Lyrics:
we finna get it knock back
50 Cent get strap
Know we put it down like this is our house
Game kickin' like a roundhouse Pat Swayze Roadhouse
Know we get
was true
I no longer revolve around you
I no longer revolve around you
And the house still stands where it was built
I know 'cause I drove by
below ma I can see the world and it ain't so big at all
This time tomorrow what will we see
Field full of houses, endless rows of crowded streets
I
Left my pistol at the house
I told my bitch
To turn the whip around
I keep it on my hip
An extra clip
This bitch is 30 rounds
Really hard to smile
the house
And you gon' have to pay me homie, I'm not leavin' this couch
Baby it's cold outside, we just sittin' by the fire
While the little duns is playing
on a daggers edge
Everything is menacing, depressing and a massive stress
Ahhh you're so damn dramatic, Az, have a rest
Fuck it, not an ounce of a shit to give
Can find each other in the crowded streets
And the guarded parks
By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees
With the battered barks
And they walk
with somethin' new
And I done hope you wipe yo' ass man"
"Hey, this is Monster-Pooh from Gayside Gangsters, we in the house
All I'll like to know is
can’t stop it
Not killing my mood
The strides that I’m taking is massive
Focus on you
Oh yeah I’m takin some strides now
Got rid of the baggage
Know how
(Intro) Croixian massives, Saint Jhonian massives, Saint Thomian massives The little short man from Anna’s Retreat
(Verse) Meh grow up in the island
house
Getting high
Hope the demons don't feel my pride
Praising Jah got this life hot
Though it's hitting hard
It's hitting hard, they sent me to the
Hey,
"from here I could burry y'all"
(Massive Fields, ComboTrial)
From the lord's lap, we bust gats, yo crosscheck the flow
This is luchador, hate
to the house
Come on up to the house
This world is not my home
I'm just a passin' through
So come on up to the house
There's no light in the tunnel
No
by the mass
Her face is on the paper, not the strangers that I pass
The ones that are looking back to see if they are looking back at me
Are you
This is all I know
Differences will show
And flowers they will grow if you ain't stompin on it
Offline, change states
Done with all these crowded places
Pull up to your house
Make you pay for your baggage
I don't even want to see you
You a has been
Wall bang straight through the door
It's massive
No
Heeeeeey!
Brodajuwon again
Hey….listen
I want to secure the massive big bag …
Stack the real big racks
Getting money in large
But I know is all
Something super liminal at minimal
I'm maximum but minimize the miniscule
Serious as cereal that's been dripped
On by the milky way
My color is my complex so
see what's wrong from right
Well shorty 'til you walk a mile in my shoes
And understand this is who I am
Usher I completely concur
Life can be
massive stars die and their cores collapse under the force of gravity, creating a region where the gravitational pull is so strong that it warps the fabric
There'll be no weapon
Formed against you
They're just here
To test you
They can't oppress you
We're saved
By the Blood of Yeshua
Praise a Hallelujah
This is
And I came to have fun, here homie
(what else?)
And I came wit a ton of money (but)
Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now)
This chick's wit her man
Girl don't take this wrong but i see you been standing by the bar for a little bit too long. (ahh whoop)
I see it in your eyes every sip you been
A whole lot of superstars, on this stage her tonight
But I want y'all to know one thing-this is.... My House
And when I say who's house, y'all
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