House Of Pain - Fed Up Remix Lyrics
I say brothers are amused by other brothers repsBut theyre all playing roles just like omar eppsI see so many players I wonder where the coach isMy names everlast Im hard to kill like roachesThe dough that youre making has got you fronting and fakingYour hearts been shook your brains cooked like baconCant believe youre not butter you thought you was on itOut trying to flaunt it but its just blue bonnetAnd now its my turn kid watch me churnTheres only so many spots theyre had to earnPack it up pack it inLet me beginToo many men are judged by the color of their skinTheir apparatus gets blessed,Suckers get put to restThe more damn pureI got the cure for this festThe wackness is spreading like a plagueMcs, they wanna get paidBut they cant make the *****in gradeHow many times you wannabes gonna try?Yo they just style like dockersThey cant touch the knowelege I disordifyI tavel through the darkness carrying my torch like a soldierWhen Im holdin down the fortFor some time, nowOthers callin it manuscriptWhen I stop to go a topThey be like damn he flippedNow Im sick, and fed up wit that bullshitI got that lyrical front tipWhen you sell out to appeal to the massesYou have to go back and enroll in some classesAll you worthless pieces start shaking your assesAll you blunt holders take two pulls and pass itBack in 89 I dropped too much acidRock from lake habasoo out to lake placidWhile you busy ragging on the people you blastedIm asking how many days have you fastedChorusGet up Ill break ya down a little somethingIm fed up its time to go head huntingDead up too many crews be frontingIm fed up its time to go head huntingGet up Ill break ya down a little somethingIm fed up its time to go head huntingDead up too many crews be frontingIm fed up its time to go head huntingIm sick, demented, I smack my managerThe flow thats flessinIm adressing all yall imaturesCause to your back, I got the tre piounce pieteTell me why you tryin to claim that you a gansta, baby?But lets suppose you really had a burner(suppose)You would still need some lessons on how to hold it firmer***** a murder Im a just kill your egoCause we know that you aint really got no peopleMurdering a prop my man this my homey thatYou need to get the ***** out my face cause you dont know me jackEney, meeny, miney, moeI put seeds in your mental and I watch em growTurn on the instrument and then clock my flowPut the dough in my pocket and I rock the showCause I know and you this is how we goSomalaku to the muslimShalom to the hebrewGeed lust envy sloth gluttony pride and wrath do the mathThese seven deadly sins represent my jinnYou scheming on testing me kid where you beenI been told all my life Im my only friendTheres a killer on the road money its the endAnd you might think that Im a dummyBut while youre out at the spot Im homes chilling with your honeyI kicks flavorLike steven king I write the horrorIf you wanna see tomorrow when I lead youre best to followOr youll be left along the road in the dust(in the dust)And me and you wont have too much to discussI dont know whyMcs will come to test for ionideMaster of myself, my wealthIts just my state of mindI stack my lootJust for a rainy dayAnd you can parch on your fortyCause rappers I slayIm the quick drawThe outlawI doubt yallReady to ***** with meSo boy stopOr, Im a beat your assLike your popsHit the real estate money and then the propsChorus
