Lyrics

[Intro] [?] wicked [?] [Verse 1: The R.O.C.] Motherfuckers, I move to break your ass with my gun Gimme some, I want all your cash And put your hands in the air and don't stare [(Break yourself, break yourself)?] And don't compare your gangster ass to a psycho snare I go to tackle you in shackles So run, nigga, run 'cause I give you some of this, wacko Rollin' thirty niggas deep in a big Chevy Guns can run your whole town, fuck if you be ready And if you down, you down, if not, you're gon' lose I choose the side of [the, the black, fool?] Holdin' on, rollin' on your whole set Disrespect your moms so niggas you better check So who's the nigga with the biggest balls? Who's the nigga with his finger on the trigger in the dark hall? So don't stall, I pitch from thе nasty bunch R.O.C. is the nig with the super bumps So boom, click, boom Mothеr fuckers, check your rhymes [Interlude] Call it what you want, motherfucker Yeah, call it what the fuck you want Call it this, and call it that But yo, it all boils down to the same fuckin' thing [Verse 2: Hektic] Fuck it, I'm tired of standin' in the back While tryin' to bat my sound, I rose underground Groups, they [groove?], try to grasp [how stupid the style?] I'll leave 'em hangin in a meat [?], check it Nuts in hands as I chastise you fools I choose to make rules and do's whatever I choose [Known as a tiger?], so I fights 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 bobs Workin' all these wack jobs and keep that shit alive Change it up on the grave scene, I make green Broker than a motherfuckin' joke, man, know what I mean Caught you slippin', insanity puts a break in my mind It's all jealousy, leave that shit behind House of Krazees on that ass with the hellish talk All you punk-ass bitches call it what you want [Interlude] Yeah, House of Krazees remix, bitch Nineteen motherfucking ninety five Remix on that ass, call it what you want Ey 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 [Verse 3: Mr. Bones] 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 affliction We built the house, no need for eviction Can you believe the truth in a pack of lies? Can you see the killer behind the disguise? Peep the scene, I bring it fast and never slow Kickin' my fastest to let your bitch ass know [Outro] House of Krazees, bumpin' this beat (Bust my vision as an artist deliver the rhymes) Servin' that ass, servin' yo ass, nigga (Don't try to [?]) Servin' you, servin' your whole crew Check nuts, check nuts, nigga Ay yo, y'all motherfuckers thought y'all could handle Ay yo, keep workin' at that shit, you'll get it ([?] streets) (The huntin's on, and we're the prey)