Slaughterhouse - House Gang lyrics
[Slaughterhouse - House Gang lyrics]
Me and you (We comin')
Your mama and your cousin too
(It don't matter, We comin')
That hoodrat bitch that's in love witchu
(We comin')
We comin' for 'em, you know what we do and
Why we do and how we do it (yeah)
I said the kid's the dog, everybody dying
No lying living the life of a serpent
My enemies in some shit, I'm rolling up
In the Viper to wipe him, it's perfect
Rifle dispersing (Come out your house)
This is offensive-minded gents against
A blind defense
This reminds me of Joey checking Consequence
(Everyone enjoy their day)
I sound calm but in my mind
I'm hunting you down like you're
Trying to climb the fence
Split your spleen while you with your queen
Fuck the mood of the room I'm
Like it ain't no thing
Obama take away my right to bear arms
I'm putting a sweater around
The uzi and walking
Around with it like it's my toy dog
Your boy ball like Augmon
Augmentation takes place
Often if they face off (Woo)
You're 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 D-list
And the A-list, bitch
All I know is I'm a hop skip and a
Sniff away from doing a plate of Taylor Swift
That'll be the day you haters wish
That day I'm standing up at that
Podium at the Grammy show
Dressed up like The Dream living
A nightmare, on xannies
Coke and handling more than God can throw
Upon the shoulders of an addict
I'm Michael Jackson
Whitney Houston wrapped up in
The plastic package
My only true concern is what am
I'm gonna do after rapping
Maybe I'll clap your ass and just do life
'fore I break in this new knife
All I wanted to do was
Rappety, rapppety, rappety, rappety rap
That's all I'm good fo'?
Nah, I was that nigga that asked you
Why you in my hood fo'?
You know them good folk?
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're just chillin'
Now I'm gonna need that chain you're wearing
No hard feelin'
Since I know the people you said you
Kinfolk to won't be no killin'
Though I'm willing to leave you spillin'
Like oil when they 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 born as little children
Straight in the projects, faces flush
Just finish stealing
This ain't no poker face, boy
Ain't no bluffing
All that huffing and puffing for
What? You're giving up something
Either your life or all that ice
You should have tucked in
Now see, back in the days
The yaowa was a trapper
Scribbling raps up in my trapper
Keep up, don't keep, uhh
Calling me the same rapper
I MC, get it right
Jack Dempsey with the right
Mayweather with the left
Pacquiáo say goodnight
You don't wanna box me, papi
Your footwork sloppy
I'll knock anybody out, that
Ain't no punchline, man, i'm like Rocky
I'm a quarter of the Slaughter
Four-fourths of a New Yorker
You know the aura, Yank, fitted, jeans
Timbs and Chinese food orders ortiz
Me and you (We comin')
Your mama and your cousin too
(It don't matter, We comin')
That hoodrat bitch that's in love witchu
(We comin')
We comin' for 'em, you know what we do and
(Ha ha ha)
Why we do and how we do it (Lightwork)
My goon levels be equal to Bean' Sigel
Shootin' at a movin' vehicle from the
Seat of a jeep eagle
Then I’m switching the jeep eagle ditching
It for a cheap Regal
Come back with a street sweeper
And continue to sleep people
When I squeeze lethal shots you meet evil
Drop the street sweeper, cock the D eagle
Pop your cerebral
Hemisphere, the end is near, nigga
The menace here
Bitches asking me if Em is here
Shit, he probably playing tennis in his lear
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
Trying to enter the Guinness with his beard
Shady Records getting the ladies
Naked using baby effort
While you niggas inviting hoes to your crib
Knowin' your spot is smaller than
Those on a baby leopard
Get on my level, maybe never, crazy Mercedes
Navy leather seats leaning
The streets fiending
To find somebody who know about
Putting their whole family on
You have to meet Keenan
Wayans, bar for bar, where do I weigh in
No clue, it's Goku, I'm super
I'm just sayin'
Next shit, Flex shit
Right back on our shit again
Shady street, House Gang (House Gang)
But they won't let us live again
Monday through Friday
Pull up in a different Benz
Just in case they thought I
Was losin' focus, nigga, switch your lens
Critically acclaimed to critically defamed
After all I've done for this industry
These kids should be ashamed, dawg
Maybe I haven't done a thing
And that's a fantasy
I’m not self-centered much
Gotta pardon my vanity
Wait, sometimes it’s called for
(Why?) You gotta get braggadocios
The only way to get the attention
Of those that haven't noticed
Mine the only genre that don't
Seem to applaud consistency
So when I say I'm nicer they
Ignore how far the distance be
'Cause to me, it's undeniable
Still who they can depend on
Never been unreliable
Their hottest shit means nada if them
Dudes ain't bringin' fire through
So when they make these lists
How could this shit be justifiable?
Jers shit, Jers shit, 'member
Me from Bentley, kid?
Never went diamond
But the buckets on the Bentley did
Coupe shit's my new chick
'cause there's something you
Should know first
Your mixtape ain't shit if the shit
Ain't got a Joe verse
Me and you (We comin')
Your mama and your cousin too
(It don't matter, We comin')
That hoodrat bitch that's in love witchu
(We comin')
We comin' for 'em, you know what we do and
Why we do and how we do it
Your mama and your cousin too
(It don't matter, We comin')
That hoodrat bitch that's in love witchu
(We comin')
We comin' for 'em, you know what we do and
Why we do and how we do it (yeah)
I said the kid's the dog, everybody dying
No lying living the life of a serpent
My enemies in some shit, I'm rolling up
In the Viper to wipe him, it's perfect
Rifle dispersing (Come out your house)
This is offensive-minded gents against
A blind defense
This reminds me of Joey checking Consequence
(Everyone enjoy their day)
I sound calm but in my mind
I'm hunting you down like you're
Trying to climb the fence
Split your spleen while you with your queen
Fuck the mood of the room I'm
Like it ain't no thing
Obama take away my right to bear arms
I'm putting a sweater around
The uzi and walking
Around with it like it's my toy dog
Your boy ball like Augmon
Augmentation takes place
Often if they face off (Woo)
You're 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 D-list
And the A-list, bitch
All I know is I'm a hop skip and a
Sniff away from doing a plate of Taylor Swift
That'll be the day you haters wish
That day I'm standing up at that
Podium at the Grammy show
Dressed up like The Dream living
A nightmare, on xannies
Coke and handling more than God can throw
Upon the shoulders of an addict
I'm Michael Jackson
Whitney Houston wrapped up in
The plastic package
My only true concern is what am
I'm gonna do after rapping
Maybe I'll clap your ass and just do life
'fore I break in this new knife
All I wanted to do was
Rappety, rapppety, rappety, rappety rap
That's all I'm good fo'?
Nah, I was that nigga that asked you
Why you in my hood fo'?
You know them good folk?
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're just chillin'
Now I'm gonna need that chain you're wearing
No hard feelin'
Since I know the people you said you
Kinfolk to won't be no killin'
Though I'm willing to leave you spillin'
Like oil when they 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 born as little children
Straight in the projects, faces flush
Just finish stealing
This ain't no poker face, boy
Ain't no bluffing
All that huffing and puffing for
What? You're giving up something
Either your life or all that ice
You should have tucked in
Now see, back in the days
The yaowa was a trapper
Scribbling raps up in my trapper
Keep up, don't keep, uhh
Calling me the same rapper
I MC, get it right
Jack Dempsey with the right
Mayweather with the left
Pacquiáo say goodnight
You don't wanna box me, papi
Your footwork sloppy
I'll knock anybody out, that
Ain't no punchline, man, i'm like Rocky
I'm a quarter of the Slaughter
Four-fourths of a New Yorker
You know the aura, Yank, fitted, jeans
Timbs and Chinese food orders ortiz
Me and you (We comin')
Your mama and your cousin too
(It don't matter, We comin')
That hoodrat bitch that's in love witchu
(We comin')
We comin' for 'em, you know what we do and
(Ha ha ha)
Why we do and how we do it (Lightwork)
My goon levels be equal to Bean' Sigel
Shootin' at a movin' vehicle from the
Seat of a jeep eagle
Then I’m switching the jeep eagle ditching
It for a cheap Regal
Come back with a street sweeper
And continue to sleep people
When I squeeze lethal shots you meet evil
Drop the street sweeper, cock the D eagle
Pop your cerebral
Hemisphere, the end is near, nigga
The menace here
Bitches asking me if Em is here
Shit, he probably playing tennis in his lear
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
Trying to enter the Guinness with his beard
Shady Records getting the ladies
Naked using baby effort
While you niggas inviting hoes to your crib
Knowin' your spot is smaller than
Those on a baby leopard
Get on my level, maybe never, crazy Mercedes
Navy leather seats leaning
The streets fiending
To find somebody who know about
Putting their whole family on
You have to meet Keenan
Wayans, bar for bar, where do I weigh in
No clue, it's Goku, I'm super
I'm just sayin'
Next shit, Flex shit
Right back on our shit again
Shady street, House Gang (House Gang)
But they won't let us live again
Monday through Friday
Pull up in a different Benz
Just in case they thought I
Was losin' focus, nigga, switch your lens
Critically acclaimed to critically defamed
After all I've done for this industry
These kids should be ashamed, dawg
Maybe I haven't done a thing
And that's a fantasy
I’m not self-centered much
Gotta pardon my vanity
Wait, sometimes it’s called for
(Why?) You gotta get braggadocios
The only way to get the attention
Of those that haven't noticed
Mine the only genre that don't
Seem to applaud consistency
So when I say I'm nicer they
Ignore how far the distance be
'Cause to me, it's undeniable
Still who they can depend on
Never been unreliable
Their hottest shit means nada if them
Dudes ain't bringin' fire through
So when they make these lists
How could this shit be justifiable?
Jers shit, Jers shit, 'member
Me from Bentley, kid?
Never went diamond
But the buckets on the Bentley did
Coupe shit's my new chick
'cause there's something you
Should know first
Your mixtape ain't shit if the shit
Ain't got a Joe verse
Me and you (We comin')
Your mama and your cousin too
(It don't matter, We comin')
That hoodrat bitch that's in love witchu
(We comin')
We comin' for 'em, you know what we do and
Why we do and how we do it