Whatz Ya Pleasure

Lyrics

[Chorus: The R.O.C.] What's ya pleasure? What's ya pleasure? What's ya pleasure? What's ya pleasure? What's ya pleasure? What's ya pleasure? What's ya pleasure? What's ya pleasure? [Verse 1: Mr. Bones (Big J)] Niggas die everyday, so I give a fuck Bad luck, too bad your fucking homie got stuck He was a mark, punk-ass nigga, what you wanna do? Try your luck and you'll sing the dead man's groove So smooth that it makes you want to slit your wrists From listenin' to all that whacked-ass bullshit The groove is potent so you might wanna take a hit Or kickity-kick back and listen to the funky shit That we kick 'cause the cult is on a roll And we're not stoppin' 'til we leavin' with yo' soul Killin' niggas like a pro 'cause I ain't a ho On the rizzeal I packs the mad roll [Verse 2: Hektic (EXP)] Niggas can't fuck wit the real shit, hell naw Keep yo' fuckin ears open, listen for hell's call E-X-P the motha fuckin' grave digga, wig splitta How the, how the, how the, how the fuck ya figure? What's ya pleasure? I like pain Pain's my game, I'm insane Call me deranged, it's all the same Watch ya body burn from the flame Smell the smoke, runnin' from the madness Niggas ain't shit 'cause they all wish they had this Knack for insanity, still you wanna battle me I'll bag your body up and leave you buried in an alley, G Fuck this fantasy trip bullshit I'm 'bout to get loose up in that ass, bitch House of Krazees, three deep for punk hoes The blood flows straight out ya bitch nose Takin' no shorts, in nine trè, so check me Tossin' up threats see, so punk, respect me Loungin' and maxin', chillin' with an axe and Niggas really wonder where a nigga be relaxin' [Verse 3: The R.O.C.] Six-Six-Six-Six-Six-Sixteen back, my last one was off by attack, son It's the new hit, What's ya pleasure, man, you want some? Take a taste, sample this quick If you will do it This shit is so potent, I'll drive your brain through your nose, you knew it Know when to say when some say that they don't like my spit From my lyrics I'm taggin' ears like a pussy, bitch My pleasure's yo pleasure, pleasure, pain, or gain Pleasure in my brain and so is the strange, the sucka slang Bodies I creep, shh, I gotta get 'em, gotta get 'em Sleep up under the bed so I can spin 'em, kill 'em My black boots, strapped to my double one inch I'll stomp yo' ass if you doubt this, trick, fuck the bullshit I know you want what I got, I know you want what I get Well let me split my wig, so you can take it, bitch Now ya dead 'cause the others want my spot Ya fightin' off fiends, screams and Michael Myers on my jock Well well, look at you shakin', so you're best just not bein' me I get's too funky, just check the drum beat I'll slash ya monkey, I smells the crazy They're comin' to take me, and waste me E to the X P B to the I G Dash the J, know's of the game we play Dirty lead the way, never say ish can't play There's no ish, one way ish, go by the tape, bitch Alice is in chains for bein' the predator Soul is the asylum, House of Krazees scarin' ya Brotha's livin' on death row, life is really real life How do ya cope with the realities of fright night? If that's ya pleasure, if that's ya pleasure If that's ya pleasure then deal wit it [Chorus: The R.O.C.] Whatz Ya Pleasure (What is your pleasure?) Whatz Ya Pleasure (What is your pleasure?) Whatz Ya Pleasure (What is your pleasure?) Whatz Ya Pleasure