House Of Pain - Fed Up Remix Lyrics

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I say brothers are amused by other brother's reps

But they're all playin' roles just like Omar Epps

I see so many players, I wonder where the coach is

My name's Everlast I'm hard to kill like roaches

The dough that you're makin' has got you frontin' and fakin'

Your heart's been shook, your brain's cooked like bacon

Can't believe you're not butter, you thought you was on it

Out tryin' to flaunt it, but it's just Blue Bonnet

And now it's my turn, kid, so watch me churn

There's only so many spots, they hard to earn

Pack it up, pack it in

Let me begin

Too many men are judged by the color of their skin

The apparatus gets blessed, suckers get put to rest

The more the impure, I got the cure for his vest

The whackest, is spreadin' like a plague

MC's they wanna get paid, but they can hit the f****' grave

How many times are wannabe's gonna try

Yo, they must wanna die

'Cause they can't touch the knowledge I personify

I travel through the darkest, carryin' my torch

The illest soldier when I'm holdin' down the fort

For some time now, a thousand scrolls and manuscripts

When I start to go all out, you be like damn he flipped

Now I'm sick and fed up with the bull shit

I got that lyrical full clip

When you sellout to appeal to the masses

You have to go back and enroll in some classes

All you earth pieces start shakin' your asses

All you blunt holders take two pulls and pass it

Back in '89 I dropped too much acid

Rock from Lake Habasu, out to Lake Placid

While you busy braggin' on the people you've blasted

I'm askin' how many days have you fasted

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CHORUS:

Get up, I'll break it down a little somethin'

I'm fed up, it's time to go head huntin'

Dead up, too many crew be frontin'

I'm fed up, it's time to go head huntin'

I'm sick, demented, smack my manager

The professional, addressin' all y'all amateurs

And to your back I got the ???tres crown siente???

Tell me why you tryin' to claim you were gangsta baby

And let's suppose you really had a burner

You still would need some lessons on how to hold it firmer

Fuck a murder, I'm a just kill your ego

'Cause we know, that you ain't really got no people

Mutterin' about, my man this, my homey that

You need to get the f*** out my face 'cause you don't know me jack

I say eeny, meney, miny, mo

I put seeds in your mental, and I watch them grow

Turn on the instrumental and clock my flow

Put the dough in my pocket, and I rock the show

'Cause I know, and you know, this is how we do

[Salama lakem] to the Muslim

[Shalom] to the Hebrew

Greed, lust, envy, sloth

Gluttony, pride, and wrath, do the math

These seven deadly sins represent my jinn

You schemin' on testin' me, kid, where you been

I've been told all my life I'm a only friend

There's a killer on the road, money, it's the end

And you might think that I'm a dummy

But while you're out at the spot, I'm home chillin' with your honey

I kicks flavor

Like Steven King a write the horror

If you want to see tomorrow, and when I lead, you best to follow

Or you'll be left along the road in the dust

And me and you won't have too much to discuss

I don't know why, MC's will come to test the ???eye and I???

Master of self, my wealth, it's just my state of mind

I stack my loot, just for the rainy day

And you can pour out your 40, for rappers I slay

I'm the quick draw, the outlaw, I doubt your

Ready to f*** with me, so boy stop

Or I'm a beat that ass like your pops

[Get the real estate, money, and then the props]

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