Put Tha House On It - 8 Ball
[Talking] I remember (I remember) Right before I used to go to sleep (right before I used to go to sleep) Me and my mom (me and my mom) My mom used to tell me to say (my mom used to tell me to say) Now I lay me down to sleep (now I lay me down to sleep) I pray to the lord my soul to keep (I pray to the lord my soul to keep) If I shall die (if I shall die) Before I wake (before I wake) I pray to the lord (I pray to the lord) My soul to take (my soul to take) So much drama in a nigga life I have to take the scenic route home, and check the closets at night Not afraid of the dark, just what the dark hides Killas with they facemask, tryin' to get my safe cash If I catch 'em should I blast, nigga? Hell yeah Cause if they catch me up in they shit, I'ma dead man My eye for your eye, that's what the pages read By any means necesary, that's what Malcolm said So I'ma a roll like a 20 inch mo-mo Fuck a lot of hoes, make dough, and kick the bo-bo It's hard but fair Mjg told your bitch ass Quick fast, I make my shit last, and put you in the past Don't ask cat, go get a mask and a gat Snatch a nigga wife, and make her tell ya where them bitches at Mafia style, break the code and I'ma break your back Straight up dogg, I put the house on that [Chorus:] What you wanna do? Go to war man? Well, talk is cheap, and the game done changed Fights, only midnight gun blaze So I say Watch your back and don't come around my way [Talking] What must be What shall be That which is necesity to him that struggles Is little more than choice to him that is willing One of them fake niggaz, I'm hot like tnt Blow up, and have you standin' in a puddle of pee-pee See me, you couldn't do if you sight was 20-20 My lyrics so fat they made me go and call Jenny Used to be poor like penny, not Anferne, but Janet Until I unleashed my poetry upon the planet Harder than granite Player haters can't stand it White folks would ban it, cause they children demand it Tryin' to live a life, I've been fightin' to escape Earnin' my respect, and never takin' breaks Breakin' cakes Everyday I'm on a paper chase Shake and bake Just so I could double up my ri-up We buck, but don't nobody wanna find that out Murder niggaz lyrically instead of pullin' my gat out Now I'm on some hard core, makin' me a mill shit Nothin' but the real shit Soldier in the field shit Feel this, Nigga life will never slow it down You need to do like New Edition baby, cool it now One of us gon' chill, it's gon' be me or you cat Fuck what you heard, I put the house on that Bitch [Chorus:] [Talkin] You know (you know) I want you to remember (I want you to remember) Heaven is above all {heaven is above all) And death is the judge that no king can corrupt (and death is the judge that No king can corrupt) And hell (and hell) Hell is only the truth (hell is only the truth) Seen too late (seen too late) Can you dig that? (can you dig that?) Lord forgive me for the anger that I feel today Give me the strength to be a man, and turn my cheek the other way The devil in the form of my enemy has tested me Now I must retaliate before they get they best of me No name callin', hoe, I wouldn't give you the pleasure So you can run and tell niggaz that I'm the one jealous Oh yeah I'm supposed to fall for that punk shit All you did was sign a contract, to get your ass kicked Blasted Found in a ditch with your wig split Thinkin' that we niggaz on some rappin' kiddie kid shit Dig this Is my success a threat to you? Nigga why you hate me, cause I do the shit I do? Be true, nigga spit it or forget it If I'm the one wrong, I'll be the first to admit it And then we can get down, any way you want it My nigg 'Twan told me Ball, put the house on that mayne [Chorus:] [Talking] Yeah man To mothafuckers that don't understand this shit man Know what I'm sayin'? Nigga better feel me this time I ain't goin' You know what I'm talkin' about man? Check this out man Shit makes me hot man Bitch ass niggaz man Talkin' that shit man Know what I'm talkin' about? Tryin' to let these niggaz know Bitch It ain't no playin' no more mothafucker Yeah Bet them hoes felt that Don't come around my way
Artist: 8 Ball
Title: Put Tha House On It