"Mad House" lyrics
Mr. Peter Parker, Cory Gunz & Sticky Fingaz Lyrics
Peter Parker, heavy hitter
You dun know, DJs
Cory Gunz, Rah, Sticky Fingaz
This is the final countdown
Welcome to the blood clot mad house, seen!
1 2 3 4 5 6 7, 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
Everybody drill and they kill at will
You'll get left like a deed you're done
Worry about beef, nigga, feed your son
Bang about peace, you don't need your gun
Nowadays everybody got their problem
But mine ain't one of these you one, my only concern?
Getting to the money
If it's not about a dollar, why do you think I'm a one it?
I don't post
Because I'm in post when niggas on posters that say wanted
He? broad day all day hundreds
Staircase chase in a hall way running
Find that play in a yard, they punted
Shit you saying they already done it?
I'm illest nigga alive
I'll catch you when the sun is down
And you don't know nothing this thrown
Till I knock that out your crown
Keep it ghostly from the town, nigga for the groceries
They run you down
They're going to throw a show for you in the sky
And donate the proceeds to the ground
Nigga wants smoke
You see the clouds, nigga if they roll for you
When it's loud, nigga
I move like I don't like sound
Nigga get you solo
I don't like crowds, nigga
Way left. I'm a foul nigga
I could face death with a smile
And I don't got to be a goat
But you gonna respect me and my cal nigga...
Countdown
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... 4321.
You know what's up?
Welcome to the Mad house
When Sticky Fingaz roll up, dump the whole bag out
Cuz once he turn up, it's about to get dragged out
4, 3, 2, 1
Countdown
Yall niggas is run of the muck
When sticky run up, you'll be running your bucks
You forcing that shit like you wanna get stuck
Keep talking that shit you get tossed in the trunk
Take you to Vegas Nevada, the price of the gas coulda saved me a dolla
Pumpin you niggas, you poppin your collar
Your joining your pops just a little bit Father
(Whoo) Killed well I did it...
Keep the money niggas you can die with it
Since we in Vegas, bet you and your life
You can't hold your breath for nine minutes?
I win, you lose, people will buy tickets
You sticking your nose up in my business
In case there's an eye witness
You buried alive, you can die living
Nigga, time is ticking
Any last words motherfucker I'm listening nigga
A nigga like you always picking a fool
I know where to dig I done it before
What's the size of the Christian Diors?
G.O.D where you going to?
You dun know, DJs
Cory Gunz, Rah, Sticky Fingaz
This is the final countdown
Welcome to the blood clot mad house, seen!
1 2 3 4 5 6 7, 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
Everybody drill and they kill at will
You'll get left like a deed you're done
Worry about beef, nigga, feed your son
Bang about peace, you don't need your gun
Nowadays everybody got their problem
But mine ain't one of these you one, my only concern?
Getting to the money
If it's not about a dollar, why do you think I'm a one it?
I don't post
Because I'm in post when niggas on posters that say wanted
He? broad day all day hundreds
Staircase chase in a hall way running
Find that play in a yard, they punted
Shit you saying they already done it?
I'm illest nigga alive
I'll catch you when the sun is down
And you don't know nothing this thrown
Till I knock that out your crown
Keep it ghostly from the town, nigga for the groceries
They run you down
They're going to throw a show for you in the sky
And donate the proceeds to the ground
Nigga wants smoke
You see the clouds, nigga if they roll for you
When it's loud, nigga
I move like I don't like sound
Nigga get you solo
I don't like crowds, nigga
Way left. I'm a foul nigga
I could face death with a smile
And I don't got to be a goat
But you gonna respect me and my cal nigga...
Countdown
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... 4321.
You know what's up?
Welcome to the Mad house
When Sticky Fingaz roll up, dump the whole bag out
Cuz once he turn up, it's about to get dragged out
4, 3, 2, 1
Countdown
Yall niggas is run of the muck
When sticky run up, you'll be running your bucks
You forcing that shit like you wanna get stuck
Keep talking that shit you get tossed in the trunk
Take you to Vegas Nevada, the price of the gas coulda saved me a dolla
Pumpin you niggas, you poppin your collar
Your joining your pops just a little bit Father
(Whoo) Killed well I did it...
Keep the money niggas you can die with it
Since we in Vegas, bet you and your life
You can't hold your breath for nine minutes?
I win, you lose, people will buy tickets
You sticking your nose up in my business
In case there's an eye witness
You buried alive, you can die living
Nigga, time is ticking
Any last words motherfucker I'm listening nigga
A nigga like you always picking a fool
I know where to dig I done it before
What's the size of the Christian Diors?
G.O.D where you going to?
