Ty'z House Lyrics

Mafia

Ya know, ha, ya know

Nigga

It be hella bodies downstairs at Ty's house (Mob)

The whole mob, talkin' shit, shootin' dice with they straps out (Yessir)

Gettin' high, knock at the back door, who's that now? (Go get that)

Real niggas enter, square niggas back down

It be hella bodies downstairs at Ty's house (Mob)

The whole mob, talkin' shit, shootin' dice with they straps out (Yessir)

Gettin' high, knock at the back door, who's that now? (Go get that)

Real niggas enter, square niggas back down

It's my niggas home but it look like a trap house

Over the years we done fucked in every room in that damn house

I was gettin' sucky face right there on that tan couch, he'll be all up in the room fuckin' a 'lil bitch brains out

Grimey niggas, we ain't worried 'bout washin' stains out

Came here after many licks where the homies just hang out

A couple gettin' money, a couple is banged out

Young life in this bitch, nigga smokin' they brains out

Slap box in the backyard, tussles in the front

Niggas use to kick Mello's ass 'round the house just for fun

When niggas got kicked out, they came here to bundle up and when a bitch came through she know we wasn't cuddling up

So many thangs found around the house for evidence, there's real thugs in this mothafucka, that's evident

What you need an what you want? The back door or the window, joog came through scared, I had to tell him that's my kinfolk

It be hella bodies downstairs at Ty's house (Mob)

The whole mob, talkin' shit, shootin' dice with they straps out (Yessir)

Gettin' high, knock at the back door, who's that now? (Go get that)

Real niggas enter, square niggas back down

It be hella bodies downstairs at Ty's house (Mob)

The whole mob, talkin' shit, shootin' dice with they straps out (Yessir)

Gettin' high, knock at the back door, who's that now? (Go get that)

Real niggas enter, square niggas back down

Runnin' from the narcs

Runnin' from the sparks, we all hit the backyard, our lifestyles hard

We never had shit easy, me and Ty hit for the peezy

We got back to the house and split it evenly, we live by the code of secrecy

And frequently we got a house full

We leave an hit the freeway, all the homies get in carpool

Hatred, vengeance an violence, all the homies got a heart full

Young nigga got aim like Katniss, he'll shoot you with the harpoon

Dumb niggas getting caught up talkin' too much on them smart phones

That house is in the thick of things, that's where we go when we don't got moves

Shootin' dice over the scenery, the back yard is how we spot dudes

They usually there for us if the whole block is filled with cop cars

Even the cops is scared cause we got guns and known to pop ours

We'll turn the suburbs to the slums nigga wherever we pop off

Man fuck this bitch, take me to Ty's house, that's the drop off

I wanna be with my real niggas bitch, no knock offs

It be hella bodies downstairs at Ty's house (Mob)

The whole mob, talkin' shit, shootin' dice with they straps out (Yessir)

Gettin' high, knock at the back door, who's that now? (Go get that)

Real niggas enter, square niggas back down

It be hella bodies downstairs at Ty's house (Mob)

The whole mob, talkin' shit, shootin' dice with they straps out (Yessir)

Gettin' high, knock at the back door, who's that now? (Go get that)

Real niggas enter, square niggas back down