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Hold up, Hold Up |
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Let me start it y'all, Haha! |
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[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] |
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Yeah *******s the gang is back again |
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Royce giving his beard a scratch again |
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Crooked lit a Cuban |
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Joe acting like he tweeting but he do that once the track begin |
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I'm just nibbling on this plastic pen |
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This sounding like the beginning of a tape |
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Usually yellow, and yellow bellies can pick a fake |
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We ain't have to go soft to get this cake |
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I watched *******s skate for figures |
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Throw away rollerblades for figure skates |
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I'm just a rough New Yorker ******* ******* that only listen to Drake |
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Every night's dinner date, hater get a plate |
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I tell shorties pick a steak but make sure it's to go |
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Incase I want to start eating her face |
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Mouth full, give me mouth drool |
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I was that throwback thurs |
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You want that back blown out, cool |
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But you ain't about to |
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Just be over sitting on that couch boo |
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That ain't how it go, you know the House Rules |
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[Hook: Slaughterhouse] |
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Uh, no phones inside the telly |
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Pics inside the celly |
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Baby you know the house rules |
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Yeah, respect over a dollar |
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Death before dishonour |
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Partner you know the house rules |
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Uh, if I'm up you can't be down |
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And I'm down to tear *******t up for you homie |
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You know the house rules |
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Yeah, all ******* with flat stomachs |
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No cars under a hundred |
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My ******* you know the House Rules |
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[Verse 2: Crooked I] |
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I’m high. Chillin' with Bruno on Mars |
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Crooked’s verses put ‘em in hearses, call 'em funeral bars |
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But these funeral bars, they bought me them beautiful cars |
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Like a celebrity photographer, I shoot for the stars |
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I’m just grinding with my clique 'til we close to the La Costa Nostra |
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Lookin’ over my shoulder with a toaster and a shoulder holster |
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Cause *******s wanna approach or get close. They could hope to smoke ya |
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When a vulture opposes ya folks its an emotional roller coaster |
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Ya friends became foes, everything backwards, pimps became hoes |
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You know how the game goes |
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******* it, one less ******* to split the pie up |
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As long as I triumph, you fake *******s can dry hump |
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Success is the mission before the mortician |
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Fill me with the bombin fluid, I promise that I gotta do it |
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I took some street money, then I added some commas to it |
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To cover my ass like Obama-Care and the trauma unit, G |
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[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9] |
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Oh what you thought? You thought I wasn’t loaded up, huh? |
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You thought I left my last hot line floatin' in the puddle of vomit before I sobered up, huh? |
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I hope you know ya *******s sound mad |
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And its goin' down fast with no signs of slowin' up, huh? |
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It’s blood, sweat and tears. I shed blood, sweat, tears so wipe the sweat |
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I confess, I insane rap |
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I went and weighed the height of my success and now the game back |
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Like biker vests |
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I’m Bogarted, the so called un-bogartable |
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Turning yo artist to post modern flow particles |
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Far as the streets go, we got our fingers on the pulse of this with no cardio, believe me |
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We slidin' all over this chess board like we playin' a lil' Ouija with no Mario, this *******t is easy |
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We blowin' our budget, we’ll battle you, ******* it |
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Our attitude’s ******* it, that’s why the song about nothin' |
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What you thought? |
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It’s House Rules, ******* it, crime rules is in yo face |
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Wet your Gucci with the Nine too. You try to win this race |
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Hawk a loogie on ya Louis V and Louboutin shoe until we see the baton move |
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How you gonna defend ya fate |
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And then send you astray, make you late continuous |
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It’s a win-win for us like you askin' us a question continuously |
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You can’t contend with us. One of us like ten of us. Crew is covered and it’s the government gunners is like senators |
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[Verse 4: Joe Budden] |
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I'm in all black like I just got a funeral call |
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Stand up guy that was rumored to fall |
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Before the gloons get involved |
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If there's a problem I hope its soon to be solved |
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******* done did so many drugs that I'm immune to em' all |
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Whole state is on my back, can't wave them from the facts |
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Drop some money on your head, I'm just playing with the racks |
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But in case you want to act, don't |
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Fruit of the loom now get evasive with that |
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Bunch of grapes on a strap that'll do whatever Joe says |
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In Tropez with a bird that look like Selena Gomez |
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A younger Felipe Lopez |
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Free agents want to get down, thats on the back page |
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Whole team got one in the chamber, wheres the cap space? |
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Vixen in the bed with another on the dial |
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A know the Wi-Fi was great, shorty buffered for a while |
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It's Joe, speeding off with the tail pipe smoking |
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And ******* rules they was made to be broken |
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The house is back open |