Cool, okay, Imma let yall take it on your own right now
Why dont you do me a favor (What?) {What?}
Tell me a joke (why did the chicken cross the road?)
{To get five dollars from her baby daddy!}
Eheheheh (hahahahahah) you got that? {eheheh}
We gon roll with that right there, aight then
Gilla House, muthafucka, Gilla House
Gilla House, muthafucka, Gilla House!
Yeah, another Def Jam, where we dont make stars
We just sign em, uh-huh, thats whats up, Big Sox
Im on the grind... (cant wait to shine)
Fuck that, I pull your blinds, catch you fing with mines, no go head
I got no time (hate to be wastin time), muthafucka know the name
And know that I aint feelin yall lames, like novacaine
Aint no way you can (stop the train) or the conductor
Of the track, muthafucka, thats E3, my love for the game
(its just not the same)
Unless its Gilla House, and Wu-Tang Clan, in the house, cop them thangs
Live together and (pop the chain), know your lane
Fuck cocaine, stick up, bout to blow your brains off the map
The (Flame is back), its the amazing
J. Blazin grapes of wrath turn to raisin
What part of the (game is that), we not playin
Yall trynna raise the price at the door, we not payin
So watcha (watcha want?) You kids are slum
And son got knuckles in his Air Force Ones, come on
Niggaz never seen it this raw (but nothings gonna hold me back)
Keep the heat up by the big dog (but I dont wanna hold you back)
Nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life)
Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your life)
Yo, yo, on the air (thought you dead?) But I returned
To give you what you waited four years, now to burn
Hold your head (and know your ledge) your life flash by
Hey, kid, walk straight, master your high
Method Man (Method Man, Man) Whoa, like Black Rob, go
Catch me in the West Wing, I might "Rob Lowe"
Yes, I can (yes, I can can) tap your jaw
And tell whatever chick that Im with, slap your broad
This is it, (Im stuck with yall) and yall stuck with me
In the lap of luxury, where the hells cut for free
And the kid (cant fuck with yall) Til I got a tree
On some new property, at my new pot to pee, have mercy
(Mercy me) Things aint what they used to
Soon as you get your shot on the top, somebody shoot ya
These rhymes (aint nursery) Lifes a bitch
Then you go to court, and she take half your shit, come on!
My, life, your life, yeah, Mr. Meth, Big John Studd, yo
Yall know how I do it, screw it, all day, everyday
You know what Im sayin? Stinkin, drinkin and fightin crime
Staten Island, stand up, we in the muthafuckin house
Come on!
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