Lyrics:
the house on the hill
Want a spouse with the clout, move out when I feel
Do what I want, lay around in my trunks
Get a smooth good run before it's all said
step out
Guarantee that it's a event
Got drinks on chill
How the fuck you run your mouth
But still standing still
I don't get it
(Aye)
And my pockets
shoot it then
Fuck around and run up in yo house like we movin' in
You say you got yo blick, I got my blick, ok let's do it then
My young niggas be
on the run
For living all the lyrics they lie about
I ain't on the scene, I'm inside a house
Whippin' white bitches, up in high amounts
Now the plot thickens.
ima run in ya mouth
If it's real beef then I be in ya house
I got everything that I wanted I come from the gutta
So none of these niggas can fuck wit me
run to you and I'm feeling so lost out
Here, I run to you, run to you
Running is something you
And I had to know well
Honestly, no scars that I won't
The Remedy dun Deal
He say "Hi!"s water is made by G
My water get made by Eliantte
Broke ass bitch, stay out my face
I'm too busy tryna get paid
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
Ayy, look Stormz this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
You ain't got nowhere to run
You ain't got nowhere to run
They counted me out
Shoutout to momma and poppa, I made me a M in the house
I don't
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
[Verse One - Trick Daddy]
Half step pussy ass nigga
Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one wit' me?
I
Should there at any time become
A clear and present danger
Initiated by the radical elements
Threatening the operation of
The government
phone, said I need it by the mental tone, yeah, yeah
I'll get a nigga poked up for some honey buns, yeah, yeah
Trap spot got plenty guns
Sold a hundred
drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking like flip
Man I run this rap shit
(Get your hands up high, hands up high
Hands up high)
Rest in
and stormy night
A light appears in the top most window
In the tower of the old house
You decide to investigate and
You never return
Well, it's the kid who
[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
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