[Intro]

House gang woo

House gang x4
You know how we ride
Sl playing SLV

Talk that talk to 'em

[Verse 1: Crooked I]

Guess who back turning the track into mince meat
For diabetics with diarrhea thinking %#@!s sweet
A thug MC, even though I'm all about money

I found time to throw it away with Swizz Beatz
House gang, hardest fools round
Dime winds up, garden tools down

Black rolls royce riding up that coast
^!$$%s left me for dead, I came back in that ghost
The Resurrection, can't spell sex without the letter X

So this is a letter to every ex I'm sexing
I get the best oral no question
Pectoral %#@!, we out shear flexing

Yeah, thats the slaughterhouse team
Looking down on ballers as if were as tall as Yao Ming
Fly is what we are without wings

Its like scientist studying the environment we all about green

[Hook: SLV]

(?)
(?)
They thought I wouldn't get far

From a nobody to a star
Whats there to take from me
You to do it mistakenly

I'm still here, amazingly
I thank god for making me
Who I am


[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
These raps from a smokers lung

Climb the ladder to success get the broken (?)
See I'm now never guessed it was token (?)
Box full of some pills, I might open one

I guess the cops didn't learn that these word won't faze them
Living my mind, how can bars ever cage them
Give me a break, I'm a ?Law Abiding Citizen?

I'mma kill a cell mate if enough is at stake
Some say that I'm thorough got it $#&@ed up I just say what I mean
It was never bout money I was chasing a dream

Now the roofs getting raise I can't beat the machine
I take being the sickest way over being the richest
If you focus on me I ain't doing that bad

Right there in the (?) I Solemnly swear
The joke is on me, I still got the last laugh


[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]


My real name my rap %#@!
No bed-frame just a mattress

Tryna light the stove looking for a pack of matches
Listening to HOV instrumentals getting practice
Flicking (?) ashes

Inner zip lock from an old package
^!$$%s better be lucky that I'm so passive
I'm a blow past like a !@%!e habit

You afraid of me, ufradi river flow massive
I sit a (?) fitted over (?) jacksons
Jeans horseshoe under the horse polo relaxing

With a horse shotgun on the porch letting the horse brag
You'll be going horse tryna call a cab
I'm everywhere with the newyorker swag

Got me at cancer and massachusetts
I'll be throwing in the bostin crab
Here's a toast to the streets when you eat you food down to bone/bon

Appetite so don't turn your cheek
My real name my rap %#@!
The messiah of real rap %#@!
Nod your head make a face like you sitting on the toilet
And its real hard to crap %#@!

Yeah I make that %#@!
For the gang clappers on a sober night
Been pushing over to the right you know
Switch your (?) backwards
I wrote a track with a (?) in my (?)

So who the $#&@ said I don't do this for the back packers
One hit of my piff and you cough
Got pot top nocth at minimum cost
Do me a favour takes your little nicks and get lost
The only time you get a P is when I'm pissing you off

My name ringing them (?)
My saying the same thing I'm (?)
I can still chill in the field where they kill cause I'm real never (?)

[Hook]