SLAUGHTERHOUSE - House Gang lyrics

rate me

[Hook]

Me and you, (we coming), your mama and and your cousin too (we coming) And hood-rappers just in love with you

(we coming) we coming for,

Know what we do, why we do, how we do it

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]

I said the kids to dog, everybody dying, no lying

Living the life of a serpent

My enemies said some shit, I’m rolling up in the viper

The wiping is perfect, wipe of this person

(Come out your house)

This is offense of my legit to get a blind defense

This reminds me that yo, we checking consequence

[Everyone enjoy their day]

I sound calmer than my mind, I’m hunting you down

Like you tryina climb the fence

Split your spleen while you with your queen

Fuck the mood of the room I like it ain’t no fiend

Obama take away my right to bear arms

I’m putting a sweater around the uzzi and walking around

With it like it’s my toy dog

Your boy bark like augment, augmentation takes place

Often that they face off

You calling me sober so I save the shit

I done drink so much I don’t even know what being famous is

The difference between the dealers and the ailist bitch

All I know is that I’m a heart skipping a sniff away

From doing a play to taylor swift

That will be the day you haters wish

That day I’m standing a bet that podium at that gramy show

Dressed up like the dream living a nightmare

Or zanny’s coke, handling more that I can throw

upon the shoulders of an addict

I’m Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston wrapped up in a plastic package

My only true concern is what am I gonna do after rappin

Maybe I’ll clap your ass and just do life, before I break into this new knife,All I wanted to do is..

[Verse 2:Joell Ortiz]

rappidy, rappidy, rappidy, rappidy, rap

That’s what I’m good for, now, it’s that nigga that asked you

Why you in my hood for?

You know them good folks, that’s your cousin

Oh your aunt live in that building

Well then your uncle should have told you

Don’t wear no gold like you just chilling

Now I’m gonna need that chain you wearing

No hard feelings, since I know the people you said you can’t fold to

Won’t be no killing

Though I’m willing to leave you spillin

Like oil when it fuck up drillin

I’m no villain, I’m just playing the hand I was dealt

Ain’t none of us out here did the dealing

We all grew up in a full house, we were a boatload of children

Straight from the project, faces flush, just finish stealing

This ain’t no poker face boy, you know bluffin

All that huffin and puffin, for what, you giving up something

even your life, on that ice, should have tucked in

Now see back in the days,when yaowa was a trapper

Scribbing the rap ups in my trapper

Keep up don’t keep ah, calling me the same rapper

I Mcee, get it right, jack Dempsey with the right

Mayweather with the left, packi yaowa, say goodnight

You don’t wanna box me papi, your footwork sloppy

I knock anybody out, that ain’t no punchline

Man I’m like rocky, I’m a quarter of the slaughter

...you know the aura

[Hook]

Me and you, we coming, your mama and and your cousin too

And we rappin cause we know with you

We coming, we coming for

Know what we do, why we do, how we do it

[Verse 3:Crooked I]

My goon levels be equal to Beanie Sigel

Shooting out of a moving vehicle from the seat of a jeep eagle

Then I’m switching the jeep eagle ditching it for a cheap rigo

Come back with a street sweeper and continue to sleep people

When I squeeze lethal shots you meet evil

Drop the street sweeper cope the d eagle

Pop your sea regull

Hemisphere, the end is near, nigga the menace here

Bitches asking me if Em is here

Shit he probably playing tennis in his leer

Rocking the diamond worth the city of venice in his ear

While I’m getting more chin than

Hold on that shit is weird

I was gonna say getting more chin than a nigga tryina enter the guiness with his beard

Shady records getting the ladies naked using baby effort

While you niggas inviting hoes to your crib

Knowing your spot is smaller than those on a baby leopard

Get on my level, maybe never, crazy Mercedes, navy leather seats linen

The streets fiending, to find somebody who know about

Putting there whole family on, you have to meet kinen,

Waynes, bar for bar where do i weigh in, no clue

it's Goku, i'm super, i'm just sayin'

[Verse 4:Joe Budden]

Next shit. Flex shit

right back on our shit again,

shady street, house gang

but they won't let us live with him

monday to friday, so pull up in a different benz

just too gangster, thought i was losing focus

nigga switch your lane

politically acclaimed

critically

Thanks to NakNak steezy for correcting these lyrics