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in the house..

[lord mercy]
Land-lord, up in the house get it*
Rah digga, up in the house get it*
Rampage, up in the *come get it*
What? come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)

Chorus: have mercy, rah digga

L: the heat up
Cause we to creep up *come get it*
L: it's off the
Plus we tear the street up get it*
R: g'd up, what?
smoke the weed up *come get it*
L: what? baby get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)

[rah
Check it, I come in sweeter than la nikita
Be all up in hood like I'm a c&c two liter
The little that be doin her she thing
On some mya shit, like "it's all me" see?
I things, blunt slicer on my keyrings
Bra top, of g-strings, havin weed dreams
I'd be queen if this the
Cause niggaz gon get it, and want it
I'm bags, eyes redder than a photo lab
The spins on your single, won't top my promo ad
Hard drops than jackers at the car lots
Couldn't get no harder if you went to of hard knocks
The grimy bitch, sometime be punchliney
So don't me go there! (*starts singing to "the p is free"*)
Because the groupies are free, but the rhymes money..
Oh yeah!!

2x

All my flipmode niggaz bounce to this
All my rampage niggaz just bounce to
All my hurricane niggaz just bounce to
All my niggaz if you with me just, with this
Okay, is how it goes, pimpin all you, hoes
Catch em outside the shows, time to get the
Up in the studio, the hydro
the hot shit, you waitin for me to go
Threw on the ram' bounce, shakin yo' ass yo
Bump this in your lex coupe or your
squad, we the ones in them videos
Catch us the fly shit, but you don't hear me doe
Rampage, professional, move your feet
We bout to you do the jerk, get out your seats
Seven days a and we the squad that don't sleep
Catch me in the street I'm on the midnight creep, so

2x

[lord mercy]
I walk the path, allah made, +smooth+, like sade
Got pickup tracks -- high-beam with the fog
International capital, cashed in full
Damage your hood, natural, spend grands for
Traditional niggaz -- scream on these players like
Dj call in some mo', invincible pretty
Grammar god, like gold from panama
Twenty-four carat charms, with smooth like sarah vaughn
we go, here we go -- attitude
Spit the vocals hotter than soul food from rouge
Come, sharp-tongued like malcolm, on any
Some got like sly stone, what you about son?
it is, here it is -- handcraft the raw
Who the human torch any fantastic four
Player, I be a guard, controllin things
In the 4th quarter, it's all like holdin springs

2x

Dj in the place baby c'mon
Flip--mode, up in the spot baby
Ram--page, up in the place baby
Rah, up in the house baby c'mon
Lord have in the place baby c'mon
Busta is in the house baby c'mon
Whylin out, for the yeah c'mon
Hollis crew, represent baby
Dj hurricane baby c'mon
All the ladies c'mon, shake it c'mon
All the c'mon, shake it baby c'mon..