[Intro: P.C.]

Yeah, yeah, House Gang in here, House Gang here

You know, House Gang here, House Gang here



[Chorus x2: P.C.]

You betta, run nigga when I'm grippin' the pound

You betta, duck nigga, start hittin' the ground

Real niggas don't talk, we'll lay you down

This ain't a game, we ain't playin around, listen



[Donnie Cash:]

Donnie a animal, and I don't give a shit if you mad

Here's a gem, where's your pen nigga, get at your pad

You got your limbs, you should sit and be glad

Cause I could send a lot of men up in if every little kid in your pad

You think I'm kiddin', put the shit in the bag

Or put your lips in the mag

And kiss the tip while the shit is on blast

Life's a bitch but I'm feelin' the ass, I'm tryin' to feel on her ass

Rub on her tits, put my dick in the abs

Couple flips and I'm killin' the Ave.

I've done had a couple whips out this bitch, but I'm feelin' the Jag'

It had gotta be the ice in my chain, that got 'em icin' my chain

And watchin' my watch, thinkin' 'bout icin' my frame

I'm poppin' they top, more range snipin' they brain

They oxygen stop, Donnie get right with his aim

And even for the pettiest cake, I eat your food

Put your head on the plate, squeeze the two with the lead in your face



[Chorus x2]



[Carlton Fisk:]

You thought I gripped the pump

The way the song blast through your speaker makes your system jump

Loose Linx we ridin' what, Homicide Housing

Late for a nigga, iodine in the cut

Pure animal, muzzle your mutt, it's money to touch

House Gang bangin', now who's fuckin' with us?

Nothing's enough, pound the eagle

If you talk like a bird, I'mma feed you shells, bleed you

My House Gang come in a huddle, scream defense

And cut you, all my animals itchin' to touch you

Little niggas fittin' to rush you, and we House Gang

The type that do hits, rob and hustle

And we break bread, them and the feds, Y. Million dead

Shabaam's snitch ass, cut off his dreads

Look we got hit, survived the nigga that hit 'em die

Front in his momma's eyes, now she hollerin' 'why'

This is my life, I roll with dice, banks stockers hate

When I come trips, seize your c-lo twice

You don't like me, but your bitch think G.C. nice

You need no life, freeze when I see your ice



[Chorus x2]



[P.C.:]

Yo, ya'll niggas ain't blastin' slugs

You don't live what you talk, you ain't half the thug

Ya'll know P.C., I'll blast a thug

Get them body bags, Deck, let's wrap him up

And I don't think, he wanna be the first to get it

Head shots all day, I'll reverse your fitted

These streets, I got work put in 'em

When I break niggas down, it take more then a nurse to fix 'em

Got a mean team, Ice Water, call us a dream team

Still on a street corner keepin' the fiends pleased

D.T. scheme while I'm chasin' my cheese

But you know me, I breeze when they tell me to freeze

From a live block, my block, it's one of them hot blocks

Hustle all day, I ain't punchin' the time clock

You on the wall, I ain't comin' for dolo

Rebel I.N.S., back me up, dumpin' the fo' fo'



[Chorus x2]