Lyrics:
[Chorus]
Jesus is in the house
My Lord is in the house
We be the ones that be comin out, strong
Never comin wrong, never comin weak
Wit Jesus
ballied up cause
My freedom's priceless
All of them nights in the T-house
I know about night shifts (yeah)
Country life so they had me by the seaside
I
just nine
Black boy robbed a nigga right in front of my eyes
Rapping killed time, the years flew by
'Til I got old enough to run up on you with the .9
Now the lobster don't even have
A price next to it, it just says "Seasonal"
So you know what that means
A brother gotta pay 28 dollars
Uh, house
picture (mwah)
Not every day the bitch see a million dollar nigga (well damn)
Hired killers with me now, I can't be a victim (pow, pow)
Choppa close by
dope it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town
But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game
And tell ya
Brrrr a me man!
Shabba Ranks in person yeah!
With blast master KRS-One in the house
You know the rules
All the girls out there, but polite
From
you walk in the house
Whatever in your heart is where you want to be
My hood is the ghetto
Even when you look
Its never what you see
My hood is
to do a five shots, it was only fun
Homicide came by, I was on a run
And when shit got hot, we let off a drum
I did everything under the sun
I walk
a bitch to hold my stash, a bitch to give me some ass
And when I'm on the run I need a hoe to send me some cash
I'm a ball 'til I fall and that's
gone for the day, I'm by myself
Buckets of throw up are next to my computer
Hoping that they show up 'cause what I'm about to do to 'em
Would make
smacked up
Digi-Dash when it come to the cash hoe
Run up in ya house like the fucking task force
Rari filled with cash and some passports
In case it don't
Got a lot of people breathing
Thats dead to me'
Got a lot of people scheming
To get rid of me
I've been followed by demons
Since 17
May they rest
that runs through our court
Errant souls confront me, but they never make me stop
Lastly I’m invited to get in the old and sacred meeting-house
Rubber
that runs through our court
Errant souls confront me, but they never make me stop
Lastly I’m invited to get in the old and sacred meeting-house
Rubber
a fall out
When them crackers came a nigga flushed the crack
And serve the dog food at the dawg house
Murder murder, bitch it run up the stats
Put another
house with the views
We used to run holes in our shoes
We gone get to the top no excuses
President life
Bossing the night
Hop in my ride
Lets take
feelings of screams, still staggered by the past, regardless hardened by the facts
As a celebration of my first tour, might get that tatted
Permanent these
the last second of the fourth quarter, but here's the kicker
All of you better run and hide, better go inside
Best abide by the laws, shut your jaws for
Man It feels good man
Ride around a mess of this city cause my dome is whispering "life is short"
Falling short abiding by the commandments it's
go for auditions cause I run this bitch tonight
Know that it got serious you not gon' shoot then dish it right
Blinded by your glow under all them city
Yeah, yeah k-U-R-A, yeah, yeah
And it ain't much to me
Can tell you wanna be like us
Every time I walk in the house
I'm rocking Homme Plus
I can
Wives with misty eyes watching their husbands be beaten viciously
Battling the wilderness of North America
Run by the river only stopping to pray chased
of denied history, lies and mysteries
Wives with misty eyes watchin' their husbands be beaten viciously
Battle in the wilderness of North America
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