"Mi Casa"
(feat. Redman)
Every time i turn around somebody in my business
Time for you to testify can i get a witness
Actin like bitch's
Dirty Dick niggas look suspicous
Ain't physically fit for the fitness
Welcome to the game of death
Poly wanna biscut?
First prize a one way ticket to my shit list
And i spread it like a rumour or a sickness
Stand-by let a chicken head lay a chicklet
Can i slap a fat ass with da quickness
Stupid ass niggas goin abroad nigga get tha syphilys
Comin through son ima fuck you and your district
Miss representin miss interpreting and des misfit
Playboy, you aint got no balls plus your dickless
And i'm like a plumber layin pipe up in your misses
No man can hold hold me nor can control me
Next time you see me holla like you know me!
[Chorus]
You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
And its your stopper meth tical man and funk docta
You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
Bomb Droppa throw you outch ya mind who shot ya
You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
Hit it Hip Hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hotter
You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
I'm warnin you partna meth tical man and funk docta
You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
And its your stopper
You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
Bomb Droppa
You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
Hit it Hip Hoppers
You dont got no wins in Mi Casa
I'm warnin you partna

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