歌词
I heard you paint houses
And you do your own carpets
And when them **** come around with the pound, ****
Slices on my tongue from practicing razor spittin'
Ghostface on the purple tape, crazy visions
Bodies in a row on the curb, they wanna lay me with 'em
Talk loud with no punch, he got some AV in him (Grown up)
Women and kids get the biz, so if it's lady with 'em, baby with 'em
We making movies like Scorsese with 'em
If you ain't say it, then it's plagiarism (You ain't say that shit?)
If we can't weigh it, it's fugazi-ism
Bars, I'm amazing with 'em
Look, your cars, I will flame you in 'em
Catch him at the light, he bust a right, I throw the stare on him
Turn the lights off, he soft now, don't put no glare on him
Then I make a call, we blocking 'em off, I sick the bears on 'em
And I don't give a fuck, my beats got snares on 'em
Certified like a letter
Murder guys with a Beretta, clip the size of your Aunt Loretta
Clip long, but nah, that ain't this song, I'm gone
We painting houses
And when we pull up in the town with the pound, ****
You did some foul shit
And now your family on the ground 'cause I told them ****
Life check, one-two, one-two
Knife check, one-two, one-two
We painting houses
And when we pull up in the town with the pound, ****
Before I let this weapon blow
I'ma tell your wife, gon' suck my dick under a mistletoe
Where I'm from is Brownsville
There's a lot of non-essentials with potential
'Til I come home, Spencer Confidential
Let's get it on, Smith & Wesson is monumental
Four-four magnum force ripping through your tissue
Be from the hood where they got the power to ghost you
Be from a hood where all these bitches'll smoke you
Yeah, assisted with the Rondo
Painting houses, Picasso, with my raw paper and fronto
I'm solo, Mario Van Peebles
I use all kind of weapons, I walk with a knife and a needle
All out is going too deep, like God with the pool stick
Stuck Beed from Brownsville, **** you don't wanna get cool with
One-one, two-one-two, the reason I do this
Fuck outta here, ****, respect in my music, Stuck Beed
We painting houses
And when we pull up in the town with the pound, ****
You did some foul shit
And now your family on the ground 'cause I told them ****
Life check, one-two, one-two
Knife check, one-two, one-two
We painting houses
And when we pull up in the town with the pound, ****
It's a homi', it's a demo
Get your army, get your kinfolk, that's a copy, that's a 10-4
In the lobby with the issue, it's religious
I'm praying on this temple, it's simple
Yeah, my block is stupid so I got it moving
I started shrooming and I got it booming
This lil' baby got a bop to it
In Brooklyn like you soon **** get shot to it
Yeah, spin the block, blaming pipes
Bitch ****, spin the block like Vanna White
Wilding 'til it ain't make no sense
Got low with Cee, the raw, back to making cribs
O.E. next to the strap, phony's next to the phony's
Clips next to my bitch, shorty's next to the shorty's
Take a visit to my side, rasters, monsters, and mob ties
Choppers, they got 'em outside, Brooklyn, we passa passa
We painting houses
And when we pull up in the town with the pound, ****
You did some foul shit
And now your family on the ground 'cause I told them ****
Life check, one-two, one-two
Knife check, one-two, one-two
We painting houses
And when we pull up in the town with the pound, ****
