And if there's anyone still standin' thinkin' that their runnin'shit They can come and get some of this Chorus Come and get some of this (4x) Come and get some of this
come and get some of this Come and get some of this Come and get some of this Come and get some of this Come and get some of this Come and get some
Traduzione: House Of Pain. Come And Get Some O 'Questo.
And if there's anyone still standin' thinkin' that their runnin' shit They can come and get some of this [Chorus] Come and get some of this [x4] Come and get some of this
get crossed and get stuck in tha game and for tha rest of your life you will sit and remineise wonder why it had to end like this and to tha G's you
my chest A Thug niggas in tha house now you can rest I betcha never screamed a niggas whole name out and felt tha pleasure and tha pain about to
shed And it ain't stoppin till the muthafuckas lay dead Too many punk-ass niggas try to house on me And put the chrome to my dome and try to gaffle me
get heavy and overrun the town or did people come knock 'em down? Are they tryna help 'em out or tryna kick 'em out? When you see them come around to
Some deal with drug distribution, others walk the plantation Some know the code a' the streets, some got a college education Come down on the weekend, and
I don't ride, I just sit and watch the people there. And they remind me of windup cars in motion, the way they spin and turn and jockey for positions and
dipped [x2] [Brother Lynch] This some fake nigga pain How could I of knew it fat supply of liquor fluid And some green leaves that stank up the whole house
in this to grass it up like me Besides TNT, see an N and BG My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-G I guess it was a S-O-S from G-O-D Chaos has arisen
pain When all I needed was Common Sense And One More Chance, to Represent, Represent 'Cause whose world was this, the world was mine The most beautifullest things in this
and big Watts is goin make it slow That Rodney goin get the doe, that clover goin get some mo' Goin step in Harlem and scores and make it rain, make it
the migh-ty G-double-O, D-and-the-I-and-the-E, the M-and-the-O [Khujo] Yo, this ain't no chain to your brain Pistol and they gon' bang, plus drain ya