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from across the hall
[dr. dooom] we're ya neighbors next door down on the next floor
[jacky jasper] see ya at twelve midnight comin over
[jacky
a map and take a trip down south
Come on over to Houston Texas welcome to the Swisha House
It's the land of the trill
I'm coming live from the block
I
victims are my prey
The number 4 was an easy score
Number 3 lived next door

Fourteen days and fourteen lives
Random victims are my prey
Number 2 was
by somebody that still live with they mama
But that's the only way she know, to get away from all the drama
As for books, the mind is a terrible thing
of the dead tonight
People are being forced to live like animals
We are desperate
No one says the federal government is doing a good job
And hundreds
down doors, although I never break laws
Come to a town that's yours, and I be rippin the whole tour
Comin hard for your section, slow up
Live in
to ban me from eatin pussy all night
W-W-F'n bitches
Slammin em in the rope like Shawn Mike
I can't be touched bitch, I disco in kryptonite
Shit I'm broke
writing, the mic fighting, respect me
I'm from where it get down, machete your mother
Snatch your brother, scrap you down
You know the deal, when we do
the mic fighting, respect me
I'm from where it get down, machete your mother
Snatch your brother, scrap you down
You know the deal, when we do this,
[Hook 2X]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Jelly sickle
Look at how that jelly trickles
Down his elbows
And you can smell those
Playa haters from Calabassas
Never know what's waiting by the door 
Come take my hand 
It's like a surreal dream and it goes on endlessly 
It's really not so bad, you see 
To live
wouldn't be murdering, (your own people like)
Oh ya see, it's a trap, (it's a trap, that's what it's called by the way)
It's a trap

It's a trap night
Greasing my status Wolly Smith want to change gears
One-to one-to three-four man slappin' five
People in the back fidge your face, while I rip it live
I
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his Murcielago
From working
the snitch know to get it on

24 hour ghetto jeep is at the door
Lynch mob made me how you and your goofy click
And your throat is gone, suffocating em by
Okay one, two, three, two, two

Baby don't you drive around with Dr. Bernice
She's not a lady doctor at all
She's got hands like a man with hair
digga, kick a hole through your front door
Nigga, don't try to fight it, give it up, let it go.

Chorus:
Follow my lead huh, do as I say not as I do. (x3
To This" 

And to those other mc's: Naughty By Nature fall? Nigga please! 
We just took the time to form three companies 
Now the whole industry 
Awaits
to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture said
And I live by the coast of Nostre Cid
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder
I'm from the old hood, somethin' like yo' hood
Where niggas don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
Send it
digga, kick a hole through your front door
Nigga, don't try to fight it, give it up, let it go.

Chorus:
Follow my lead huh, do as I say not as I do. (x3
[Cam'ron] (intro)
You do what you do where you live
I do what i do where i live
That's what makes me nigga, and that's just the way it is nigga
uhh,
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics 
It goes one for the ghetto, two
the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop from fillin all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this shit too deep
So I
Lesson one my man, go on and do what you do
And you need to get the rifle or you worried bout two
Cause I'm hated by many, and loved by few
But I kill down