House Gang

[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"] 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) [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] 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 (Woo) 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... [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] 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 [Chorus: Royce da 5'9", Crooked I] 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 (Hahaha) Why we do and how we do it (Lightwork) [Verse 3: Crooked I] 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' [Verse 4: Joe Budden] 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 [Chorus: Royce da 5'9", Crooked I] 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