House Of Krazees - Don’t Follow Me lyrics

Mic check, fool I need room
Niggas be acting funny, fuck 'em
They makin' me no money
Listen but don't study the rap style
I dwells up in 7 Mile
Showin' me love like I was Heaven's child
Thought process in contact
Steady sippin' on cognac
I been thinkin' bout the way back

Torch and spray
Lookin' in the game off of my name
Is you insane? You need to let me know
So I can coax yo ass all together ho
And trust me, bitches know about the gang
It ain't no hang after the bang
So we out miss thang
Doorbell gon' rang, ready to jet
I'm back in yo set causin' conflict respect
Step on my toes and believe
I'll let you have it
You hatin' on killas, make it no habit
'cause it could turn tragic

Rollin' on our own with no
Help from no others
Word to our mothers and our
Sisters and our brothers
Eliminate scenarios of conspiracy
I told you motherfuckers, don't follow me
Rollin' on our own with no
Help from no others
Word to our mothers and our
Sisters and our brothers
Eliminate scenarios of conspiracy
I told you motherfuckers, don't follow me

I cruise the streets and bad news, bad views
Bad crews, police on the news
My family's hangin' by needles and threads
They in the land of the walking dead
Listen to the words I said
I sometimes sing raps to let
My mind stray away
Playin' with death, you say there's no way
I'm calm, I got it under control
My home sweet home
It's years old and can't be sold
You wanna follow me and my advice is not
Bodies and corpses rot
The government covers the plot
So stop at the front door
'Cause sometimes we hard to follow
Music is what we feel
Our pills are on swallowed
We like to let loose on any flows

All you emcees that thinkin' that
The House is all whack
You best to check yourself and lay
Back and don't follow me

Rollin' on our own with no
Help from no others
Word to our mothers and our
Sisters and our brothers
Eliminate scenarios of conspiracy
I told you motherfuckers, don't follow me
Rollin' on our own with no
Help from no others
Word to our mothers and our
Sisters and our brothers
Eliminate scenarios of conspiracy
I told you motherfuckers, don't follow me

Don't follow me, I'm just a loser
Drug abuser fashion fuck up like my
Name was Punky Brewster
Used to life with a dead end job
'Til i started cuttin' records
With the Latnem mob i got a mind full of
Fucked-up thoughts and straight shit
Got a golden microphone with skills
You could never get with
For a long time I was lookin' for the latter
Had I payed attention, I think I coulda had a
Chance to enhance and produce pounds of spit
For studio mic screens, lyrical bullshit
I didn't quit, I strive to be the best
Never the less
The only person I idolize is Adam West
Never rest, my body, my soul
My brain in my head
I'll have more than enough time
To sleep when I'm dead
Misled, my daddy died when I was only ten
Had to grow up, and mama kept the family fed
Don't follow me

Rollin' on our own with no
Help from no others
Word to our mothers and our
Sisters and our brothers
Eliminate scenarios of conspiracy
I told you motherfuckers, don't follow me
Rollin' on our own with no
Help from no others
Word to our mothers and our
Sisters and our brothers
Eliminate scenarios of conspiracy
I told you motherfuckers, don't follow me