HOUSE GANG ANIMALZ - Park Hillz Finest lyrics

(feat. Fes Taylor, Inspectah Deck, Leathafase)

[Fes Taylor:]

Yo, Fes Taylor the gangsta, ride on you wankstas

Now I pull it and shake ya, or bullets and bang ya

Park Hill, 240 building we make a killin'

Rap gang make a million, it's like ransom from takin' children

Ya'll create the villain, and then wanna see 'em dead

When he seein' bread, you be soaked like you peed the bed

I'm the reason you bleed

I'm squeezin' fly lead, right through ya fuckin' head

Always somethin' said

Spread love to my wolves, shed blood for my crew

Gangster it out, do what you wanna do

Want to talk city to city, and coach state to state

Betty Crocker ain't got shit on the kid, when bakin' cakes

I brake you an eighth, get on your feet, but I ain't wit'

Niggas livin' off me, wake up and smell the coffee

I know you cowards wanna off me

I ham shower, on they walkie talkies

Pull the caliber on porky

[Leathafase:]

Livin' star, a constellation that can't shine

I'm hungry, when facin' starvation, I plant nines

Divined in the cut, you get touched our imposts

To the spine of the gut, when you get bust by the toast

Now you roast from the things, that I cut you on post

Smoke a Dutch to the roach, with my criminal approach

My material soaks in your brain cells

Cats with scratch serials, will crack ya egg shell

It's Leathafase bitch, get the correct name spelled

Your son, your a lame, and I'mma make your frame melt

Under the belt, lies a 3-89, loco I'm crazy

I got big guns larger then a premature baby

Now you see us all gravy, over white rice, home slice

Bring animosity, precise to your doorstep

No remorse, no regrets, I just inject death

From a handheld object that'll lay you to rest

[Interlude: Carlton Fisk]

You know how we do, lay you to rest nigga

Comin' for ya'll niggas, explosion

[Carlton Fisk:]

Nothin' to say now, industry beef

We gon' spray rounds to lay down, crime boss pay now

Don't get it fucked up, drape that'll extra grime

When I pop up, you next in line

Swift with a nine, and conflict, the four foot five

And we AWOL, can't control these Animalz, and mind that

Staten Island's back on the map

Why, the PLO, fugitives that, get used to the fact

Drama in the streets, you gon' see it, son get used to the clap

Block bust emotions, picture doggie preview that

Carlton Fisk, low on the Lex, gorilla Homicide Housing

Came to collect, no sound, just pain in your neck

This Homicide Housing, comin' for ya'll niggas

[La Banga:]

I run with, R felons, and reputed assassins

Reckless criminals, who live for the action

Like when it's on, beef becomes merciless

And this coincides with slashes, stabbings, and murders

Countless with bleep on the scene

Jet in crib, to change outfits

Hopin' they ain't seen at the time

To return to the scene of the crime

The shake cops and snitches

The name of the pitches, incorporate with a mind

Who eliminates problems in any bank in it's path of ritches

See your treasury, and life is through ya math and bitches

Half made it, half seen it, and half statistics

I know, niggas bein' tried for bodies

Cause when they got snatched for ratchets

Their guns had match for listens

Trays ya presented, is somethin' like words of a witness

That got permission, to go and criticize my flow

But one things for sho', which ya'll can't condemn this

Get with infinite glow, and ya'll can't just end it

You got beef, then kill yourself, fuck your henchmen

[Inspectah Deck:]

I roll with a dirty dozen, thirsty hustlin'

Crawl back, you heard me cousin, ya herbs be frontin'

Dangerous I came with, banger and fists

Majorin' this, you think not, wager your chips

We lay in the pits, with weed bags, razors and bigs

Fuck this cow hide, this how I, been able the gift

Make them thugs get down on the floor, we found on the low

For them pesos, we pound on your dough

Wolves in the wilderness, from bricks on the juggle

Equip with the muscle, big fish in this hustle

Chicks that'll fuck you, then bust you

No love in the struggle, and don't talk to me, I don't trust you

Raw like ants that'll bite, how to get hype

Runnin' with the mountain bike, shoutin' my kite, what up?