Geah

In the house

(Come on)

In the muthafuckin house

(In the muthafuckin house)

The VIII Hype thugs

(Geah)

Geah

(Stick em)



(Ain't nuthin to it

But to do it)



[ VERSE 1 ]

Call it what you want, but I need some ends (some ends)

Cause without no ends, you gots no fuckin friends (no friends)

Tired of pacin the damn flo' in wholly sweat socks

Graduated from the fuckin school of hard knocks

Moms used to kick me down with some loose change

First summer when I start tryin to gangbang

Everythang I was sportin was the color blue

(Geah) Gave a mad fuck who I threw it up to (come on)

Dip through, and you gon' get put on yo back

159 gees strapped with Macs (that's right)

Now let me down this St. Ides, cause it's all good

Another experience when you're growin up in the hood

I'm givin a fuck about school, a damn about moms

Droppin plenty of bombs while passin car alarms (that's right)

I got this glock cocked ready, and I'ma shoot it

(Ready and I'ma shoot it) Ain't nuthin to it



(Come on)

Ain't nuthin to it

But to do it

But to do it

But to do it

Ain't nuthin to it

But to do it



[ VERSE 2 ]

Moms kicked me out at the age of 15

Cause she ain't havin this (ah-ah), her son a street pharmacist

Had them clucks hoppin faster than jumpin jacks

1st and 15th tryin to get off them 50 packs (wassup?!)

Hop my spot on the corner, "What you need?"

Got my fuckin clientele, yes indeed (yes indeed)

I play it off like I'm in school, at the bus stop

Slingin this muthafuckin cavy to your moms and pops

I stacks my chips and dips

All around the neighborhood flossin, hoodrats I'm tossin

The park rolls too tough

Not givin a fuck about 'don't do drugs' and that dog McGruff

(Ha-ha) My 50s turn to c's

And pretty soon my c's turn to big-ass ki's (come on, ugh)

Geah, baby, you know how we do it

(That's right) ain't nuthin to it



Somebody say

Ain't nuthin to it

But to do it

But to do it

But to do it

I said

Ain't nuthin to it

But to do it

(Who in the house?)

VIII Hype in the house

(That's right, come on)

Ain't nuthin to it

But to do it

But to do it

But to do it

Ain't nuthin to it

But to do it



[ VERSE 3 ]

We go out for the dollar bill (bill)

Niggas that kill (kill), tryin to be loc like Sugarhill

Our shit's on tight, better yet late night hype

Keep your shit on cool before you say goodnight

For good (geah)

Ain't no fuckin with the notorious hood

Ain't never hesitant

To clock them fuckin dead presidents

We got connections from east to the westside

Illegal runners who drops in a g ride (run, run, run)

Packs and stacks of fat grips

Nationwide service as we as we send em little bitches on trips

(That's right) Ain't a damn thing funny (ah-ah)

Like I say again, it's all for the money (it's all for the money)

So listen how the ego's strive

Ain't no Dolly Parton, fuck workin 9 to 5

(Workin) ain't nuthin to it

(Geah, fool) but to do it



Geah

And that's how it's goin down in the 9 to the 6

With a bag of tricks for that bitch-ass

Geah, uknowmsayin?

So take a journey to the Hub, uknowmsayin?

And you'll experience a new thang

Dealin with the Hub City players, uknowmsayin

The Westside, uknowmsayin?

Give it up for prices that niggas just got to fuck wiht

Tryina get it, uknowmsayin, that pro shit

VIII Hype thugsters in the house

Somebody take me out

Geah

Ain't nuthin to it

But to do it

But to do it

But to do it

Ain't nuthin to it

But to do it

(But to do it

But to do it)



You wanna make money? 

Nuthin to it, nuthin to it, nuthin to it

Play on your honey?

Nuthin to it, nuthin to it, nuthin to it

Smoke some bud'?

Nuthin to it, nuthin to it, nuthin to it

Be a VIII Hype thug...

Shit, that's kinda hard to do, big baby