Blades House Gang Animalz (Ft. Inspectah Deck)

[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
Once again I gotta take a nigga head off for not believing
So be it... yo...

[Inspectah Deck]
Intro to outro, bout it, fo' sho
Prime time, with the pros, hoes out of control
Fine wine with the 'dro, I don't powder my nose
Wise guys in control, show them how to get dough
This is S.I.N.Y., now you know
The fugitive on the strip, with the pounds of 'dro
Cast arm, strong arm, hot rounds of blow
La Bang', with the snub aim down your throat
House Gang on the track, now you're menacin' through
It gets rowdy, allow me to finish your food
U.D.'s in the kitchen, with the sinister brew
Makin' million men march like Minister Lou
Spike Jonze couldn't clone my life, I'm Deck Malcovich
I'm countin' my chips, diggin' out a bitch
Dippin' in a powder six, splittin' cigars
Hold weight like the bench inside the prison yard
The Hill to the grill, nigga feel the God
New kids in the biz, better kneel to Czar
2-4, H.G.'s, U.D.'s, the family
Hittin' like a thousand milligrams of E
Stay gone on the ziploc baggies of charm
Knock you out with the word play, daddy, it's on
Suicidal like a Shite, carryin' bombs
To make more Pulp Fiction than Sammy and John