| Song | House Niggas Bleed Too |
| Artist | Paris |
| Album | Sleeping with the Enemy |
| 作词 : Paris | |
| (dialogue from the movie "They Live") | |
| What's wrong with havin it good for a change? | |
| Now they're gonna let us have it good if we just help 'em. | |
| They're gonna leave us alone, let us make some money. | |
| You can have a little taste of that good life too. | |
| Now I know you want it - hell everybody does. | |
| You'd do it to your own kind. | |
| What's the threat? We all sell out every day. | |
| Might as well be on the winning team! | |
| {*footsteps, three gunshots*} | |
| (Paris) | |
| Aww yeah | |
| One for the crabs, cutthroats that blast and backstab | |
| Quick to sell you short for a motherfuckin dollar | |
| This one's for y'all | |
| Here come a funky ditty from the one that make ya move | |
| Doin the work in soldier field 'til ain't none left to do | |
| Kickin the knowledge for the people just like me and you | |
| And I'ma keep on runnin until the shit is through | |
| This one is for the sissy niggaz livin in the house | |
| Y'all know the kind of ones that jump when massa call 'em out | |
| They kinda tricky can't be trusted cause they run they mouth | |
| And when some shit start up it's always them that ain't around | |
| This is a warnin for the few I knew like Ed and Vern | |
| You might get cheated when you meet 'em but I hope y'all learn | |
| That every motherfucker don't know how to wait his turn | |
| And every brother ain't a brother and you might get burned | |
| A little knowledge from a scholar so you know the part | |
| My name is Paris and I kicks it to ya from the heart | |
| Thought I forgot ya but I caught ya punk I thought ya knew | |
| House niggas bleed too, shit ain't through | |
| Whattup Paul Mack? Ha, ha.. |
| zuò cí : Paris | |
| dialogue from the movie " They Live" | |
| What' s wrong with havin it good for a change? | |
| Now they' re gonna let us have it good if we just help ' em. | |
| They' re gonna leave us alone, let us make some money. | |
| You can have a little taste of that good life too. | |
| Now I know you want it hell everybody does. | |
| You' d do it to your own kind. | |
| What' s the threat? We all sell out every day. | |
| Might as well be on the winning team! | |
| footsteps, three gunshots | |
| Paris | |
| Aww yeah | |
| One for the crabs, cutthroats that blast and backstab | |
| Quick to sell you short for a motherfuckin dollar | |
| This one' s for y' all | |
| Here come a funky ditty from the one that make ya move | |
| Doin the work in soldier field ' til ain' t none left to do | |
| Kickin the knowledge for the people just like me and you | |
| And I' ma keep on runnin until the shit is through | |
| This one is for the sissy niggaz livin in the house | |
| Y' all know the kind of ones that jump when massa call ' em out | |
| They kinda tricky can' t be trusted cause they run they mouth | |
| And when some shit start up it' s always them that ain' t around | |
| This is a warnin for the few I knew like Ed and Vern | |
| You might get cheated when you meet ' em but I hope y' all learn | |
| That every motherfucker don' t know how to wait his turn | |
| And every brother ain' t a brother and you might get burned | |
| A little knowledge from a scholar so you know the part | |
| My name is Paris and I kicks it to ya from the heart | |
| Thought I forgot ya but I caught ya punk I thought ya knew | |
| House niggas bleed too, shit ain' t through | |
| Whattup Paul Mack? Ha, ha.. |