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I'm Housin' Coolin on the scene like a horse in a stable A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable I stepped back like it wasn't no thing Punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring I had an ace in the hole when it came to that Yo Z you was packin You know I was strapped Posse kept rollin it was hard to get with em So I stepped back and unbuttoned my Lee denim They kept coming just like I figured So I stepped back, and started sprayin niggaz What a way to go out, out like a sucka But I'm on track, like a Long Island train that can head your mission, suckers who be dissing Always on my jock like a snake always hissing Grabbing and tapping me like Luther Vandross Take me to the bar for the drink and make a toast Givin best wishes to the best MC And when the spot is blown, ey yo you know it's me
Because I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
Coolin at a party, no better yet disco Head feelin mellow from a bottle of Cisco Move... To crush and fry a sucker MC like crisco Gimme the cue, check one two Don't try to come off on me, because you doo-doo Treatin me the Z to the D, like a stepchild Well let me tell you homeboy you're livin foul MC's, you know who you are On the bandwagon Why Z Cuz you a star This is the year that when the joker's are wild When a fag can't hack it and try to bite the style I get hip to the scheme, before it happens If it gets wild, then I'll start cappin But for now, since everything's calm Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
Because I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
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