House Of Krazees
Call It Wut You Want
[Intro]
House of Krazees in this bitch
Lettin' these punk-ass n***as know
So ay yo, ay yo, Hektic
Show these n***as what's up
[Verse 1: Hektic]
Fuck it, I'm tired of standin' in the back
While tryin' to bat my sound, I rose underground
Groups, they [groove?], try to grasp [how stupid the style?]
I'll leave 'em hangin in a meat [?], check it
Nuts in hands as I chastise you fools
[I choose to make rules and do's whatever I choose?]
Known as a fighter so I fight for my respect
Bitches on my dick, you better put that bitch in check
You can dig the music, I can tell by the head bob
Workin' all these wack jobs and keep that shit alive
Change it up on the grave scene, I make green
Broke as a motherfuckin joke, man, know what I mean
Caught you slippin', insanity puts a break in my mind
That's all jealousy, leave that shit behind
House of Krazees on that ass with the hellish talk
All you punk-ass bitches call it what you want
[Verse 2: The R.O.C.]
You motherfuckers, I move to break your ass with my gun
Gimme some, I want all your cash
And put those hands in the air and don't stare
And don't compare your gangster ass to a psycho snare
I go to tackle you in shackles
So run, n***a, run 'cause I give you some of this, wacko
Rollin' thirty n***as deep in a big Chevy
Guns can run the whole town, [fuck if they be ready?]
And if you down, you down, if not, you're gon' lose
I choose the side of [the, the black, fool?]
Holdin' on, rollin' on your whole set
Disrespect your [moms?] so n***as you better check
So who's the n***a with the biggest balls?
Who's the n***a with his finger on the trigger in the dark hall?
So don't stall, I pitch from the nasty bunch
R.O.C. is the nig with the super bumps
So boom, click, boom
Mother fuckers, check your rhymes
[Verse 3: Mr. Bones]
Well let me tell you, I fuck around and bring my skills
So I can scrape the bottom of the barrel and pay my bills
I was homebound with my home sweet home
After Season of the Pumpkin, you thought I was gone
But now I'm back, and I'm bustin' heads wide open
No jokin', no need for provokin' bullshit
The controversy of a mind check
Everybody wants to diss, well, who's next
Can you fuck with a mind full of affliction
We built the house, no need for eviction
Can you believe the truth in a pack of lies?
Can you see the killer behind the disguise?
Peep the scene, I bring it fast and never slow
Kickin' my fastest to let your bitch ass know
[Outro]
[?]
Yeah motherfucker we fuckin shit up
[?] up in that ass
[?]
We about to check your mind fool
Ain't nobody [?]
[?]
What you know about the album?
What the fuck do you know about the album, n***a?
Yeah
[You gotta drink ?] that shit up boy
We out like that, oh [?]
Oh, I can't[?]
I don't give a fuck who y'all be
[?]
Bitch!