[00:00.000] 作曲 : Gaspare Magaddino/Kalem Tarrant/Joshua Hamilton/Christopher Lindsey
[00:00.188]It's HAUNTED HOUSE, **** you and everybody you love, bitch
[00:01.248]
[00:02.183][MONGO:]
[00:03.166]We ain't playin with ya hoe
[00:04.483]We ain't playin with ya trick
[00:05.901]We ain't playin with ya hand of god we in this bitch
[00:08.820]We ain't playin with ya hoe
[00:10.154]We ain't playin with ya trick
[00:11.571]We ain't playin with ya hand of god we hit a lick
[00:14.173]We ain't playin with ya hoe
[00:15.840]We ain't playin with ya trick
[00:17.274]We ain't playin with ya hand of god we in this bitch
[00:20.077]We ain't playin with ya hoe
[00:21.410]We ain't playin with ya trick
[00:22.861]We ain't playin with ya hand of god we hit a lick
[00:25.462]
[00:25.795][MANGO:]
[00:26.062]Hand of god dispatchin' any perpetrators, get 'em done
[00:28.330]Smokin' on that herb, sippin' worse, mind look like my lungs
[00:30.950]Choppa bust, put 'em in a box that's 6 feet under dust
[00:33.784]**** 'em up, tell his momma keep him in that ****in' trust
[00:36.637]Boy this game ain't for y'all, suckas gettin' undercut
[00:39.454]G-O-D off the wall, jumpin' on them tables bruh
[00:42.273]Pissin' on your ****in' cause, break the law, make that cut
[00:45.007]M-O-N-G-O, that's my name-o, don't get it ****ed up
[00:47.976]Run up on me wrong, I lock your ass up in the corridor
[00:50.677]Underneath the floor, get a crumb and you can't get no more
[00:53.396]Count up all the stacks you want, you nothin' but a ****in' hoe
[00:56.297]Mongo and the clique run in that bitch after we kick that door
[00:59.466]Like I said before, furthest thing from playin' with ya hoe
[01:01.917]Tie him up if he survive, have him prayin' in his home
[01:04.752]I think you can guess what's next if I start sprayin' with that chrome
[01:07.688]M-O-N-G-O, M-O-N-G-O, end ya whole shit
[01:10.422]
[01:10.603][SXMPRA:]
[01:10.841]Buss that shit like johnny gat lil bitch I swang my devastator
[01:13.341]Devastate em bitch I'm goin up I'm only elevating
[01:16.075]Coming up out that elevator choppa knockin blocks
[01:18.743]Got that scrilla on the table and I'm sippin off the rocks
[01:21.445]Anyone want that motha****in smoke
[01:23.129]Explode like dander close
[01:24.613]Merciless up on this bitch we let these motha****as know
[01:27.382]I ball
[01:27.948]Let em bodies fall
[01:28.996]Bitch I make a call
[01:29.914]Sippin a tall
[01:30.681]Till I be up in a grave I be keepin it **** em all
[01:32.799]**** em all
[01:33.533]Young wig splitta
[01:34.817]Big hitta
[01:36.001]20 on my body bitch I'm makin big figures
[01:38.709]Big killa
[01:39.941]And there ain't nobody iller
[01:41.378]**** it if you think there is then imma put lead in they liver
[01:44.299]
[01:44.481][GONDA:]
[01:44.597]Drop it to the floor hoe
[01:46.290]I'm goin loco
[01:47.146]You gettin slapped on a shirt like a logo
[01:49.998]I get to snappin on these niggas like a photo
[01:52.784]They put 12 on me like im runnin from the popo
[01:55.635]We gon be alright
[01:57.085]I could do this all night
[01:58.486]Get it jumpin at the show the pit look like a bar fight
[02:01.238]She drop it real low
[02:02.722]Deal me what's the deal tho
[02:04.223]She do the splits on it like banana peel hoe
[02:07.009]At the party with my gang
[02:08.859]I don't give a ****
[02:09.843]Throw your hands in the air bitch get buck
[02:12.630]He chillin in the parking lot look like a sittin duck
[02:15.647]My choppa got gorilla glue on it you gettin stuck
[02:18.717]It's godhand bitch we know you niggas hate us
[02:21.285]I feel like SXMPRA wearing black and white like it's the raiders
[02:24.154]I feel like Savage Ga$p turn 'em into poltergeists
[02:26.739]Me and MONGO 6 foot you niggas barely shoulder height
[02:29.473]
[02:29.655][Savage Ga$p:]
[02:29.788]Ok like Drop dead, run it back
[02:31.020]Make another hunnid bands
[02:32.291]Coming from underworld
[02:33.625]No wonder why I'm wanted dead
[02:35.209]Stupid mother****er get to running, do the running man
[02:37.961]Public education fit
[02:39.997]Blick, Rick Owen's trench
[02:41.130]God hand
[02:42.156]Pull up with sticks look like a rock band
[02:43.632]I walked in
[02:44.327]What the **** was up with all that talking?
[02:46.415]Drop him, finish him
[02:47.760]Victory flawless
[02:49.261]His girl gave me top, bro you paid for her doctorate?
[02:52.130]Like What?
[02:53.581]Had to pop out with my guys
[02:55.239]Evil spirits in my mind
[02:58.049]Voices tell me it's a sign
[03:00.651]Every time my opps smile, I feel an angel die
[03:03.453]Dismemberment delicate dissamble your cerebellum
[03:06.273]Dancing with devils
[03:07.020]Jealous overzealous and scared to tell em
[03:09.104]Chain weighing heavy around my neck, it's goin heavy metal
[03:11.856]Black isabella Moran, and Margielas, I look venom
[03:14.708]Femto femto where your friends go?
[03:17.660]God hand God hand in your eardrums
[03:20.161]Spectres creepin through your window
[03:22.930]Dead people in my pockets, think I'm boutta spend 'em
[03:25.448]
[03:25.647][MONGO:]
[03:26.281]We ain't playin with ya hoe
[03:27.782]We ain't playin with ya trick
[03:29.166]We ain't playin with ya hand of god we in this bitch
[03:32.018]We ain't playin with ya hoe
[03:33.368]We ain't playin with ya trick
[03:34.802]We ain't playin with ya hand of god we hit a lick
[03:37.688]We ain't playin with ya hoe
[03:39.038]We ain't playin with ya trick
[03:40.456]We ain't playin with ya hand of god we in this bitch
[03:43.341]We ain't playin with ya hoe
[03:44.624]We ain't playin with ya trick
[03:46.142]We ain't playin with ya hand of god we hit a lick

作曲 : Gaspare Magaddino/Kalem Tarrant/Joshua Hamilton/Christopher Lindsey
It's HAUNTED HOUSE, **** you and everybody you love, bitch

We ain't playin with ya hoe
We ain't playin with ya trick
We ain't playin with ya hand of god we in this bitch
We ain't playin with ya hoe
We ain't playin with ya trick
We ain't playin with ya hand of god we hit a lick
We ain't playin with ya hoe
We ain't playin with ya trick
We ain't playin with ya hand of god we in this bitch
We ain't playin with ya hoe
We ain't playin with ya trick
We ain't playin with ya hand of god we hit a lick

Hand of god dispatchin' any perpetrators, get 'em done
Smokin' on that herb, sippin' worse, mind look like my lungs
Choppa bust, put 'em in a box that's 6 feet under dust
**** 'em up, tell his momma keep him in that ****in' trust
Boy this game ain't for y'all, suckas gettin' undercut
G-O-D off the wall, jumpin' on them tables bruh
Pissin' on your ****in' cause, break the law, make that cut
M-O-N-G-O, that's my name-o, don't get it ****ed up
Run up on me wrong, I lock your ass up in the corridor
Underneath the floor, get a crumb and you can't get no more
Count up all the stacks you want, you nothin' but a ****in' hoe
Mongo and the clique run in that bitch after we kick that door
Like I said before, furthest thing from playin' with ya hoe
Tie him up if he survive, have him prayin' in his home
I think you can guess what's next if I start sprayin' with that chrome
M-O-N-G-O, M-O-N-G-O, end ya whole shit

Buss that shit like johnny gat lil bitch I swang my devastator
Devastate em bitch I'm goin up I'm only elevating
Coming up out that elevator choppa knockin blocks
Got that scrilla on the table and I'm sippin off the rocks
Anyone want that motha****in smoke
Explode like dander close
Merciless up on this bitch we let these motha****as know
I ball
Let em bodies fall
Bitch I make a call
Sippin a tall
Till I be up in a grave I be keepin it **** em all
**** em all
Young wig splitta
Big hitta
20 on my body bitch I'm makin big figures
Big killa
And there ain't nobody iller
**** it if you think there is then imma put lead in they liver

Drop it to the floor hoe
I'm goin loco
You gettin slapped on a shirt like a logo
I get to snappin on these niggas like a photo
They put 12 on me like im runnin from the popo
We gon be alright
I could do this all night
Get it jumpin at the show the pit look like a bar fight
She drop it real low
Deal me what's the deal tho
She do the splits on it like banana peel hoe
At the party with my gang
I don't give a ****
Throw your hands in the air bitch get buck
He chillin in the parking lot look like a sittin duck
My choppa got gorilla glue on it you gettin stuck
It's godhand bitch we know you niggas hate us
I feel like SXMPRA wearing black and white like it's the raiders
I feel like Savage Ga$p turn 'em into poltergeists
Me and MONGO 6 foot you niggas barely shoulder height

Ok like Drop dead, run it back
Make another hunnid bands
Coming from underworld
No wonder why I'm wanted dead
Stupid mother****er get to running, do the running man
Public education fit
Blick, Rick Owen's trench
God hand
Pull up with sticks look like a rock band
I walked in
What the **** was up with all that talking?
Drop him, finish him
Victory flawless
His girl gave me top, bro you paid for her doctorate?
Like What?
Had to pop out with my guys
Evil spirits in my mind
Voices tell me it's a sign
Every time my opps smile, I feel an angel die
Dismemberment delicate dissamble your cerebellum
Dancing with devils
Jealous overzealous and scared to tell em
Chain weighing heavy around my neck, it's goin heavy metal
Black isabella Moran, and Margielas, I look venom
Femto femto where your friends go?
God hand God hand in your eardrums
Spectres creepin through your window
Dead people in my pockets, think I'm boutta spend 'em

We ain't playin with ya hoe
We ain't playin with ya trick
We ain't playin with ya hand of god we in this bitch
We ain't playin with ya hoe
We ain't playin with ya trick
We ain't playin with ya hand of god we hit a lick
We ain't playin with ya hoe
We ain't playin with ya trick
We ain't playin with ya hand of god we in this bitch
We ain't playin with ya hoe
We ain't playin with ya trick
We ain't playin with ya hand of god we hit a lick