House Of Pain

X-files

House Of Pain


Truly, I say truly 
Truly, Truly 

Well if Jesus is your Lord 
Then Praise your God
And if Islams's your Thing- 
Allah U Akbar 
And If you represent the 6 pointed star 
Well, then my Hebs back home told me say Shalom 
I put grooves in the mix 
I make moves like the Knicks 
I'll take ya strait up the lane 
And block you out the frame 
Then I freez it 
Believes it 
You needs it like heroin 
Before you git your fight on 
Kid, get your stare on 
Here come the Don Dada 
Makin' ghettos red hotter 
I drop the boom bada 
Like Jake LaMatta 
I can single you out 
And isolate you like Mato 
I'm undefeted like Rocky Marciano 
I hit you right below the belt 
Now you singin' Saprano 
Talk what ya talk 
Still you dont know what I know 

Chorus 

Something for ass 
Something for cash 
Some do the knowledge 
Some do the math 
Some stick to the road 
Some stray from the path 
Some do the knowlege 
Some do the math 

Now East Coast- West Coast 
Wonderin' what's the beef 
It's goin down rough 
Like swallowin teeth 
I say word to Din Lizzy 
kid, I get busy 
And I'll knock all of ya'll 
Off this wonder wall 
Cause on a daily basis 
I rock like Oasis 
Quick to be your style 
From a Fetus to a child 
I kill 14 billion cells 
Fuffin L's 
Stompin devils on all 9 levels of L 
check the transmission 
Hear the transition 
Observe the technition 
In fly night vision 
you high-light reels 
I lace my drug deals 
As you skim and check feels 
Off chics in high heels 
It's all bright and sunny 
When your holdin big money 
My Sonics got youth 
As my mud got honey 
I can be the king of grunge 
If I blow my spunge away 
there's a little black spot on the sun today 
Which I dont care if my souls are dead 
so come on and feel the sting of the true pain king 

Chorus (2x)