Whatz Ya Pleasure lyrics

[Chorus: The R.O.C.]
What's ya pleasure? What's ya pleasure?
What's ya pleasure? What's ya pleasure?
What's ya pleasure? What's ya pleasure?
What's ya pleasure? What's ya pleasure?

[Verse 1: Mr. Bones (Big J)]
n*ggas die everyday, so I give a f*ck
Bad luck, too bad your f*cking homie got stuck
He was a mark, punk-ass n*gga, what you wanna do?
Try your luck and you'll sing the dead man's groove
So smooth that it makes you want to slit your wrists
From listenin' to all that whacked-ass bullsh*t
The groove is potent so you might wanna take a hit
Or kickity-kick back and listen to the funky sh*t
That we kick 'cause the cult is on a roll
And we're not stoppin' 'til we leavin' with yo' soul
Killin' n*ggas like a pro 'cause I ain't a ho
On the rizzeal I packs the mad roll

[Verse 2: Hektic (EXP)]
n*ggas can't f*ck wit the real sh*t, hell naw
Keep yo' f*ckin ears open, listen for hell's call
E-X-P the motha f*ckin' grave digga, wig splitta
How the, how the, how the, how the f*ck ya figure?
What's ya pleasure? I like pain
Pain's my game, I'm insane
Call me deranged, it's all the same
Watch ya body burn from the flame
Smell the smoke, runnin' from the madness
n*ggas ain't sh*t 'cause they all wish they had this
Knack for insanity, still you wanna battle me
I'll bag your body up and leave you buried in an alley, G
f*ck this fantasy trip bullsh*t
I'm 'bout to get loose up in that ass, b*tch
House of Krazees, three deep for punk hoes
The blood flows straight out ya b*tch nose
Takin' no shorts, in nine trè, so check me
Tossin' up threats see, so punk, respect me
Loungin' and maxin', chillin' with an axe and
n*ggas really wonder where a n*gga be relaxin'
[Verse 3: The R.O.C.]
Six-Six-Six-Six-Six-Sixteen back, my last one was off by attack, son
It's the new hit, What's ya pleasure, man, you want some?
Take a taste, sample this quick If you will do it
This sh*t is so potent, I'll drive your brain through your nose, you knew it
Know when to say when some say that they don't like my spit
From my lyrics I'm taggin' ears like a pus*y, b*tch
My pleasure's yo pleasure, pleasure, pain, or gain
Pleasure in my brain and so is the strange, the sucka slang
Bodies I creep, shh, I gotta get 'em, gotta get 'em
Sleep up under the bed so I can spin 'em, kill 'em
My black boots, strapped to my double one inch
I'll stomp yo' ass if you doubt this, trick, f*ck the bullsh*t
I know you want what I got, I know you want what I get
Well let me split my wig, so you can take it, b*tch
Now ya dead 'cause the others want my spot
Ya fightin' off fiends, screams and Michael Myers on my jock
Well well, look at you shakin', so you're best just not bein' me
I get's too funky, just check the drum beat
I'll slash ya monkey, I smells the crazy
They're comin' to take me, and waste me
E to the X P B to the I G
Dash the J, know's of the game we play
Dirty lead the way, never say ish can't play
There's no ish, one way ish, go by the tape, b*tch
Alice is in chains for bein' the predator
Soul is the asylum, House of Hrazees scarin' ya
Brotha's livin' on death row, life is really real life
How do ya cope with the realities of fright night?
If that's ya pleasure, if that's ya pleasure
If that's ya pleasure then deal wit it
[Chorus: The R.O.C.]
Whatz Ya Pleasure (What is your pleasure?)
Whatz Ya Pleasure (What is your pleasure?)
Whatz Ya Pleasure (What is your pleasure?)
Whatz Ya Pleasure