Theres a big dark house on the hill, a very large diralect house. Its known locally as hangmans folly. This old masion, well thats what it really is,
I'm not a crybaby, I'm the crybaby A caterpillar that got stuck Mr. Moth come quick with any luck A long walk to a dark house A Roman candle heart keep
like, Seagal with the steel but "Harder to Kill" It's real, big Beans up for lettin me know Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough Won't be a second
going be Bitches ain't getting a crumb from me Member when niggas used to run from me All of a sudden niggas names is buzzing Nigga in the game got a
and darkness and danger Your crib or car becomes a torture chamber I write my rhymes with violence What you expect? Sounds of pain The snap of a broken
nigga this me, I only see green like a Marine Support Calvin Klein jeans, fed a bitch from the Phillipines with a immoral nose ring (masterbatin' with a
it cost five Hundred thou' on a ***, spent that with a smile Stackin' numbers that alarm and race White house, still move brick of law in a day I'm that
Em G Sister's in the big house her working days are through C G A Tough Mama, can I blow a little smoke on you? Dark Beauty, Won't you
Hit a switch nigga don't fuck around with bitch niggaz I'm a money cash nigga cash gettin', hash hittin' Gang bang affiliate, hit a stick real quick And in a
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy Living in a box Under the stairs In the corner of the basement In the house half a block down the street from
can't believe it's you Livin how you will, house up on the hill Rides with big wheels, it's they worst nightmare Gimme mines right here, dark skin,
, but you shouldve known that i hit a dutch, hit another one then rip a clutch i get your block blickerd up, bitch nigga what it feel good to hit a real
Lyrically spit shit, flip like a spatula Married to the game, and you just a bachelor SP and the Mouse in this bitch And I want it quiet as a mouse in
better (Snoop) We big-ballin' in Holland, Amsterdam my man I got a table at the coffee shop Where we like to spark a lot Hangin' in the parking lot blowin' a
a shithole After a while the council got 'round to tidying the town They decided it was an eyesore and so they tore it down Behind the house was a wall with a
I gotta watch you fast bitches too many tricks That can give a dick a bad sickness Yo, yo yo son excuse me? (Yo) I'm tryin' to earn a million buck or
'Scuse me, as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture
, so fuck a bitch And a nigga, cause niggaz and bitches ain't shit Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Dr. Travis Watch out Is in the motherfuckin' house With a couple
