(feat. Housegang)



[Intro: Carlton Fisk]

Marksmen Productions, House Gang, Animalz

U.D.'z... I.N.S., I see you, daddy (we on the rise)

Diz' I see you, daddy, hold ya head, B.S.

Big Den, London, rest in peace Why Million



[Chorus: Carlton Fisk]

It don't matter if it's heaven or hell, dead or in jail

You put me there, and I'm all right (Animal rights)

It don't matter what hood, I'm good, any state, I'm straight

I'm getting cake, and I'm all right (Animal rights)

It don't matter what habit or ghetto, classic or metal

I got mine, and I'm all right (Animal rights)

It don't matter where you from or you at, nigga, front and get clapped

I stay strapped, and I'm all right (Animal rights)



[Carlton Fisk:]

House Gang clap together, wack whoever

Porsche Kayan, '04, the color of pepper

See you fronting when I pass through, my plate got cameras

I'mma House Gang, Animal, nobody can handle us

Roam the strip, quicker than ya Nextel flip

Run ya lips, I'm not the next to trick

Overnight, bagging extra clicks, war infered submachine

Extra clips, mini stash lab, extra kicks

I'm on G street, rolling the purple

While these little niggaz pumping cracks, walking the circle

And some say I'm negative, somedays, and some way

I remind all these new niggaz of the old way

Trey eight special, dirty lurking in hallway

How could I be scared to death, when I'm not scared of death

Bitch, I'm prepared to rep, yeah, either you ride or ya done, let's go



[Chorus]



[Donnie Cash:]

I'm an Animal, that kind that handle business for delf

So when it pop, I'm in the hood, like the engine itself

Type of nigga you can in the late night, black down

In the hood, in the hood, eyes red as a break light

And everyday I'm posted up, different jerseys or fitteds

You know the business, so I'm dirty as an open cut

Crack bombing the stash, black gats armed with the mag

That put you rap cats, moms in the bag

You hear the blat-blat, honor the flag

I stay strapped like a backpack, that's that, honor of Cash

My brother's keeper like a mom or a dad

La Banga, Raider Ruckus, Carlton and Cash, Rebel I sparking the draft

I was the baddest, but the smartest in the class

So ain't no smacking in regards to my math

I'm from the Staten, and I'm all right

All night, stacking my cash

House Gang, Urban Icon's, we got this in the smash



[Chorus]



[La Banga:]

I hope you motherfuckers is ready, we handling heavy

Bats, ratchets, machetes, could assault you deadly

Which ever we choose to work, shit, you ain't ready

You hardly the worth the argument, you that petty

For fetti', I grab the ratchets, and, focus it steady

Come through with a murderous dart, recite on medley

I got rights to go bananas, ammo is heavy

I got the green light that get in that ass, like a wedgie

I'm liable to pop up where you won't expect me

My stealth mode, could get up on you quick like Freddy

And watch ya, facial expression, as the horror expresses

The moral of the story, should eliminate all questions

Hear the voices of my chorus, shouting out our rights

We about, our own laws, so we do what we like

Call it free will, our only concern is a weed bill

A moon is a big ass e-pill, fuckers, be real



[Outro: Carlton Fisk]

House Gang... we making our own rules

Yeah, on the town, nigga.. walking out

Cuffs and ID's... let's go

Quiet in the corridor, we make noise

Raider Ruckus... Marksmen Productions

Coming, bitches...