Mother fuckers   I move to break your ass with my gun   Gimmie some, I want all your cash      And get those hands in the air   And don't stare   And don't compare your gangster ass   To a psycho stare      I go to tackle   You in shackles   So run, nigga, run   'Cause I give you some of this, wacko      Rollin' thirty   Nigga's bleed in the big Chevy   Guns go 'round your whole town   Fuck, you better be ready      And if you down, you down   If not, you're gonna lose   I choose the side of the black, fool      Holdin' on, pullin' on   Your whole set   Disrespectin' your moms   So nigga's you better check      So who's the nigga   With the biggest balls   Who's the nigga with the finger   On the trigger in the dark hall      So don't stall, I preach from the nasty bunch   R.O.C. is the nig with the super bust   So boom, click, boom   Mother fuckers, check your rhymes      Call it what you want, mother fucker   Yeah, call it what the fuck you want   You can call it this   You can call it that   But yo, it all boils down   To the same fucking thing      Fuck it   I'm tired of standin' in the back   They're tryin' to ban my sound   I 'rose underground      Groose, a-groose   Try to grasp   This stupid style   I leavin' hangin in a meat (?)   Check it      Nuts in hand   While I chastise you fools   I choose to make rules   And do's whatever I choose      Known as a tiger   So I fight for my respect   Bitches on my dick   You better put that bitch in check      You can dig the music   I can tell by the head bob   Workin' all these wack jobs   And keep that shit alive      Change it up on a grave scene   I make green   Broke than a fuckin joke, man   Know what I mean      Caught you slippin'   Insanity is prickin' my mind   It's all jealousy   Leave that shit behind      House of Krazees on that ass   With the hellish talk   All you wack ass bitches   Call it what you want      Yeah, House of Krazees remix, bitch   Nineteen mother fucking ninety five   Remix on that ass, call it what you want   Eh yo, you can call it this   You can call it that   It's like I said before, yo   It all boils down to the same thing      Well let me tell you   I fuck around and bring my skills   So I can scrape the bottle of the barrel   And pay my bills      I was homebound   With my home sweet home   After season of the pumpkin   You thought I was gone      But now I'm back   And I'm bustin' heads wide open   No jokin'   no need for provokin' bullshit      The controversy of a mind check   Everybody wants to diss   Well, who's next      Can you fuck with a mind full of (?)   Shit, we built the house   No need for eviction      Can you believe the truth   And a pack of lies   Can you see the killer   Behind the disguise      Peep the scene   I bring fast and never slow   Kickin' my fastest   To let your bitch ass know