"Fed Up (Remix)" lyrics - HOUSE OF PAIN

(Everlast:
Yeah
Haha
You know what time it is
House Of Pain
Killa Rhyme Klik
Up in this piece
Scheme Team
Ill Kid
Gifted Unlimited
Everlast
What's up
Haha
You know that's your cue baby
What time is it?
Haha)

[Verse 1: Everlast]
I say brothers are amused by other brothers reps
But they're all playing roles just like Omar Epps
I see so many players I wonder where the coach is
My names Everlast I'm hard to kill like roaches
The dough that you're making has got you fronting and faking
Your hearts been shook your brains cooked like bacon
Can't believe you're not butter you thought you was on it
Out trying to flaunt it but its just Blue Bonnet
And now it's my turn kid watch me churn
There's only so many spots they're had to earn

[Verse 2: Guru]
Pack it up pack it in
So let me begin
Dont make me have to smack your dumb ass into a head spin
You're left in suspense from the aura of my presence
Trying to get props under false pretence
You wanna say something but you're not sure
If I'm a dis ya 'cause you're not pure
Like the cheap version that gets cut with baking soda
If you had game you still couldn't get over
I know your crews gotta be crazy weak
'Cause I can judge them by the company they keep
Way deep is how I get into this rap thing
While you're napping I got your chicks titties flapping
She's asking for me to hit her off lovely
I'mma slay all you punks like as if I was Bugsy

[Verse 3: Everlast]
When you sell out to appeal to the masses
You have to go back and enrol in some classes
All you curve pieces start shaking your asses
All you blunt holders take two pulls and pass it
Back in 89 I dropped too much acid
Rock from Lake Habasoo out to Lake Placid
While you busy ragging on the people you blasted
I'm asking how many days have you fasted

[Hook 2x:]
Get up Ill break ya down a little something
I'm fed up its time to go headhunting
Dead up too many crews be fronting
I'm fed up its time to go head hunting

[Verse 4: Guru]
Hey what's that sound don't turn around
To your back I got the grey ground
Hard for you chumps that act odd
The ones faking jacks packing guns acting hard
But let's suppose you really had a burner
You would still 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
Murdering a prop my man this my homey that
You need to get the fuck out my face 'cause you don't know me jack

[Verse 5: Everlast]
Eeny meany miny moe
I put seeds in your mental and I watch em grow
Turn on the instrument and then clock my flow
Put the dough in my pocket and I rock the show
'Cause I know and you this is how we go
As-salamu alaykum to the Muslim
Shalom to the Hebrew
Geed lust envy sloth gluttony pride and wrath do the math
These seven deadly sins represent my jinn
You scheming on testing me kid where you been
I been told all my life I'm my only friend
There's a killer on the road money its the end
And you might think that I'm a dummy
But while you're out at the spot I'm home chilling with your honey

[Verse 6: Guru]
I kicks flavour
Like Stephen King I write the horror
If you wanna see tomorrow when I lead you're 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
Trust me I be the gifted unlimited
Too many of these rappers blowing up because of gimmicks kid
You ain't did the bid you ain't never pulled the trigger
You battle me I make you stagger more than liquor
I get raw I'm quickdraw the outlaw I dealt y'all
Ready to fuck with me so boy you better stop
'Cause I'm a beat your ass like your pops

Get the real estate money and then the props

[Hook]
+ (Cockni O'Dire)
A-get up, I'll break ya down a lil' somethin (I get violent!)
I'm fed up, it's time to go headhuntin (and start whylin)
Dead up, too many crews be frontin (So keep silent)
I'm fed up, it's time to go headhuntin (I'm not jokin!)
Get up, I'll break ya down a lil' somethin (It's not what I'm smokin)
I'm fed up, it's time to go headhuntin (Don'tcha make me choke dem)
Dead up, too many crews be frontin (You'll get yo' egg broken)
I'm fed up, it's time to go headhuntin ('Cos you provokin')
(I'mma singsay!)

Cockni O Dire:
If any manna fake moves fuh dey ma of this ditch
Dem bwoy get anyone rich
Fuh dey men'a fake jock you be fuckin dem claarts
Pick up a buckle and you be fuckin dem claarts
Anyone claart, you be fuckin dem claarts...