Lyrics:
the S again
okay the S, the S is the suggestion that i should show a card to an opponent
by a player whos been awarded a free kick
he himself is more in danger
rocking the microphone and she's calling me honey
Says I know what I want don't move with thugs
Well house parties hip hop and smoking drugs
that means
Number one I get the job done plus I pack a gun
So run, and tell your peoples you'll be on the lookout
It's all about "Who's in the House
be f***in with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks into house arrest for that
shit
Dealt a bad hand, yeah I'm so one of a kind
Since 21 I've been a savage, you can tell by these lines
Because I black, jack until my card is declined
We found his car abandoned in front of a strange-looking house on Detroit's south-west's side, miss
Oh, I told him never to go there!
Hey foxy,
alone and lose my number
No appreciation for your position
I'll never stop till I'm assured your house of cards is torn asunder
I can tell by how you
for words I found none, without a sound
I left the house with a sick smile and took my gun
Now I'm out bugging, whyling, what I'm goin' do?
Call my
handle the s***
Searchin' for words I found none, without a sound
I left the house with a sick smile and took my gun
Now I'm out buggin', whylin',
the limits
Now you crossed the line
Put two x in your eyes
Now I’m livid
Shivers down your spine
Every time you take a step outside
Cock my gun as ya drive by
Grabbed that bitch by her hair
Drug her across the ground
And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down
Sorry coach, its too late
a rat in the house
Get out! Get out now!
The cops are comin', he's got a gun
And he's a runnin' on thin ice
He's breathing hard, he plays the card
Cause
on da house
Riding in the park on a Sunday afternoon
I know where there's a card
Game and I'm going soon
Sooner or later I'll get this beat
From these
Sipping the double cup I keep a double right by the toaster[00:32.62]Trap house it jump out the the gym we gone put that lil boy
want a mil ticket by the time i turn 21
And I'm fucking bad bitches, that i'm meeting on my finsta
I don't even know her name, but she want me to fuck
niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get it, but nigga I'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga don't try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's
Bud met Alice
In six months they were married, March of ‘71
And moved into a little house
With her 6-year-old son
It was three years before by
A stroke
Zoot suits with guns up to their waist bands
Hi guys I'll put your head in a trashcan
Watch public access with 20 year commercials
Got one figure
a pound
Up the gun and get you down
He gon die fucking around
Fake check going in and out
We pull up and hunt you down
Bullets hitting through his house
no one Lord
When I couldn't find jack in no ones cards
Ms. Cita I remember goin' in your gun drawer
Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by
All the ladies of the canyon
Wearing black to the house parties
Crosby, Stills and Nash is playing
Wine is flowing with Bacardi
But sometimes
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
with a Glock in the hills[02:21.92]Pop out with Glocks harassed by cops but I ain't lookin' to kill[02:24.62]I just wanna get rich and buy my mama
job is 10.5 miles
The kids' school is 2.1 miles
I checked the mileage when he goes to Terry and Dianne's house
That is 6.7 miles
And when any of those
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