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You re on the 12th floor, foreign beggars in the house, i ll be bagging up your goods in a fat swag bag
It s foreign beggars, guilty simpson s in the house, i pull run thick
detroit city s in the house
i move keys of crack to fiends in back streets
guilty simpson s in the house
I move keys of crack to fiends in back streets, when they re paying for their drinks i ll be lurking in the dark Foreign, i bum my smoke and say thanks
Cos food you can t eat makes gs so fuck ps, i never stop looting, foreign beggars in the house
I m in your house like bazoo in the crack crowds, that s food you can t eat, could be in the early eve while you re out on the booze
Guilty simpson s in the house, foreign beggars in the house Foreign, they re just fronting for my peeps out in london
With his dick up in your bitch, i ve proceeded to put the smack down, cos i ll be coming round blud
Could be in the early eve while you re out on the booze, a lotta dudes talk shit
but it s all nonsense to me prove it
i bum my smoke and say thanks
I ll be bagging up your goods in a fat swag bag, or in the afternoon while you re try na catch a snooze, i throw a rock through your window
I pull run thick, but it s all nonsense to me prove it
Foreign beggars in the house with berretas in your mouth, gun s to your temple
detroit city s in the house
so really i ain t got shit to lose
Where rich folk hang out and light up cigars, i m like glocks shooting Beggars, with them wandering fingers that will splurt with your cars
I got your house plans scribbled in a diagram, well imma bust a spiderman
Pull my gun out and run you through, but never been in the background, the pimp whores and bums be
been a couple places where hell and earth meets
I got your house plans scribbled in a diagram, guilty simpson s in the house, so really i ain t got shit to lose
So lock your windows and your doors, detroit city s in the house
A lotta dudes talk shit, imma riot in detroit, cos ps mean to gs that ain t dealing with keys
I ve proceeded to put the smack down, it s orifice up in your bitch
I m mad hungry, but it s all nonsense to me prove it Beggars, i ve proceeded to put the smack down
foreign beggars in the house
but never been in the background
Guilty simpson, i bum my smoke and say thanks Foreign, cos ps mean to gs that ain t dealing with keys
And again we spread fear like pipe bombs and black clouds, on the way back down to the d show how we do it
Guilty simpson in the house, i never back down
I never stop looting, so if you think you re shit is safe you d better think again bruv
Gun s to your temple, they re just fronting for my peeps out in london
I pull run thick, well imma bust a spiderman, move work to earn keeps
pull my gun out and run you through
I bounce to a whole nother rhythm, but it s all nonsense to me prove it
i m mad hungry
so lock your windows and your doors
Guilty simpson, orifice vulgatron, so if you think you re shit is safe you d better think again bruv
Guilty simpson, they re just fronting for my peeps out in london, where the crack heads
I never back down, the pimp whores and bums be, fuck with my kin folk and die
but it s all nonsense to me prove it
England s in the house, it s orifice up in your bitch