house rules (intro)
slaughterhouse
yeah niggas the gang is back again
royce giving his beard a scratch again
joe acting like he tweeting but he do that once the track begin
i'm just nibbling on this plastic pen
this sounding like the beginning of a tape
and yellow bellies can pick a fake
we ain't have to go soft to get this cake
i watched niggas skate for figures
throw away rollerblades for figure skates
i'm just a rough new yorker fucking bitches that only listen to drake
every night's dinner date
i tell shorties pick a steak but make sure it's to go
incase i want to start eating her face
i was that throwback thurs
you want that back blown out
just be over sitting on that couch boo
no phones inside the telly
baby you know the house rules
partner you know the house rules
if i'm up you can't be down
and i'm down to tear shit up for you homie
all bitches with flat stomachs
my nigga you know the house rules
i'm high. chillin' with bruno on mars
crooked's verses put 'em in hearses
they bought me them beautiful cars
like a celebrity photographer
i'm just grinding with my clique 'til we close to the la costa nostra
lookin' over my shoulder with a toaster and a shoulder holster
cause niggas wanna approach or get close. they could hope to smoke ya
when a vulture opposes ya folks its an emotional roller coaster
you know how the game goes
one less nigga to split the pie up
you fake fucks can dry hump
success is the mission before the mortician
fill me with the bombin fluid
i promise that i gotta do it
then i added some commas to it
to cover my ass like obama-care and the trauma unit
oh what you thought? you thought i wasn't loaded up
you thought i left my last hot line floatin' in the puddle of vomit before i sobered up
i hope you know ya niggas sound mad
and its goin' down fast with no signs of slowin' up
sweat and tears. i shed blood
i went and weighed the height of my success and now the game back
the so called un-bogartable
turning yo artist to post modern flow particles
we got our fingers on the pulse of this with no cardio
we slidin' all over this chess board like we playin' a lil' ouija with no mario
that's why the song about nothin'
crime rules is in yo face
wet your gucci with the nine too. you try to win this race
hawk a loogie on ya louis v and louboutin shoe until we see the baton move
how you gonna defend ya fate
it's a win-win for us like you askin' us a question continuously
you can't contend with us. one of us like ten of us. crew is covered and it's the government gunners is like senators
i'm in all black like i just got a funeral call
stand up guy that was rumored to fall
before the gloons get involved
if there's a problem i hope its soon to be solved
nigga done did so many drugs that i'm immune to em' all
whole state is on my back
can't wave them from the facts
drop some money on your head
i'm just playing with the racks
but in case you want to act
fruit of the loom now get evasive with that
bunch of grapes on a strap that'll do whatever joe says
in tropez with a bird that look like selena gomez
free agents want to get down
whole team got one in the chamber
vixen in the bed with another on the dial
a know the wi-fi was great
shorty buffered for a while
speeding off with the tail pipe smoking
and fuck rules they was made to be broken