off on Central with the rag back, lookin like life's so simple Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets If Trife can't cover the house, call X Likwit crew
of motherfuckers asked me Why I didn't do no old sex nasty shit But this year, I went down to Miami and got my nigga from 2 Live Brother Marquis in the house
don't find your talent and don't use it and stay bummy But that don't owe me 'cause I built it from scratch My next shit is a house, with a house in the
Yeah, Short Dawg in the house (Survivin' the game) Survivin' the game man (Survivin' the game) It ain't easy when you out here for uh (Survivin
alive I gotta eat so I do or die Not a full-time crook but I was born right So if I want to eat, sometimes I got to jack So jack I will and go get some
a nobody for your whole life so fuck it! yeah get the cork out the bottle put the purp in the easy wider spitta in the house, hide your lighters I take
give you a new sum {*scratched: "This one, for you and you and you"*} Woo-coo-coo-coo! Yeah-heah! [Chorus] [Aceyalone] Yeah I'll put a fire to the house that Jack built
by my house, listen to this I called her baby, she grabbed my dick She sucked it like a bottle and drove me crazy Then she sucked my nuts and jacked off
my fuckin' house This is my motherfuckin', this is my motherfuckin' This is my motherfuckin', fuckin', fuckin', fuckin' house I gotta whole house, trap house
? You have to try, shake Should you shake well of hate This is why I rot away Call this kettle black This is why I ricochet Jack, he built his house
Why? You have to try Shake Should you shake well of hate This is why I rot away Call this kettle black This is why I ricochet Jack he built his house
You're right* Alright Suffering on the house that Jack built On a foundation of mud slides Suffering on the house that Jack built On a foundation of
the fake to get like a quick stick It's just another one dud and is dismissed Kitty guard your grill, well be for real, you ain't built I'm silly ho
the big game [Verse 1 - Inspectah Deck] Early on the paper route, blood on my hands Cannons and lasers out Cool as a fan standing in Satan's house Show
overthrown To keep our son enrolled in a private school, and to keep ya tummy swollen C'mon, our fuckin' home was built on the foundation of bloody throats
your gift The walking dead are all made up of plastic skin The walking dead all force their smiles Your houses are tombstones Built on reservation and
I'm ballin baby Big ballin, big ballin, big ballin, big ballin Gridiron on the beat, big house, big car Hoes everywhere, ice everywhere, money everywhere
home Oh no, said I'm out that door again I left my house, my money and my dearest friend I'm not going back, Jack, across the river Got a little bit