Artist: Funkmaster Flex f/ Slaughterhouse Album: Who You Mad At? Me Or Yourself? Song: House Gang Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com, kirenamloh@msn.com, Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Funkmaster Flex] GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!! Yeah you know what it is!!! Funk Flex! Who you mad at me or yourself?! Slaughterhouse! This is mean right here! [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] Me and you (We comin!) Yo' mama and yo' cou-sin too (It don't matter, we comin) That hoodrat bitch that's in love, with you (Don't matter, we comin!) We comin for 'em, you know what we do and why we do and how we do it [Verse One: Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah! I said the kids the dog, everybody dyin, no lyin Livin the life of a serpent My enemies in some shit I'm rollin up in a viper the white room is perfect Rifle dispersin, COME OUT YO' HOUSE!!!! This is offensive minded gents against a blind defense This reminds me of Joey checkin Consequence!!! (Everyone enjoy their day) I sound calm but in my mind I'm huntin you down while you try to climb the fence Split yo' spleen while you with yo' queen Fuck the mood of the room I like it ain't no theme (WOO!) Obama take away my right to bear arms I'm puttin a sweater around the uzi I'm walkin around with it like it's my toy dog Yo' boy ball like Augmon, augmentation take place Often if they faceoff (WOO!) You callin me sober so what save the shit I'd done drink so much I don't even know what bein famous is The difference between the d list and the a list bitch All I know is that I'm a hop, skip and a sniff away from doin a plate of Taylor Swift That'll be the day you haters wish, that day I'm standin up at that podium At that Grammy show, dressed up like The Dream livin a nightmare On Zanies, coke, and handlin mo' than God can throw upon the shoulders of an addict I'm Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston Wrapped up in a plastic package, my only true concern is What am I 'gon do after rappin, maybe I'll clap yo' ass and Just do life, 'fore I break in this new knife, all I wanted do is [Verse Two: Joell Ortiz] Rappity rappity rappity rappity rap that's all I'm good fo'? Nah I was that nigga that asked you why you in my hood fo'? You know them good folks? That's yo' cousin or yo' aunt live in that buildin? Well then yo' uncle should've told you don't wear no gold like you just chillin Now I'm 'gon need that chain you wearin no hard feelings Since I know them people you said you kinfolk to won't be no killin Though I'm willin to leave you spillin, like oil when it fuck up drillin I'm no villian I'm just, playin the hand I was dealt ain't none of us out here did the dealin We all grew up in a full house, we were bored as lil' children Straight in the projects faces flushed just finished stealin this ain't no poker face boy! Ain't no bluffin, all that huffin and puffin for what?! You givin up somethin either your life or all that ice you should've had tucked in Now see back in the days the yaowa was a trapper Scribblin raps up in my Trapper Keeper don't keep uh callin me this here rapper I emcee, get it right, Jack Dempsey, with the right Mayweather, with the left, Pacqueio, say good night You don't wanna box me papi your footwork sloppy I'll knock anybody out That ain't no punchline man I'm like Rocky I'm a quarter of the Slaughter four fourths of a New Yorker You know the aura, yay', fig cheese, Timbs and Chinese food orders Ortiz [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] Me and you (We comin!) Yo' mama and yo' cou-sin too (It don't matter, we comin) That hoodrat bitch that's in love, with you (Don't matter, we comin!) We comin for 'em, you know what we do and why we do and how we do it (we comin!) [Verse Three: Crooked I] My goon levels be equal to Bean' Sigel Shootin out of a moving vehicle from the seat of a Jeep Eagle Then I'm switchin the Jeep Eagle, ditchin it for a cheap Regale Come back with a street sweeper and continue to sleep people (POW!) When I squeeze lethal shots you meet evil Drop the street sweeper, cock the D. Eagle, pop yo' ce-rebral Hemisphere, the end is near, nigga the menace here Bitches askin me if Em is here Shit, he prob'ly playing tennis in his Lear Rockin the diamond worth the city of Venice in his ear While I'm gettin more chin than- Hold on, that shit is weird I was gon' say gettin more chin than a nigga tryna enter the Guinness with his beard Shady Records gettin the ladies naked usin baby effort While you niggaz invitin hoes to your crib Knowin yo' spot is smaller than those on a baby leopard Get on my level, maybe never, crazy Mercedes, navy leather seats leanin The streets fiendin, to find somebody who know about puttin they whole family on, you'd have to meet Keenan Wayans, bar for bar, where do I weigh in No clue, it's Goku, I'm +Super+, I'm just sayin/Saiyan [Verse Four: Joe Budden] Next shit, Flex shit, right back on our shit again Shady Street, House Gang, but they won't let us live again Monday through Friday, so pull up in a different Benz Just in case they thought I was losin focus nigga switch your lens Critically acclaimed, to critically defamed After all I done for this industry these kids should be ashamed dawg Maybe I haven't done a thing and that's a fantasy I'm not so offended much, gotta pardon my vanity Wait - sometimes it's called for, you gotta get braggadocious The only way to get the attention of those that haven't noticed Mine the only genre that don't seem to applaud consistency So when I say I'm nice and they know how far the distance be ... Cause to me it's undeniable Still who they can depend on, never been unreliable The hotter shit means nada if them dudes ain't bringin fire through So when they make this list how could this shit be justifiable? Jers' shit, Jers' shit, 'member me from Bentley kid? Never went diamond but the buckets on the Bentley did Coupe shit's my new shit cause it's somethin you should know first Ya mixtape ain't shit if the shit ain't got a Joe verse [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] Me and you (We comin!) Yo' mama and yo' cou-sin too (It don't matter, we comin) That hoodrat bitch that's in love, with you (Don't matter, we comin!) We comin for 'em, you know what we do and why we do and how we do it (we comin!)