' against they family

Know a boy dealin' with Stase, get dealt with manly
Whatchu think the cops could do? Come and can me
Bell was Plan A, nigga's go wit Plan B and end no where
Cuda Love or Cardan, bein' what about Dre

That's my nigga, goin' against Stase I clap my nigga
When money involved it get solved with automatics
You don't mess wit' me
You mess wit' Hud and there you have it

Blood is thicker than all this here
Don't be worryin' 'bout the cars, the clothes
The money or these hoes
Blood is thicker than all this here
'Cause anything you love in life
You can't take it when you go

Blood is thicker than all this here
Don't be worryin' 'bout the cars, the clothes
The money or these hoes
Blood is thicker than all this here
You heard me, blood is thicker than all this
Blood is thicker than all this, blood is thicker than all this

And truthfully, a nigga can't do nuthin' to me
On the real you know my nigga B.I.G. used to school me
Said never do a show for less than a QT
If a nigga get to you, he gon' get through me

And if a mugger move wrong, I put one in his coffee
If a nigga shoot at you, you know he gotta shoot at me
More then less, my mother used to warn me for the best
Said Mase, nigga's gon' love you, nigga, long as you fresh

Long as you hot, long as you cop
Long as you not that nigga who be doin', never come through the block
But think about it now Mase, who wouldn't love you a lot?
You take nigga's around the world with girls suckin' they cock

But just because a nigga ride witchu, fly witchu, high witchu
That don't mean when bullets come, he gon' die witchu
It be them niggas you be knowin' that long
You be killed, run up the block with your new Rolley on

Don't be quick to flip a nigga brick and spend what's on
'Cause if they recognize you stole them pots, bring the war
Now you, could skate now or stick around
But don't be afraid to call the name when this all go down

You feelin' me now? 'Cause if I'm showin' you something
That you never seen then you gon' shake when you see
This dusty M-16 come off the shelf
I know we kill for what but what they brought

Nigga we came to kill you, got the gun put in sto'
And what about the block nigga's, can't get nuthin' in his coat
'Cause them the same nigga's we took 'em on, they wanted to smoke
So leave them niggas there

Blood is thicker than all this here
Don't be worryin' 'bout the cars, the clothes
The money or these hoes
Blood is thicker than all this here
'Cause anything you love in life
You can't take it when you go

Blood is thicker than all this here
Don't be worryin' 'bout the cars, the clothes
The money or these hoes
Blood is thicker than all this here
You heard me, blood is thicker than all this
Blood is thicker than all this, blood is thicker than all this
(I'm a Harlem World nigga)

Fuck Harlem World
I'm a BK nigga, fuck BK, I'm a BX nigga, fuck BX
I'm a QB nigga, fuck QB, I'm a Long Island nigga, fuck Long Island
I'm a Jersey nigga, fuck Jersey

I'm a Down South nigga, fuck Down South
I'm a up North nigga, fuck up North
I'm a West Coast nigga, fuck the West Coast, yo
I'm a East Coast nigga, fuck East Coast
I'm a Midwest nigga, fuck the Midwest
I'm a A-T-L nigga, fuck A-T-L

Where all my Bad Boy niggas? Fuck Bad Boy
Where all my Ruff Ryder niggas? Fuck Ruff Ryder
Where all my Suave House nigga? Fuck Suave House
Where all my Cash Money nigga? Fuck Cash Money

Where all my Harlem World niggas at? Fuck Harlem World
Where all my Tennessee niggas at? Fuck Tennessee
Where all my Chi-town niggas at? Fuck Chi-town
Where all my St. Louis niggas at? Fuck St. Louis

Where all my B'more niggas at? Fuck B'more
Where all my Philly Philly niggas at? Fuck Philly, yo
Where all my VA niggas at? Fuck VA
Where all my North Cackie niggas at? Fuck North Cack

Where all my South Cackie niggas at? Fuck South Cack
Where all my L.A. niggas at? Fuck L.A., yo
Where all my Texas niggas at? Fuck Texas, yo
Where all my Detroit niggas at? Fuck Detroit
Where all my Miami niggas at? Fuck Miami
Where all my Little Rock niggas at? Fuck Little Rock, yo

Now, I ain't gon' be screamin' all these nigga's names
Man, I'm outta here

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Mad Crew - Lyrics - Return Of The Boom Bap - Krs One

Title: Mad Crew
Album: Return Of The Boom Bap
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Mad
So in the clubs, I get mad
On the mic, I get mad
On the beats, I get mad

Yo, I got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

I be chillin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm rollin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Come on

See, this is what I'm sayin' and I know you don't see this
Wack, underprivileged MCs think they can see Kris
They watchin' too much television and they rocka
This ain't the TV show "Taxi" and I ain't Lotka

I break an MC off proper, yo, don't check me
Ask your Moms and Pops, yo, they respect me
But here you stand, tryin' to get yours but gettin' nothin'
You probably can't spell "Boogie Down" or "Productions"

I play for jeeps, I play for keeps, I play for streets, believe me
Put down the microphone and consider a squeegie
You're rated PG, again I win when I begin
I'm slammin' again, no win, try to comprehend, I don't bend

I ravage and damage, I'm wild like a savage
I'm kickin' asses, hot flashes, your style's with trash's
Stay out of my classes, punk, stay out of my classes

Yo, I got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I be chillin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

I'm rollin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
And I be drinking with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Come on

It's the pros in her house
I said it's the pros in her house
Fuck that shit
It's up down in her house

Twinkle, twinkle to the little rap star
I got all type of MC tongue in a pickle jar
So here's a quick freestyle to my target
My core audience, fuck the rest of the market

'Cause I spark it, styles, I loan shark it
Then break your legs if you try to chart it
I got heart, it doesn't take a lot to rock a record, get with it
Some MCs can't rock for five minutes

Sorry, that's not the way to approach me
Use caution, I rip up lyrical crews and MCs often
You probably don't know this
I give birth to MCs and I also give abortions
I'll do a number to your body structure

You look like supper
And I'm that hungry motherfucker
You don't wanna be on the menu
I'll end you, twist you up and bend you like Gestapo

Pick up the microphone and crush up MC like a taco
No, we're never sad because we nah deal with sorrow
That's why dem challenge me
Jah man you know dem challenge trouble
Me are number, one of me there is no double
And you don't want no trouble
'Cause Blastmaster KRS is flashin' lyrics on the double

I got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm chillin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

I'm rollin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm drinking with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
And I be coming with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Check, me comin' on quick, me cominadance, now me a sing
KRS-One in a party, man, me do me own ting
Nuff MC test but you don't hear vowel one
All you hear is when the BDP crew slap them up

We have the champion belt and lyrical cup
Any DJ, they want my title filled, no way now man, step up
But when you lose, now understand you get fucked up
This ain't no game upon the mic, me bring the noise to you like Chuck

I got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm chillin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

And I be coming with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm rollin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Kid Capri got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
Gang Starr got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Ill Will got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
Flavor Unit got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Check it out
Just make some noise

Big shout out to all the real
Hip-hop [Incomprehensible] in the house
And all the phoney DJ's
Who tried to battle [Incomprehensible] this year
Understand, I got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

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