This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up If you on top getting hella guap stand up If you on da corner you a goner home and man up This is sumtn' for all my peeps on da East Side A lil sumtn' for my G's on the West Side Now if ya want it we on it dog, ya know how it is We're with the illest and realest killers, we handle our biz Let's get it, rahh
Y'all hear that big trunk bumpin', yeah that's Runt Dawg System knock harder than the cops at your front door Muhfuckas always talkin' tough like they want war Matta fact next nigga stunt gon' get dumped on Yeah, Dawg home I break your jaw bone And the '8 make you lose more weight than Star Jones Rappers don't come to Jers' Gun under my undershirt I'm hollerin' "Gilla House!" drunk off the Thunderbird My bitch be like, "Damn nigga wash yo' feet" She say the hair on my chest look like taco meat Shit, two hammers Make your whole crew vanish I'm a animal in front of Channel 2 news cameras Bitch I'm like John Wayne Shot like LeBron James The chrome fo'-fo' pretty like Ricky Fontaine My gorillas kill a man We thicker than That wic check peanut butter that come in that big silver can
Fuck it let's make it hot I'm reppin' for all my blocks Duckin', dippin' the cops Ready runnin' the dock Icarus in his sock We comin' straight from the bottom going straight to the top These haters want us to stop Groupies is on our cock Cuz they know it's going down like I'm Young Joc But I'm not Ready Roc Keep the pistol grip This some official shit Brick city keep it wrapped like a Christmas gift
Yo, eh yo cock it back click-click-click Hey! It's Dr Bombay Sick flow, get your Medicaid And I'm like Hey! My hometown is NJ Eyes redder than Reynaldo Rey I just blaze And I'm a soldier, better follow the leader And for guap I even smack kids like Madea I'm for re-a' Your boy is tight You got weed? Nigga show ya right Gimme a light
Icadon nigga I got the semi with the lens I'm in Bushwick, Brooklyn lookin' pretty in the Benz Ghostwriter, got the spirit of Biggie in my pen Funk Doc said it's time to go, Gilla begins Icadon, you probably saw me leanin' in the B-M'er Fly nigga, baby my socks be up in the cleaners In the club with twin bitches steamin' on my reefer They both go at my balls like Venus and Serena What's good?
Nigga I double My trouble Through a war, price bubble Half dog and half gorilla, get a tight muzzle I shut you down like Smith infrared light gun do My Mrs Smith'll have you turn over that ice bundle Cadillac Devilles look right with that (Gilla House) Comin' through yo' speakers like my ice cream (in ya mouth) I shoot a bazooka not pipe dreams (Clear 'em out) My name is Saukrates get yo' hands up Gilla House!
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