House Of Pain - Choose Your Poison Lyrics

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Bitches bitches bitches mutherfuckers

I say hey now c'mon y'all

If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall

Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose

And drink it old school style in your b-boy pose

I get off madd flows like a pack of eskimo's

On the dog sled in the blizzard 'cause i'm the wizard of oz

Ah shit i'm gonna wreck ya set

And you stepin' to me is just an empty threat

Something i can't sweat kid you never see my worry

I've never been caught but my hands may be dirty

5 years from 30 come check my age

If ya cant pop simply turn the page

And i'll engage wit that kid that's been shiftless

Stickin' to the roof of your mouth like some chippin'

Peanut butter ya know know my style's butter

'cause every word i utter rock's the sky's from the gutter

I make ya shudder when i rock your soul

I do dames the way i like i get mike's controlled

And if ya get bold well then ya get bit

'cause your knowledge is a trick kid it's makin' me sick

I say hey now c'mon y'all

If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall

Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose

And drink it old school style in your b-boy pose

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Hey now c'mon y'all

If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall

Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose

And drink it old school style in your b-boy pose

I'm danny boy with the hard core style

I'll punch you suckers in the mouth like a root canal

You get me started and i'm hard to stop

I got 45 calibers ready to pop

And when i pop off you drop off

You get blown out the frame 'cause the more shit change

The more things stay the same and i got no respect for your area

From brooklyn to dublin i keep your ass fumblin'

'cause i'm the fuckin' ball busta

Brooklyn heart breaker

House of pain pimp money maker

I say hey now c'mon y'all

If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall

Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose

And drink it old school style in your b-boy pose

Hey now c'mon y'all

If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall

Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose

And drink it old school style in your b-boy pose

I got rhymes finese i got rhymes galore

I got rhymes for peace i got rhymes for war

I got rhymes for heads i got rhymes for skins

I got rhymes kid your crew ain't got no wins

So step up if you wanna get your head cracked

Run up if you wanna get your skull knocked

Play the hard rock baby get your ears boxed

I'll kill you all just like i was the small pox

I'll kill ya livestock

Just like i was anthrax

Come see me live

Then crazy like the band sax

I say hey now c'mon y'all

If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall

Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose

And drink it old school style in your b-boy pose

Hey now c'mon y'all

If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall

Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose

And drink it old school style in your b-boy pose

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