Caine House

See, I brought you where I hang out
You got some suckers that's hollering my name out
Remember me? You running up out the game house
Nigga, just for you, I'll blow his brains out
I'll blow his brains out
I'll blow his motherfucking brains out
See, I brought you where I hang out
You got some suckers that's hollering my name out
Remember me? You running up out the game house
Nigga, just for you, I'll blow his brains out
I'll blow his brains out
I'll blow his motherfucking brains out

Two of my homies got killed with hollow
Point tips, and it looked like hell
Three point five million from those narcotic sales
Can't find that mail, 72 hours incarcerated
All because my hood floss, bloody bodies cover the pavement
That player hater shit is what brings that type of drama
What nigga need to start doing is just kidnapping your mama
Heavy in the game for eight years, so watch my niggas catch stripes
In the middle of the night, seeing fiends smoke pipes
Dub sack and cognac help me deal with these phonies
Busting jealous of G's that I stack from those tax ponies
I got homies with L's on they back (Say what?)
Who fell through the crack and had to shake some for they mess
When will you, when will you realize
The cock and Glocks pop those cops?
Make a mill' off each block, ride drop top and kill them with G-knots
Don't trust those bitches, they choose to switch, then let them switch
Go ahead and trust them, you'll have no money screaming, "Beyotch!"
Bippity-bang-bang (Uh), when we blast this drum like Solo
Hold on my En Vogue, put out the indo, let down the window
Tax West, X, some of these niggas in the mix with the bullshit
Let them know in the door it's a full clip
When you busting me, that's when you slip
They steady running and gunning, keep niggas up off my lay low
Got niggas on the payroll to the kid when I say so
Three eight-O, it gets so fatal, I don't wanna start for no one
Sometimes it get to the point I cock
My hammer, you see what I'm saying?

See, I brought you where I hang out
You got some suckers that's hollering my name out
Remember me? You running up out the game house
Nigga, just for you, I'll blow his brains out
I'll blow his brains out
I'll blow his motherfucking brains out
See, I brought you where I hang out
You got some suckers that's hollering my name out
Remember me? You running up out the game house
Nigga, just for you, I'll blow his brains out
I'll blow his brains out
I'll blow his motherfucking brains out

The Lord is my witness, how my life has been this living hell
With the thug life up on the street, and sure into the cell
Unlawful use of weapon, they caught me with a TEC-9
And since they found probable cause, they never did waste no time
Seven years depressants took another brother manhood
He shooting that crap up under the Benz, they say it's all good
But I was young (Young), didn't know any better
Although I did cop out for boot camp, done give a brother seven
Years of prison tears with my homie doing biz
I guess that penitentiary life is what a thug lives
My only first, maybe won't be my last
But here's a tip for these cops next time I'm going out with the blast
So if you look up at this black mask, eyes of straight madness
Ready to buck you down upon the ground for all my past
So just give your souls up, give your souls up, don't hold up
We do or die, and you know we straight soldiers

See, I brought you where I hang out
You got some suckers that's hollering my name out
Remember me? You running up out the game house
Nigga, just for you, I'll blow his brains out
I'll blow his brains out
I'll blow his motherfucking brains out
See, I brought you where I hang out
You got some suckers that's hollering my name out
Remember me? You running up out the game house
Nigga, just for you, I'll blow his brains out
I'll blow his brains out
I'll blow his motherfucking brains out

Nigga, I got your back, you got mine, let's keep it coming
Throw your guns in the air, uh-uh, no time for running
In the midst of gunning, it's do or die when we ride out
Nigga, roll, you coming? Let's leave the scene and go and hide out
In the midst of tripping, slip in the clippin', let's get to dipping
Motherfucker gon' die because he lied about my homie flipping
Swoll head in the broke jaw, fuck that
My nigga, you dead and gone, but you better believe I'm busting back
Ain't got no time for individuals who just wanna trip
You done broke his jaw, you done broke my law, so now I got to dip
Now whip up on that ass with this nine milla
You ain't fucking with a ho, you fucking
With a punk that be a stone killer
My niggas dead and gone, so rest in peace and close his casket
Shed plenty more tears, if it take ten
Years, I swear I'll kill this bastard
The war is on, grab the chrome, plus the clips and mask-es
Retaliation is a must, that's why I'm kicking asses
These PHNs, they straight be tripping 'cause the hood I come from
That's why I'm packing, 'fore they be
Jacking, 'cause these hoes don't want none
Can't get along, kicking smoke while talking player-ism
Got niggas on the side who's biting ears while spitting negatism
I got my nina off the safety ready to try it out
What made me do it? It was hood when I ride out
From north to the south, to the east
To the west, better roll with the best
And fuck your chief, 'cause his ass gon' die when I load this TEC

See, I brought you where I hang out
You got some suckers that's hollering my name out
Remember me? You running up out the game house
Nigga, just for you, I'll blow his brains out
I'll blow his brains out
I'll blow his motherfucking brains out
See, I brought you where I hang out
You got some suckers that's hollering my name out
Remember me? You running up out the game house
Nigga, just for you, I'll blow his brains out
I'll blow his brains out
I'll blow his motherfucking brains out

To them niggas in the pen (My niggas in the pen)
Who got cut up for that bullshit (Uh-huh, yeah)
Yeah, pulling triggers for bigger figures (What?)
That's it, them niggas loyal to this game (Loyal to this game, man)
And some of these niggas ain't your homie
The niggas you think your homie is not your
Homies (Niggas ain't your homies, son)
So when you look behind your back (Look behind
Your back, nigga, look behind your back)
That motherfucker might be having that knife stab you (Uh-huh, nigga)
So you watch that shit (Fuck), it's real (Uh-huh)
From out the pen, nigga (Uh-huh)
To them niggas in the pen on the street, yeah (Real, nigga)