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the house without my money rag
I don't leave the house
Without my fuckin' Glock
I'm not goin' like Biggie or Pac
That's fucked up what they did to Biggie
I

and then went by the handle got a new whip and it's stinking
Brand new bitch and I'm switching this shit like a channel
This K in the house he a rockstar I'm

a suite, suite
Right by the sand so I let the diamonds dance
So that put you in a trance, OK
Always up I’m never down, like Post Malone they sayin' wow
We

to the sound of the gun shots
Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop
Block party departed, somebody got bodied
Right before I snatch this little number

Neva Had Sh*t

Gucci Mane

Murder Was the Case

2009

really ain't shit, they ain't said shit
It don't make dollars, it don't make cents/sense

Fourteen gettin' drunk at a house party
They locked me up,

Yeah
Juice in the House
Wieder im Rausch
Lass alles raus yeah
Mach einen drauf
Gebe was aus
Ey
Leg mir ne line
Und ich bin drauf yeah
Ey
Juice in

Nothin but Love

2Pac

R U Still Down? (Remember Me)

1997

tattooed chest is where the hoochies rest
Having house parties in a crowded spot
And you can tell it's hot, they talk loud a lot
Everybody wanna dance

Nothin' But Love

2Pac

R U Still Down? (Remember Me) [Clean]

1997

tattooed chest is where the hoochies rest
Having house parties in a crowded spot
And you can tell it's hot, they talk loud a lot
Everybody want to dance

the invitation in trash
Left it like I got into a political crash
Ugh
Left the party like my house is on fire
Oh am lying
I left the party cause the music was

Put Em in Their Place

Mobb Deep

Blood Money

2006

raised by the block and new to the sound of the gun shots
Hustled by the bus stop, aged to the front stop
Block party departed, somebody got bodied

RICH P &  Free World Music Limited (PRS) 

By Road Elf
Written and composed by Clifford Hall - Damian Hall - Nigel Whitefield 


Intro
Mi naah laugh

Ladies and Gentlemen
I go by the name DJ Lambo
We bouta get this party moving
I got a few of my brothers in the house
Sipping on that millionaira

off (Shake)
Get wild (go crazy!)

Dancing by myself in this packed house
Couldn't give a damn if you don't dig these moves
Fuck a conversation, I'm just

it off (Shake)
Get wild (go crazy!)

Dancing by myself in this packed house
Couldn't give a damn if you don't dig these moves
Drop the conversation,

at if you find em we should slide
Where the house party at im drippin in the Cartier
I think i i'm just to sober can you hand me that bottle yeah
The suns

cookout music
2 Step and enjoy the party
No more drama relax and party
This that oh so groovy
Chill relax and cook to music
This that highway cruising

or garden, love is by the door 
Ain't nothing like a house party
To remind you of the score

His fighting days were over
All over his boxers nose
Rut he

Not to the chest junior didn't even say oww
House parties with 50 gals from Senegal
Eat Gelato with mulattos all of them coke bottles
Nome of them role

I can not go through no tsa
Glock up in the party so many racks I might can be a safe
We don't know lil dude the DJ know us we got in with k's
Bitch

was no tomorrow (no tomorrow, come on)
Left his boys in the House of Pain (in the House of Pain)
It was the wisest decision he ever made (ever made)

tooth
Make him really talk loose
Who really got the juice
I think them niggas got a clue
House party baby
It crazier than a foo
It crazier than a foo

gets dumb
It's just fate
Walk inside
You're
Feeling great
Though
You can catch one
In the face
We got a house
So we threw a house
Party
Everybody walks

and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous

Joe Budden, Jersey City, New

or our manager Ken-Du
Played by my nigga, or that dude named Smilez
And Ma Witter, "Fuck you, Maurice", is played by Dave
Haha yeah, and my man Papalu