Mother fuckers

I move to break your ass with my gun

Gimmie some, I want all your cash



And get those hands in the air

And don't stare

And don't compare your gangster ass

To a psycho stare



I go to tackle

You in shackles

So run, nigga, run

'Cause I give you some of this, wacko



Rollin' thirty

Nigga's bleed in the big Chevy

Guns go 'round your whole town

Fuck, you better be ready



And if you down, you down

If not, you're gonna lose

I choose the side of the black, fool



Holdin' on, pullin' on

Your whole set

Disrespectin' your moms

So nigga's you better check



So who's the nigga

With the biggest balls

Who's the nigga with the finger

On the trigger in the dark hall



So don't stall, I preach from the nasty bunch

R.O.C. is the nig with the super bust

So boom, click, boom

Mother fuckers, check your rhymes



Call it what you want, mother fucker

Yeah, call it what the fuck you want

You can call it this

You can call it that

But yo, it all boils down

To the same fucking thing



Fuck it

I'm tired of standin' in the back

They're tryin' to ban my sound

I 'rose underground



Groose, a-groose

Try to grasp

This stupid style

I leavin' hangin in a meat (?)

Check it



Nuts in hand

While I chastise you fools

I choose to make rules

And do's whatever I choose



Known as a tiger

So I fight for my respect

Bitches on my dick

You better put that bitch in check



You can dig the music

I can tell by the head bob

Workin' all these wack jobs

And keep that shit alive



Change it up on a grave scene

I make green

Broke than a fuckin joke, man

Know what I mean



Caught you slippin'

Insanity is prickin' my mind

It's all jealousy

Leave that shit behind



House of Krazees on that ass

With the hellish talk

All you wack ass bitches

Call it what you want



Yeah, House of Krazees remix, bitch

Nineteen mother fucking ninety five

Remix on that ass, call it what you want

Eh yo, you can call it this

You can call it that

It's like I said before, yo

It all boils down to the same thing



Well let me tell you

I fuck around and bring my skills

So I can scrape the bottle of the barrel

And pay my bills



I was homebound

With my home sweet home

After season of the pumpkin

You thought I was gone



But now I'm back

And I'm bustin' heads wide open

No jokin'

no need for provokin' bullshit



The controversy of a mind check

Everybody wants to diss

Well, who's next



Can you fuck with a mind full of (?)

Shit, we built the house

No need for eviction



Can you believe the truth

And a pack of lies

Can you see the killer

Behind the disguise



Peep the scene

I bring fast and never slow

Kickin' my fastest

To let your bitch ass know