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in the house..

[lord mercy]
Land-lord, up in the house get it*
Rah digga, up in the *come 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: turn the up
we about to creep up *come get it*
L: it's off the
Plus we tear the up *come get it*
R: ladies g'd up,
smoke the weed up *come get it*
L: what? baby get it (rah: what? nigga come get it)

digga]
Check it, I come in sweeter than la nikita
Be all up in hood like I'm a c&c two liter
The honey that be doin her she thing
On some mya shit, like "it's all about me"
I bleed things, blunt slicer on my
Bra top, lots of g-strings, havin weed
I'd be if this the 1900's
Cause niggaz gon get it, and want it
I'm totin bags, eyes redder a photo lab
The spins on single, won't even top my promo ad
Hard drops quicker than jackers at the car
Couldn't get no harder if you went to of hard knocks
The bitch, sometime be punchliney bitch
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 niggaz just bounce to this
All my rampage niggaz just to this
All my hurricane niggaz just bounce to
All my niggaz if you me just, bounce with this
Okay, this is how it goes, pimpin all you,
em outside the shows, time to get the dough
Up in the studio, smokin the
Writin the hot shit, you for me to go
Threw on the ram' bounce, shakin yo' ass yo
Bump this in your lex or your expo'
Flipmode squad, we the ones in videos
Catch us the fly shit, but you don't hear me doe
Rampage, professional, just your feet
We bout to you do the jerk, get out your seats
Seven days a week and we the squad 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 the fog rays
International capital, checks cashed in
Damage hood, natural, spend grands for goods
Traditional niggaz know -- scream on players like
Dj call in some mo', invincible pretty
Grammar god, swing like gold from
Twenty-four carat charms, with smooth cuts like vaughn
Here we go, we go -- attitude
Spit the hotter than soul food from baton rouge
Come, like malcolm, on any album
Some got like sly stone, what you about son?
Here it is, here it is -- the raw
Who the boss? human any fantastic four
Player, I be a point guard, controllin
In the 4th quarter, it's all like holdin springs

2x

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