Artist: House Gang Album: n/a Song: 500 Cal Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: Carlton Fisk] Let's go... (House Gang, aight, you know what it is) Yo, you don't see me over here, man? Fuck you doing? (Dude said Staten Island, what up?) [Carlton Fisk] Carlo, sick wrist, stick shift, sick whip With the clutch, superhead bitch riding shotgun Pops swallow, know the stashbox, chrome mack with the hollows Know her man switch, she popped something If her man need the option, down bitch not a problem Everywhere I'm seen, know I got one My whole team gon' rep to death Can't be a major nigga when you're taking minor steps Every soldier gon' ride 'til it's no one left 'Til I'm laying next to Why and Cent Motherfucker, this is real hood connect Not special effects, House Gang, feel the reign of the tech Nigga, remain or get wet, same shit, different day, I expect To get paid, ricochets even teared through your flesh More or less you should know that we posing a threat Exposing sugar-coated niggaz holes to the trench [D.C.] D.C., I'm what hell couldn't accept and jail couldn't correct I'm back now, black down, shells, put in the tech And you know I carry the fifth Cuz you know I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six I puff L's, call my Bally my piff, call a coward a bitch And stuff shells, no Italian dish, Chuck Tayl's and I Cali my dicks And bump to Cali y'all dicks, cuz drug sales got 'em tapping my shit Why you only play the role of a G? Me, I'm D.C., I live by and die by the code of a G G-Coded, that means I abide by the code to the T When I drive-by exposing the heat cuz bye-bye holy ya team Five I ride O to the G and I turn an O to a ki I-95 O to the T, grind time I-O to the D O double to N.Y., buggy ya friend's eye The same way they bugged the Benz I Been fly since Why hooked up and I been live And double every buck since the buck of that twin five If it's trouble then I'm bucking the twin five [P.C.] Aiyo, I knock niggaz off with one shot So ya best bet's, to disappear when the gun pop You could disappear when it gun pop I eat ya food, I don't want nothing out of ya lunchbox When I move, I don't stop Green light all day, smoke weed, get high all day Who the fuck said crime don't pay? Crime pays and when it comes to money, nigga, I don't play You could die the Diallo way Forty-one shots hit you in the building then I slide away Snitches wanna see me locked away 'Til we find you running your mouth, I send a shot your way Everywhere I go, I act street I'm as cool as an A.C., but watch ya back I pack heat Couple of shots knock you back to last week I'm running the block, y'all chasing after the fiends Anybody coming after my team, getting hit with the iron Not the one that be spitting out steam Straight holes, no creases, pimps and hoes, I stay decent Tricks and hoes, they stay beasting, can't see the precinct So if I'm not on my grind, I'm out looking for a chick I could breeze with Still on the block, stash money in a Timberland box Fuck hoes, I ain't feeling these rocks Stop fronting like this nigga ain't hot When I write I take time, and I don't mean stealing a watch So let's get it, it ain't about money, I ain't with it Red beams put little dots on ya fitted [La Banga] Y'all don't have much of a choice except this here I'm here to claim the crown, my Loose Linx fam Loose Linx form the House Gang, La Bang's the name We gon' save the grain 'fore replace the soil I don't care if I make it in success, I'm still put the coke in the jar Jar to the pot 'til it's properly boiled And it's the best, I can't handle the stress of having garbage When cash gets slow, it make you wanna start shit You like the shells with the gun in the cartridge Give 'em hell if they don't understand controlling the market Y'all some fools if y'all don't think I'ma spark it My backup is Donnie and Carlton so it ain't nothing for problem Man, y'all some all day, any time access targets Y'all artillery can't match our arson, so stop the nonsense Asking for war but it ain't no stopping Once it's on and popping, shells get to cracking something Pick up my team and bounce in an Ac' or something We calling it the getaway hoopty Turned the Manhattan strip to a movie It's law, it's prescripted that you know the routine of how we moving Pretty thugs crush the party, Timbs and new jeans We not your average or basic, just based on how we do things A six million ways to die, so get the choosing So best believe that we ain't losing Y'all should know that it's gon' get more deep So bring so more heat, it's been on and war ain't peaked We in the battle stage, from here on, let's smash all beef Whether it's on the streets or on the beats Whatever, a punk for the action About to make more noise than shotgun pumps with double action Y'all want the trouble? If y'all really asking No cure for this headache, no acupuncture or Aspirins You might get smashed in, fish from the North Stars, we all-stars A lot of stars they know us and want us with their entourage House Gang's the squad, La Bang's the God Pressure busts pipes and y'all know that So when it's supplied, know I'm willing to ride Protect my dome cuz it's home and jewels that it harbors inside Roll with the rush and the punches, fuck what you thought I'm not responsible for your assumptions, say what you want Six million ways to die, pick what you want Is what I suggest, show me another way to handle it best I'm not a killa but y'all try make me Cuz that's been dwelling in my psychoanalysis lately Police building cases on me, jamming my route But I'm known to switch my pace, but folks out to figure me out But y'all can't, niggaz, cuz I'm an enigma... Nah I mean? Fuck off!