Slaughterhouse [2009] - Slaughterhouse - track 01 - Sound Off

Slaughterhouse
SOUND OFF


- Royce da 5'9" -
You herbs we merged, we're an alliance
We fight fire with flamethrowers, why would you try us?
We an outfit, equivalent to Voltron 's
That boy Crooked I is equivalent to four arms
Joell Ortiz is the body
The cannibal slash killer, kill you then eat your body
Joe Budden is the pair of legs
He runs shit alongside I, the apparent head
I am the general, bow now!
Fuck saluting!
I don't really think y'all niggas get it
Run up on your with a army it is
On until it's done, finished
You got a problem with any one of my slaughters
Then y'all niggas can come with it
Me and Joey, we a perfect fit
He like starting shit, I like ending shit
I don't squash the beef, I don't bend a bit
It ain't intricate
I'm gonna shoot your stupid ass
You too could laugh, you gon' die smiling
Try wilding, I get hostile then I'm violent
I don't make threats nigga I promise
My style is Stalin mixed with sick lyrics
If you hear it, it'll lift your spirit
Turn your appearance into a disappearance
Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Ding


[HOOK]
- Royce da 5'9" -
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off... HUT!
I fuck with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off... HUT!
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off... HUT!
I put my money on my clique, hot shit
Coming out the barrel of my fifth


- Joell Ortiz -
I got a raw flow, and I stay hungry more so
Guess that's why I'm the torso
I pour sweat when I perform shows
What I record goes down as the best
but the vets won't let that torch go
Y'all could keep it, they got flashlights now
And flamethrowers, and I got one on my back right now
Remain focused, that's what I tell myself now and then
Don't want to go back to that block like when Varejao defends
Uh-oh, my stomach growls again
I ain't none of you cowards friends
Every human out of my sight before I count to ten
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
I'm hungry like I never ate
Set a table up with knives, forks and spoons
I'm 'bout to get a plate
All these sweet dummies looking me like a pepper steak
Means we never separate, we ain't married
Jab it everytime I touch a pen, I sort of set a date
I'll devestate your career, look I'm a demonstrate
Let me get a good breath take before I regulate
Okay, bye bye you guys, don't try to rhyme
'Cause line for line
What I design is mine and mine
My joint's divine, meaning right behind
And thank God it shines all the light in mine
So my eyes can find a nice dime to grind
Come here girl, toma, toma, take that, take that

[HOOK]
- Royce da 5'9" -
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off... HUT!
I fuck with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off... HUT!
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off... HUT!
I put my money on my clique, hot shit
Coming out the barrel of my fifth

- Crooked I -
You rappers chasing popularity by any means, doing silly things
Buying too many size 20 skinny jeans
The West treat me like I'm really king
I'm Pacquiao in the Phillipines , ill-est thing niggas seen
You rappers dressing like you fittin' to sing Billie Jean
I got to intervene, fuck you I'm a intervene
You loud talking, wouldn't kill a thing
Matter of fact, where's your head nigga? I got the Guillotine
Fuck your Hollywood limousine and rented bling
I give you three red dots and I call it a triple beam
I'll put your pad on your property, fag
Properly rob you and hop in the Jag
If you stopping the profit, the Glock will be popping your body
You'll rock a colostomy bag
Shot in the abs, moms will be sad
Pops will be mad, doctor be glad
Possibly be stopping the plasma dropping
Clock running out and the outcome bad
Any one of you niggas fuck with my team
Pretty ass thing with the infrared beam
Sleep on that and get killed while you dream
Fuck a rap group Slaughterhouse a machine
Slaughterhouse, a regime
I'm gooned up if you know what I mean
Everybody want to be down with the king
No, no, no, no, no fly zone


[HOOK]
- Royce da 5'9" -


- Joe Budden -
My one goal's to astonish
Tell the President, VP, (you could) notify the Congress
They say I'm arrogant, pompous, but I'm honest
I tell them keep an accomplice away from the accomplished
They still making threats on your highness
But I tell them where I be, they just ignore the compass
I think all your mans' play dough
I don't buy that movie, Fandango
Fans they know that what? You a soldier to a general
Baby steel, got it in a bag, airtight Navy SEAL
Tell them little dudes I ain't mad at y'all
College kids like Asher Roth
Y'all just trying to put food on the table
While I'm a just come and try to snatch it off
If it ain't for me
Most young dudes would be angrily
But anxiously awaiting bankruptcy
Wonder what makes little motherfuckers think they the same as me
I'm synchronized you and your men should die
Learn certain shit you ain't meant to try
Got the ground covered with some niggas in disguise
Best bet is to attempt to fly
Shit's a game, you down, you in for life
Fuck y'all, I ain't got to generalize
Y'all enabled to write what the pen describes
So when he asked what I meant and why, I tell him


[HOOK]
- Royce da 5'9" -

Slaughterhouse [2009] - Slaughterhouse - track 02 - Lyrical Murderers [ featuring K. Young ]

Slaughterhouse
LYRICAL MURDERERS
[ featuring K. Young ]


- Royce da 5'9" - This is the life, we gone
- Joe Budden - I ain't with the leanin' and rockin'
That ain't even seen as a option

- Crooked I - K Young -
You're nothin' without (focus)
Woo, Long Beach (lay your seats back)
New Jersey (turn your speakers up)
Brooklyn !
Detroit !

[CHORUS]
- K Young -
We, we, we lyrical murderers
Welcome to the Slaughterhouse
(What you talkin 'bout?)
Where we bring them verbal llamas out, bloaw
We, we, we lyrical murderers
Man, we own these streets
And the freaks they love us
We ain't worried 'bout you fuckers ( Slaughterhouse )

- Crooked I -
Lyrical murderer, blame Rakim
I'm a sniper shootin' my way into your lame top 10
Pistol at your head if I ain't next to Eminem
Then I bust in your face like I'm fuckin' Lil' Kim
Niggas better pray to the lyrical lord
that I fall off like the umbilical cord before I fill up the morgue
This is how a killer record
with the double-edged triple syllable sword, I'm ill-er than all
Dineri, see I'm a literary genius
Bury niggas with words, a cemetery linguist
Most rappers are comedy gold
They like they boyfriend's sodomy hole - they full of shit!

- Royce da 5'9" -
Now you could walk through the shadow of death
next to that shady street
Where the verbal cocaine business and 80's meet
Where them niggas is backwards
I'm ridin' with my daughter in the front
with the AK in the baby seat
We them copycat killers, unleashin' venom
Commit them lyrical murders and then we re-commit 'em
Lyrics be high quality
Bitches be givin' me brain
my dick be deep in they heads like psychology
Independently pennin' the best words that were ever said
The mixture of Leatherhead and Everclear
You can't hide, we everywhere
Now, picture a grizzly standin' next to a teddy bear


[CHORUS]
- K Young -


- Joe Budden -
Yeah
Hello hip-hop, I am here, you dyin', yeah, and I'm aware
A beast so at your wake I'll cry lion's tears
And that's no disrespect to the pioneers
If we ain't who you tryin' to hear
Somethin' either wrong with your eyes and ears
I came in this game screamin Jers'
Ain't an emcee in our lane to try and merge
Try and run with our wave
But I'm cool with bein' Eddie Levert seein' my son on stage
Gun gonna blaze, act up in this joint
And I'mma be Nate Robinson and back up the point
Your run's over, run with us or get run over
I'm here to save this shit, and I bring soldiers

- Joell Ortiz -
This is lyrical murder
Me and every track have a physical merger
When I stab it in the chest I'mma bit of a curver
So it bleeds to death, like the middle of a unfinished burger
Or sometimes I wrap my hand around his throat
Cause he think his kick is slick or his little snare is dope
Shoot the bass in the face but sometimes I carry a rope
to hang the piano keys when they hittin' every note
I'm what no beat's able to withstand
If you suffer from writer's block and your label got big plans
Listen to this fam
Slide a little dough out that budget
and hire the instrumental hitman


[CHORUS]
- K Young -

Slaughterhouse [2009] - Slaughterhouse - track 03 - Microphone

Slaughterhouse
MICROPHONE


[Repeatedly]
The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone

- Royce da 5'9" -
Yeah, yeah
Too many Indians and no chiefs
I pull out the pistol when I pull no piece
I'm the blueprint - I have your clothes
lookin' like they was designed
by bullet holes and shoe prints
When I bless a joint - it's like Spock
came up in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point
I got the voc' in touch
I tell my bitch I'mma give up drinkin'
when she give her emotions up
Too many enemies and no killers
Too many that hate snitchin' but know squealers
I get stacks (stacks)
I blam hard with the click-clack, that Antarctica wrist wrap
I spit crack for yard niggas to get dope
Y'all gotta wait for the transporter to get back
So who's the ill-est - what you talkin' 'bout?
( Die Hard ) like you Bruce Willis when I shoot to kill it
Too many hood guys, not enough good guys
The way you say pussy in plural, is puss-i
I don't be fuckin' around on that microphone
When I'm kickin' them flows on that microphone
The ill-est nigga that's holdin' that microphone
I put my heart and my soul in that microphone
I put it down on that (microphone)
Turn up the motherfuckin' sound on that microphone

- Crooked I -
But turn it down if you weak on that microphone
Lame niggas shouldn't speak on that microphone
My ultrasounds show me holdin' a microphone
That's on my momma, I was born with a microphone
Groupies love Crooked I on the microphone
Like James Brown I'mma die on the microphone
Too many rappers need to leave this mic alone
They on the same bullshit that Mike was on
You're lookin at the unseen, missin' and to the unheard
I kill your career with one word ( Slaughterhouse !)
You're verbally flirtin' with murder, you got some nerve
I lift your skirt like a young perv - knock 'em out!
We the mob, homie, who need a job?
Plus I'm so fly tell Derek Fisher I need a lob
Too many in this industry I need to rob
And if eatin' niggaz made you obese, I be The Blob!
Fuck props, nigga this a different conquest
Listen this hear me spittin think it's a pissing contest
I'm in it for power, if cowards try to stop me
they better off usin a fishin pole to reel in the Lock Ness
Yes! I got a barrel that'll spot wussies
If you are what you eat, how come I'm not pussy?

- Joell Ortiz -
You lil' niggas better come off that microphone
I'm educated but I'm dumb on that microphone
Don't even bother, you'll be done on that microphone
I turn a father to a son on that microphone
I'm a revolver in the slum on that microphone
And tell his R's I don't need no microphone
Too many critics tend to be silly
Too many frogs go "ribbit" but never leave lillies
I get it poppin' like a ineen milli ....
Now I'm havin' a whale of a good time, I'm a ( Free Willy )
Y'all lip sync-ers take a pic, click, cheese really
Fans, who their man, I'm they quick pick easily
None of you kids spit evenly
You body my verse is like a thick bitch leavin me
Ha ha, too many fantasies and no fame
Too many claimin insanity and they so sane
Less than whack Scooby Snack lack flow game
Rappers everything I do be that crack cocaine
Your career is doobie wraps, slap Joe name
In any one of them verses say hello to the hearses
Too many monkey see, monkey doers
I slaughter pigs on my tail like Punky Brewster

- Joe Budden -
Niggas know I get it in on that microphone
Y'all don't know where to begin on that microphone
I don't see how y'all could win on that microphone
A pioneer, I set trends on that microphone
Decide who you wan' be on that microphone
I see a bunch of lil' mes, micro clones
Too many 20 milligram Vics I'm on
Killed the web, it don't matter what site you on
Save his mouth 'fore he's runnin' off
I tell 'em bridge or a tunnel, give a fluck how I come across
All these wanna be tough guys, son is soft
Gun go off, havin' like a good show, just spun 'em off
Treat old-timers like fags who drop the soap
They mic got Alzheimer's, forgot that they was dope
Too many dogs, not enough barkin' yet
Too many blueprints, not enough architects
Rhyme ain't started yet, still every bar's a mess
Fuck record sales or who the machine markets best
I'm the last mo'fucker that y'all should test
I'm the sharp shooter, you the nigga I target next
Too many frontin' like y'all that fly
Reach it, 'cause we set the bar that high (fool!)

- Royce da 5'9" - I don't be fuckin' around on that microphone
- Crooked I - You lame niggas shouldn't speak on that microphone
- Joell Ortiz - You lil' niggas need to come off that microphone
- Joe Budden - Niggas know I get it in on that microphone

[Repeatedly]
The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone

Slaughterhouse [2009] - Slaughterhouse - track 04 - Not Tonight

Slaughterhouse
NOT TONIGHT


( StreetRunner )

- Royce da 5'9" -
Ladies and gentlemen (Hey! Ho!)
Slaughterhouse (Hey!)
Woo!


[CHORUS]
- Royce da 5'9" -
Slaughterhouse in the place to be, see
And we got what it takes to rock the mic
We gonna take it back to when niggas was rockin' right
We gonna take it back; fuck with me? Not tonight
(Hey!) Not tonight
(Ho!) Not tonight
(Hey!) Not tonight
We gonna take it back to when niggas was ah, ah, ah


- Royce da 5'9" -
Nickel, uh
Round of applause for the dope boys
Here's to the phenomenal quote boys
Y'all don't understand this a phenomenal brand
The smack goin' down like cube diamond on hand
Haha, if that rapper alive
He probably happy just to slap me a five
Homie the game ain't dead, it's just a couple key athletes died
It's why I'm rappin' like I have to revive (Slaughterhouse!)
The mix of Magic and M.J. passion
Get in the way it's gonna be tragic as M.J. passin'
With ears like D-R, the CPR
The game 'll never breathe its last breath because we are

- Crooked I -
The house gang, rap's holy alliance
Why you so scared? I'm only a giant
I do it late night, call me Conan O'Brien
And the nose on my gun look like Pinocchio lyin'
Last king to Scotland sippin' good liquor
If you're Meagan Good, I'm Forest Would-Dick-'er
Oscar winner, Oscar wiener
If you're flow's Aquafina, I'm Katrina
Uh, y'all say that your pockets are big
I'd rather say that I'm 'Pac mixed with Big
You're lookin' at a microphone rocker on vodka
That's why I be walkin' awkward, ya dig?


[CHORUS]
- Royce da 5'9" -


- Joe Budden -
(Joey!) Look, forever had to warm him
Take him to the cleaners, plastic bag on him
I ain't like y'all, I don't like y'all
Put him in lyrical jail with suicide thoughts
kick the chair hang him from his mic cord
What's the fight for? Never back down
I'm on some bullshit, quick sippin' Jack now
Royce on Patrãn, Crook got the chron'
Guess what I'm tryna say is leave them boys alone
How you got hope - had nothin' to prove
and had nothin' to lose and now we got both
Celebration bitches, now we got toast
But with no ratchets, Joell go 'head attack it, uh

- Joell Ortiz -
Real nigga, rhyme spitter, hoe bagger
Boast swagger, flow dagger, hip-hop toe-tagger
No slacker, I could chill but I'd so rather
eat a nigga cause he's sweeter than a glass of Goldschl¤ger
Poor rappers, here on y'all won't matter
And I'm out braggin' every interview so you mo' matter
I'm the man in the booth
With ( A Few Good Men ), and "you can't handle the truth" (no!)
And y'all could say I'm nice but I'm not
I'm mean, flow coke with ice in the pot
The fiends gonna go broke, they dyin' to cop
My team is so dope you like it or not!


[CHORUS]
- Royce da 5'9" -


- Royce da 5'9" -
We out!
Not tonight (Hey!)
Not tonight (Ho!)
Not tonight (Hey!)
Not [scratch]
Not tonight (Hey!)
Not tonight (Ho!)
Not tonight (Hey!)
Not tonight, oh!
Heh-heh

Slaughterhouse [2009] - Slaughterhouse - track 05 - The One [ featuring The New Royales ]

Slaughterhouse
THE ONE
[ featuring The New Royales ]


Slaughterhouse !

[CHORUS]
- The New Royales -
Sex and drugs and dirty money
On the race to rule the world
You cut your teeth on fame and diamonds
Your time is up now; three, two, one
(One one one one one one one one one one, one; KRS-One)
We number one
(One one one one one one one one one, one, one; KRS-One)


- Royce da 5'9" -
Y, yea, yeah we them Slaughterhouse rock stars
the pitch is black
We signin' every titty out, we goin' tit for tat
Now can you picture that?
And how ironic is it that I'm ridin' 'round listenin' to Nickelback?
I'm back, on a pill
I'm tryin' to have Rod Stewart cars
and Ozzy Osbourne motor skills
I'm tryin' to have a rich bitch like Paris Hilton
That like to get her ass smacked like Keri Hilson
Haha, I'm the one, who you try'na be?
Nothin' to hide, the jimmy covers up my Tommy Lee
The one, I stage dive to a pot of gold
I'm empty, nothin's inside me but rock 'n' roll!


[CHORUS]
- The New Royales -


- Crooked I -
Crooked's got a gun
I'm reckless with ( Led ), Zeppelin instead
Let's get a keg, let's split a mescaline that mess wit' cha head
I'm sexin' a lez and her best friend in bed
I love these freak women
Somethin' in my denim need a ( KISS ), call it Gene Simmons
They wanna ban me like Marilyn Manson
for all the whores in my Baltimore, Maryland mansion
I'm the one who wants to ( Spear ) Britney
Give Pink some black, put it near her kidneys; "here kitty"
I'm the one who always 'cause an affair
So every time your bitch burp you smell my balls in the air, yeah


[CHORUS]
- The New Royales - Joe Budden -


- Joe Budden - Joell Ortiz -
Yeah, yeah
See, I'm a on-stage rock star (backstage porn star)
Khloe on her (Kar-dash) (Kourtney on the OnStar)
Zo Kravitz stumblin' out the telly in a torn bra
(They dribble on my balls in the whip, now that's a sports car)
Dawg, you gotta see him when he drive by
(Cock-eyed) Have all the (Ladies) goin (Gaga)
Me? I'm more mellow, so I'm lookin' for a La La
(You sure? I want a whore, a Gabor, a young Zsa Zsa)
(The one, a (OutKast), I don't need to rock)
So I could put my (Love Below) by her (Speakerboxxx)
The one (Kate Perry try and kiss my wife)
And gave me dome at Katie's (Holme), baby this the life!


[CHORUS]
- The New Royales -

Slaughterhouse [2009] - Slaughterhouse - track 07 - Cuckoo

Slaughterhouse
CUCKOO


- Royce da 5'9" -
My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny
My guns be goin' "eh" for the love of money
Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you luger lasagna
Hula hoop, hold ya, I'll put your noodles behind ya
Take your takeaway - show up before you perform
Hit you in the knee with a bat and tell you to break a leg
(Heehee) I got the Kris Kross laugh
A very angry future, a pissed-off past
FUCK hip-hop, I target it
I will dis Joe Budden then dis every legend that started it
I'm cuckoo!
I don't need a hook for this one
They say I'm kin to sinnin', yeah, I'm Drama's twin
That's right, I'm Vicodin writin with a Klonopin
I love stanky hoes - I got a thang
for Keyshia Cole momma man that show, should be "The Frankie Show"
I think I need to get some motherfuckin' sleep
Every strand of hair on my balls is a bloodsuckin' leech
I be 'urlin while you hear - take your index finger
point it at your head and then twirl it 'round your ear
I'm, cuckoo!
Haha, I don't need a hook for this one

- Joell Ortiz -
Nope! Mr. Yowwa, yup, 'bout to go meat fishin'
and catch me a crevice, I'm back on the ass-cheek mission
Fuck these petite women, I want me a sloppy hoe
that pussy smell like talapio, call me Sloppy Joe
I dig your eyes out, watch me though
This is bullshit! All the coke don't fit, I need a Scottie nose
A can of beef raviolis, ... a lid
If I don't get it can cop me yo, and they ain't get a vid
I'm what, cuckoo!
I don't need a hook for this one
The bitches just bitch and the thugs is thuggin'
The insects is actin' like me, and me I'm buggin'
I hang jump from the sidewalk, hop over the Everglades
Tight-rope walk the equator with broken roller blades
See you shruggin' our pizza oven, your shoulder blades
And, throw grenades at your nana's bingo parade
Anybody see my anthrax?
I'mma pour it on my hands
crawl to Japan, and give my man dap
I'm cuckoo!
I don't need a hook for this one

- Crooked I -
Just look at the show he did last
Nigga came out in a Dickie suit and a pig mask
Robbed a fan and left his pockets on Slim Fast
Just co-operate and say that he wrote shit for gym class
You gettin' smart alecky with the best
'Til I cut you up and make a art gallery with your flesh
Challenge me on the West
I'll put a Dodge Challenger car battery in your chest
The son of David Koresh
I'm, cuckoo!
Nuh-uh (no) I don't need a hook for this one
Likkle acts with sickle raps emergin'
Cursin at church then walkin out back to wax a virgin
Murkin' a track
killin' every feature like I'm a drunk plastic surgeon
Certainly dirty past detergent
I can get sick as Ozzy
Sick as a faggot fuckin the dead body of Liberace
nigga watch me!
If you cross me, here's how your life story would begin
Once upon a time, the end!
Cuckoo!
I don't need a hook for this one

- Joe Budden -
I'mma go fuck bitches, get money, all y'all do to 'em is spoil 'em
No rubber wrappin' up in aluminum foil
They tell me I'm buggin', got rappers tappin' the oven screamin' Jersey
And I'm usin' it for stuffin in my turkey
Bumpin' Ram Jam - with a prostitute's leg in the air
jerkin me off, now that's what I call a handstand
Body parts in the freezer, what you use for a fever
Multiply four million how I'm feelin' for my leisure
I'm a, cuckoo!
I don't need a hook for this one
I'm weird, I'm into voodoo, you know how dude do
Towel on the bed, fuck while she Bloody and call it Su-Wu
Millionaires sayin' lend me a thou' or the semi is out
Dump in the bed from sittin' Indian style
Check it, I'm on fire tryin' to make the devil proud of me
Sleepin' in gasoline case a nigga got it out for me
Hang my baby mother off a 30-foot balcony
Then look over the body like "Bitch, shouldn't 've doubted me"
I'm, cuckoo!
I don't need a hook for this one

Slaughterhouse [2009] - Slaughterhouse - track 09 - Onslaught 2 [ featuring Fatman Scoop ]

Slaughterhouse
ONSLAUGHT 2
[ featuring Fatman Scoop ]


- Royce da 5'9" -
(Oh) yeah (let's go)
I said once upon a time in a city that's mine
There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime
He got a 52 box, original tick in the mind
Listenin' to 'Pac and them drop with a prestigious design
My niggas is dimes, my bitches is dimes
I came up behind Eminem in '99 and I took the baton
I been runnin' shit ever since then, slaughtered emcees
Sit and watchin' my green grow, like I'm waterin' seeds
The problem with me is I'm the heart of the streets
Niggas callin' for peace, they can't even call the police
If I ain't better than you, I'm harder to beat
Probably 'cause I live by the art of for-keeps
I get indicted after my product's released
We a different form, a different centrifugal force
Every line is like grippin' on a stick shift in a Porsche
My niggas asked for direction to go on this track
I said fuck a direction, spaz out, get 'em up high

- female voice - Crooked

- Crooked I -
And for them whack songs that you made
I want you to throw your pin, but hold the grenade
Explode to your grave and go straight to hell
when your soul is enflamed for the road that you paved
The role that played, in fuckin' up hip-hop
You owe so you paid, the fo'-fo' close to your brain
Closer than the close shave of a low fuckin' fade
Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with J-O-E
With Nickel we gonna make more cheese
Heavy hitter, call me Joell David Ortiz (what up?)
I point a burner at the plaque on your teeth
On some leftover shit, it's a wrap on the beef
I'm one in a mil', comin' to kill
It's like you wanting a pill, my gun put your back on the streets
Spine on the concrete lookin' at the sun
Eyelids heavy, "Why did Crooked have to come?
He was full of 'gnac and rum, like a bully actin' dumb
Fully-automatic um, that's Crooked havin fun
Listen, don't make a nigga find your dame
And make the dime give me brains 'til my mind is drained
Listen, don't make me grab a 9 and aim
And how your dime did me, do yo' mind the same
But different, the West Coast king Crooked I
I'm a kamikaze pilot, I stay fly 'til I die - get 'em up high

- female voice - Joell

- Joell Ortiz -
Here we go again, you know I'm him, Mr. Ortiz
Soon as I hold a pen
I co-defend the sickest emcees (Slaughterhouse)
Pick a disease we got it, I vomit sniffle and sneeze
Lyrics squeeze, listen please, Lord help get rid of this fever
I'm like 150 degrees
16s used to be sweet, now they're a bit of a tease
A nigga need a infinite instrumental just to be pleased
Used to dream about livin' now I'm livin' my dreams
The bitches fiend, made my dick a machine
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I am just as fuckin' big as I seem
When I'm spittin' this mean, me and government intervene
A couple presidents, literally live in my jeans
I give 'em residence, they just let me pick anything
When I'm in the mall, they show me the latest kicks on the scene
And I get 'em all, I ball like the nigga I am
Niggas hate, bitches (Cheer) like Norm , Cliff , and Diane
I'm in a state of mind that should be the fifty verse
I run radio, but I don't use them itty bitty words
I ain't shabby with the nouns, I ain't shitty with the verb
When I reach heaven I want the nigga Biggie to be like "Word"
City slicker, New York delivery when I swerve
Hold that mic like the Statue of Liberty , I deserve
A shot at the title, Spitter of the Year
E'ry year, let's be clear, put some fingers in the air
and hold 'em up high

- female - Joey

- Joe Budden -
Work on your half-court shot, I'm money from far
Get 'em mad, see a ape on your monkey bars
And that's rate, gettin' hate from the wannabe stars
And that's great, mean he feel it and know he numb
See that bullet comin' from around the corner
like a shot from Angelina Jolie's gun; think Joey the one
I'm a fake? Ain't your run-of-the-mill
I'm from where they kill you for one of your bills
For me it's fun, your man think we evenly skilled
He Mel Gibson, all that shit he believe, gon' get his son killed
Play with a match, fuck what you take it as
No good straight jacket, all I did break the match
They say he talk tough with his fake ass
Four pounds put me in another weight class
( Great Escape ) the ( Pad )
Took the jumpsuit off my naked ass and ate the mask
You dis me, you wanna be a great that fast?
Take a fully-automatic and spray at gas
Me? Body a whole shit with a verse probably atrocious
In your whole camp, nobody focused
They say you the Ultimate Warrior , I agree
You die and come back, won't nobody know it
Drive by, screamin' it's a new crew reppin'
Hangin out the window, like it's 227
Get 'em up high

- Fatman Scoop -
Get 'em up high, get 'em up high
Get 'em up high, get 'em up high
Get 'em up high, in the sky
Put 'em up high, put 'em up high
Put 'em up high, fingers in the sky
Put 'em up! Slaughterhouse , Slaughterhouse
Oh, oh, Fatman Scoop , Slaughterhouse
Fatman Scoop , Slaughterhouse
Put 'em high, woo!
Oh

Slaughterhouse [2009] - Slaughterhouse - track 11 - Salute [ featuring Pharoahe Monch ]

Slaughterhouse
SALUTE
[ featuring Pharoahe Monch ]


[INTRO: 50 Cent sample]
Fix your motherfuckin' face nigga
Look at these fuckin' chimpanzees
Bunch of fuckin' monkeys

( Mr. Porter )

[CHORUS]
- Pharoahe Monch -
I been shot, I been stabbed
I took all that I have to give
And I never ran, never have
Just so all you niggaz can live
I never thought there would come a day
When my people would turn me away
And it really tears me apart
'Cause I deserve a Purple Heart
Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me
Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me
Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me
I, I showed you what a soldier's about, nigga you should salute me

- Joe Budden -
Typical Joe Budden shit, ridiculed and lovin it
The hood know I'm the dude that governed it
Paved the way for my sons
laid down the cement for my semen
Ain't my fault y'all got stuck in it
Lately, it change like the weather, one minute they love me
then they hate me; I'm through with shenanigans
I don't care if dudes ain't a fan of him
Can't checkmate a 8-figure nigga
with the moves of a mannequin
Talkin 'bout they wan' go somewhere to meet me
Man they just wan' go somewhere to meet me
Easy don't involve cops in it
Got the key to my city
How the fuck you think you got locked in it?
Bitch!

- Royce da 5'9" -
21 Rugers
On the hip of 21 goons, 21-gun salutin
Bloody funds is what murder money becomes
21 bodies on all 21 guns
You from the D and you don't fuck with me, you lame
The streets and the internet fuck with me the same
So later for that punk shit
'Cause nigga I'll smoke you
that's why they say I stay on that blunt shit
Niggas 'll spray you up before they wet your lady up
Then shoot the baby bassinet to shut your baby up
And I'm in line with the bread
I hold niggas down doin time in the feds
Pharoahe talk to 'em


[CHORUS]
- Pharoahe Monch -


- Joell Ortiz -
Properly greet a general
I'd have to take steps down to be on a pedestal
I am what the 1-8 after the 7 do
Give it my all but you want more, you lil' beggar you!
Mean it's terrible, I showed hip-hop anyone's edible
Never give somethin that's not respectable
Never spit somethin that's not incredible
Never sold my soul for numbers left of the decimal
I done fucked up movements like cerebral palsy
You don't know me, don't pause me - I'll throw lead at you
Mean I earned e'ry stripe and you know it
When you see me put yo' hand on yo' head and push it forward

- Crooked I -
Before shots land on your head and push it forward
Eastside Long Beach, I'm only pushin four words
I organize a street massacre
You haters know I broke bread with at least half of ya
Out of town, hundred pound weed trafficker
Got niggaz rockin Long Beach fitteds in East Africa
I been stabbed, I been shot, a imperfect part
Like my Grape Street niggaz I got a Purple Heart
I kill your bitch at the beauty salon on Windham
They take a nap on your lawn on a Louis Vuitton pillow
Waitin for you to run out and say somethin
Come out your face frontin, dumb out and spray somethin
Bloaw! So move now


[CHORUS]
- Pharoahe Monch -

Slaughterhouse [2009] - Slaughterhouse - track 12 - Pray (It's a Shame)

Slaughterhouse
PRAY (IT'S A SHAME)


- Joe Budden -
Lord
please continue to guide, direct, and protect my niggas
From the world, and from themselves

[CHORUS]
- Joe Budden -
Lord, can you please shine that light on your sons?
They sent you a million prayers, you ain't answered near one
(Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby) It's a shame
I'm down on both knees, Father talk to 'em please?
All you put 'em through is pain, but will it ever cease?
(Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby) What a shame

- Joell Ortiz -
Yo wha! What up world? I'm Joell
Sixth floor, project door, broke bell
Only child, no brother, no sis
Mom's runnin' out the door to go sniff
My Highwater pants don't fit
Afro growin' all wild, no pic man
(Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby)
Is what my teacher said for class pics
My pops? I don't know where he at
He left one day, he said he'd be back
The stove keep me warm in the winter
I'm tired of Beefaroni for dinner
My grandmom's got a bad liver
I'm just watchin' her fade away
Man, I don't know what else to say
So at the end of every day I pray, I say

[CHORUS]
- Joe Budden -
Lord, can you please shine that light on your sons?
They sent you a million prayers, you ain't answered near one
(Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby) It's a shame
I'm down on both knees, Father talk to 'em please?
All you put 'em through is pain, but will it ever cease?
(Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby) What a shame

- Royce da 5'9" -
What up world? I'm the shit
I'm headed to Hell in a hand-basket
I pop pills, abuse liquor, and kill niggas
When I die, God ain't gonna judge, he gonna deal with us
That's why them reckless quotes come with my drama
My pops while coke-infested, cum in my momma
(Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby)
I know, right?
For those nights that I was havin' them seizures
For those mornings that I was havin' trouble breathin'
Come on listen; I was only a fo'-pound baby
So I grew up into grown and went fo' pound crazy
Daddy was gangsta, mommy was passive
Boxin' gloves for Christmas, I needed classes
My daddy beat our ass, that's probably why we assassins
But he'll do anything for me; Joey pray for me

[CHORUS]
- Joe Budden -
Lord, can you please shine that light on your sons?
They sent you a million prayers, you ain't answered near one
(Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby) It's a shame
I'm down on both knees, Father talk to 'em please?
All you put 'em through is pain, but will it ever cease?
(Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby) What a shame

- Crooked I -
What up world? I'm a lost soul
Challengin' the devil standin' at the crossroads
I just shot a dirty snake with my .38
He shot me too, now I'm waitin at the Pearly Gates
I seen the angel Gabriel and I came real
A lame tried to kill me, so I aim steel
(Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby)
Ask God is that somethin' that he can't feel
I had a six-shot popper and I brought it with me
I put his thinkin' cap somewhere he never thought it would be
I didn't son him, he's a daughter to me
Instead of hangin' with thugs he's slangin' drugs, shoulda got a college degree
But growin' up in the hood 'll leave your mind baffled
We put haters in the past like time travel
That's my murder story, I'm past purgatory
I need prayer though, Joey put a word in for me

[CHORUS]
- Joe Budden -
Lord, can you please shine that light on your sons?
They sent you a million prayers, you ain't answered near one
(Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby) It's a shame
I'm down on both knees, Father talk to 'em please?
All you put 'em through is pain, but will it ever cease?
(Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby) What a shame

Slaughterhouse [2009] - Slaughterhouse - track 13 - Cut You Loose

Slaughterhouse
CUT YOU LOOSE


[repeatedly]
You're no good I have to cut you loose, you loose


- Royce da 5'9" -
Woo! Hello hip-hop, goodbye music
It's like a love-hate relationship
Ridin' in the Ferrari while takin' trips
Compared to beer takin' sips
Sittin' somewhere in a Camaro with racin' strips
Either way you embrace it
Can't no amount of money or lady replace it
And after all this rhymin'
If I refer to you as a girl niggas 'd call this Common
... I'm through as a fan
No disrespect to music, I'm talkin' to you as a man
How the fuck is you flossin' a Benz?
Listenin' to this nigga Rick Ross dissin' Em
Jim Jones dissin Jay
This rap shit done, gone a different way (that's right)
I know my lawyers play the lies game
It's okay for Soulja Boy to say Nas ' name
Nothin' but Ludacris answers
The game backwards like dancers
shootin' on the same dance floor you grew up and answer
to them shooters, now them shooters is dancin'
... fuck you too!
You corny so I gotta cut you loose
I looked in my book of rhymes, took the sign
I swear I heard a few of my nigga Crooked lines

- Crooked I -
I got these A&R's heart racin'
Got 'em in fear of me sonnin'
they flagship artists for spittin ....
This is bar raisin'
I'm raisin' the bar so far
tryin' to look at it's equivalent to star gazin
Think I'd rather be waterboardin' - you feel me?
Than to listen to what y'all recordin' - for real G
Hell no, I will not support it
Rather switch places with the child mom's aborted - kill me
My skills be on point like a flyin' dart
Sometimes I feel like the messiah of a dyin' art
A whole 'nother animal
not the kind that departed on the giant ark
But a vulture with a lion heart
I eloquently breathe fire
I speak for the Eastsiders like I got a Long Beach speech writer
And I could teach riders how to do they thang
So they won't ruin the game for comin' off lame
We could be birds of a feather, what does it mean?
Think about it, that mean I put you under my wing
Or I'ma leave this hip-hop thing to all you whack dudes
Cut you loose (you're no good I have to) cut you loose
Call me a hater when I'm tellin the truth - expect it
SoundScan is unveilin the proof - respect it
Here's somethin' you could never dispute
The last time I spit a rhyme
the roof fell in the booth - I wreck shit

- Joell Ortiz -
Man I feel ruined inside
Somebody tell me what to do, I'm a guy
that loves music but I am truly through with the vibe
Sometimes I wish it was dead
rather than look this stupid alive (word)
I found out I been pursuin' a lie
It's nothin like, what I thought, man the proof's in the pie
'Cause ain't no puddin' in the hood
when niggaz shoot to survive
But what's my single? Ask dude in the suit and a tie
Who stole the whip? Man I'm losin' my drive
I 'member when singles used to have cuts on it
Nowadays the rewind button got mad dust on it
Can't bring it back if it's whack
when they come back then it's crack
I'm fiendin' for somethin' good so I can puff on it
Y'all don't even give me a buzz
I can't enjoy a glass of beer if it's really just suds
Nothin there but the air in y'all heads
Man I'm fed dawg, I had it up to here (done!)
I'm cuttin' you loose, fuckin' abuse
I can't believe they in your talks when you discussin' the truth
These dudes suck and they bad liars
This is not what I expected when I was 11
steppin' up in rap cyphers
(What's goin' on?) I thought you had to be mad nice
But apparently you could be trash
as long as you look good and have ice
I ain't complainin', I'm just sayin though
There's no reason a musician should wanna watch a television
instead of be listenin' to the radio
I'm cuttin' you loose

- Joe Budden -
Look, I used to dream of just bein wit'chu
Woulda probably gave whatever to be seen wit'chu
On the block on the scene wit'chu
And the most beautiful thing wit'chu
is we shared the same passion and I could get cream wit'chu
Not a qualm, not a problem, not a single issue
Then we started arguin', havin' single issues
Somethin's off nowadays, you don't seem official
So! ("You're no good I have to cut you loose")
I see you with them other artists and it's sickenin
E'rything's changed since we parted, you been different
Do whatever for bread boo when you started trickin
For real though ("You're no good I have to cut you loose")
How you could thug me?
If I can't be me when I'm wit'chu
tell me how could you love me?
(How you) Get so ugly?
Eat it, beat it, treat it better than niggas
so you still be dyin' to fuck me, baby don't interrupt me!
Ain't complete tryin' to compete but you judge me
What you really think of me, you disgust me
I 12-step my addict itch
So Method Man, you could have that bitch
But now she got neighbors against me, still her favorite MC
I just hit her hard and she got papers against me
It's cool; I get up wit'chu later if meant be
Just text them old heads, tell 'em mate with they memories


[repeatedly]
You're no good I have to cut you loose, you loose

Slaughterhouse [2009] - Slaughterhouse - track 14 - Rain Drops [ featuring Novel ]

Slaughterhouse
RAIN DROPS
[ featuring Novel ]


[CHORUS]
- Novel -
Tear drops in the pillow on my bed
Still trying to keep my head up
Know you'd rather see me dead
And the raindrops keep on falling
I said they keep on falling
And they keep on falling
I said they keep on falling
( Slaughterhouse Yo)

- Royce da 5'9" -
I'm the product of when a nigga's mama gives up
Crying lying in the trash with the lid shut
Ain't got no family my mind is tender my
Daddy's invisible my Mom's is Brenda unhh
If I survive I'm grow into what
Society considers trash the rope is to us
That means I'm hanging myself by living
The noose is getting murdered that or going to prison
My minds controlled before I learned mind control
What you call living life I call dying slow
I'm genetically predisposed
The reaper the only thing that can ease my soul freezing cold
Feeling like I was given life and if I take it at least I choose
I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops
'Til then all I'm hearing is wind and rain drops

[CHORUS]
- Novel -
Tear drops in the pillow on my bed
Still trying to keep my head up
Know you'd rather see me dead
And the raindrops keep on falling
I said they keep on falling
And they keep on falling
I said they keep on falling
(Slaughterhouse Yo)

- Crooked I -
('Cause this is my pain)
Dear auntie I still feel your timeless sorrow
Before you died it's like your body was mine to borrow
Like I jumped in your physical shell
While you was going through miserable hell
saying goodbye to tomorrow
Everyday it make me sad, angry, mad
how you were sent to heaven sacred path
Duct taped and gagged plus raped and stabbed
body draped in blood, what a fate to have
Such a pitiful end I'm popping Ritalin like they skittles 'cause
When I sleep I can feel it again and again and again, it's difficult
Killing is the wicked-est biblical sin
I'm talking about momma's identical twin
I see your face when I look at her
Her reminder of how I've been in the cold
Since 14 years old
Swear to God I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops
'Til then all I'm hearing is wind and raindrops
(Rest In Peace Chacha)


[CHORUS]
- Novel -


- Joe Budden -
Nah I ain't move bricks on the Peter Pan
No father around to teach me how to be a man
We was too high didn't know when we would land
Scraping coke on the weed 'til niggas didn't see a plant
Alcoholic's child raise off of sugar water
Headed to you and just thought about
how good he was brought up
Could've would've outta one track mind
They say man of many hats buys a hooker for a quarter
And now I'm writing a book and the hoods the author
Called the "Obvious Poker Face The Look of Torture"
Teach you how to climb your way out that ditch then
Me all I need is this pen and thick skin
Being so bright could mean you lit then
'Cause you start trying to figure out a figment
I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops
Til then all I hear is wind and rain drops


[CHORUS]
- Novel -


- Joell Ortiz -
(Check it out)
I'm still waiting on my did to get back
He went to the store in 84 and I ain't seen him after that
Another single mom public assisted the rent wasn't consistent
So they had us back and forth to court
in the months of the blizzard (Freezing)
My sneakers leaned the rubber was missing
No one on ones they always jumped me
No brothers and sisters to hold me down
Along with headphones plugged
into a cheap Walkman that ate tapes
Gun shots and me sleep walking I hate weights
A whole lot of crying police chalking that fate tape
Ambulance never on time they like a day late
My cousin ain't had to vacate
my best friend since age eight
Sometimes I can't hold them I kid you not
Eyes get swollen holding on that tissue box
Somebody get a mop
I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops
'Til then all I'm hearing is wind and raindrops


[CHORUS]
- Novel -

Slaughterhouse [2009] - Slaughterhouse - track 15 - Killaz [ featuring Melanie Rutherford ]

Slaughterhouse
KILLAZ
[ featuring Melanie Rutherford ]


- Melanie Rutherford -
I'm not afraid of the storm (no)
It seems like you're slipping away (oh)
I'm not afraid of the storm (no)
I'm not afraid of the storm

[CHORUS]
- Royce da 5'9" - Melanie Rutherford -
You fuckin' with a killa (I love you baby)
You fuckin' with a killa (you're so sexy)
You fuckin' with a killa
Lyrical, serial, either/or killa

- Royce da 5'9" - Melanie Rutherford -
Uh, I'm in love with this pep
Switch a nigga up, put a thug in a dress
Chop a nigga head off, pick his head up
Turn it upside-down, drink his blood from his neck
Uh, I fly across you with the Coupe now
I'm fire! The fire marshall shut the booth down
Uh, you fuckin' with a killa
Take your body, rape your body, dump it in the river
Turn myself in then, beat the case for it then
Turn around and put "I really did it" on my Twitter
Uh, I'm a fucked up nigga!
Pill poppin', e'rybody fucked up with us
Me and Joey the Kottonmouth Kings
(I love you baby) What the fuck you talkin 'bout? Sing!
(Uh, uh, I'm fuckin' with a killa)
So crazy (I'm fuckin' with a killa)
(I'm fuckin' with a killa)
Lyrical, serial, either/or killa

- Joell Ortiz -
First the clouds form, then they dark in the sky
Then the heavens roar when a couple of them collide
Then the most toxic rain landed on my
Caesar then Jesus Christ, the storm arrive
6-foot-somethin' made of Spanish descent
What I write is fresh air like my hand's in a vent
Y'all 'bout to be lost like you don't know where your manager went
That's just a heads up, 'cause none of y'all was plannin' a vic
I'm from the projects, Grey Goose , a crate on the bench
Mike's Hard Lemonade 'll get you amateurs bent
Where I'm from they don't hesitate the cannon that spits
Stand by the wrong man and watch your thoughts land on a fence!
I'm the voice of the gutter where your boys serve your mother
And the noise from a clucker puts your boy on a cover
We annoy undercovers cause they never put on
We from the hood, we don't snitch boy we weather the storm
We some killas!

[CHORUS]
- Royce da 5'9" - Melanie Rutherford -
You fuckin' with a killa (I love you baby)
You fuckin' with a killa (you're so sexy)
You fuckin' with a killa
Lyrical, serial, either/or killa

- Crooked I -
I'm comin' with flash just to blast your face mask
Bullets flyin' faster than the NASA spacecraft
Get half your face smashed by the click-clack
The impact's a passion of massive plane crash
The mic minister write literature, rhyme sinister
might injure, your nine endin' your life when it's the
prime miniature time witness the prime
Innocent lives kissin' goodbye, picture the I, givin' a fuck
The truth (walkin') just walked in the booth (talkin')
Too (often) I put a hot beat in a new (coffin)
For instrumentals I dig a grave
Then drop so many bars around you
when you listen feel like you in a cage
Niggas styles is sour, you makin lemonade
Take a thousand hours to write
our rhymes ( Minute Maid / made)
Me, Joey and Joell leave you crippled
Mother-fuck five cents, but we'll kill you over Nickel
We some killas!

[CHORUS]
- Royce da 5'9" - Melanie Rutherford -
You fuckin' with a killa (I love you baby)
You fuckin' with a killa (you're so sexy)
You fuckin' with a killa
Lyrical, serial, either/or killa

- Joe Budden -
I disagreed with my shadow when he got on Twitter (so I)
Don't like bein followed so I shot that nigga
A known loner; that's backwards
I'm a loner that's known to attempt to put a comber in a coma
You lookin' at the prime suspect, with enough stress
If you can give a fluck, then I can give fluck less
Obsessed with who I struck next so I set it for
success when I spit cause the vic is my next metaphor
Self-destructive mixed with light lies
If, you lookin for psychotic, I got it
Or don't! Maybe y'all are retarded, absurd
And I observe while the whole world tries to act reserved
Need a Oscar, I'll put on an act that's superb
E'rybody relax, it's words
Maybe it's not! It's gotta be reasonable doubt (but)
Reason don't come out my mouth, I let it come out of hers

- Melanie Rutherford -
I'm fuckin with a killa
I'm fuckin with a killa
I'm fuckin with a killa
I'm fuckin with a killa

Slaughterhouse [2009] - Slaughterhouse - track 16 [ bonus track ] - Fight Klub

Slaughterhouse
FIGHT KLUB


- Joe Budden -
Ladies and gentlemen!
Frequency, I present
The new fight club up in this bitch ( Slaughterhouse )
We go by the name of Slaughterhouse
And we outta here, only one rule
No rule, no rule

- Crooked I -
Joey, no rules, gunshots, no prob
No jewels, niggas say I got robbed
I'm still wearin' my bling
And fuck first class, I fly standin' on Virgin America 's wing
Nuts hang, knockin' down skyscrapers
Take a piss, make it rain, I'm the American dream (uh)
Make it rain, I ain't Pacman Jones
Nigga, balls and my word all a black man owns

- Joe Budden -
If you in that man's zone, how you figure to gain?
Can't bowl a 300 in another nigga lane
Better aim, you dealin' with a 7-10 split

- Crooked I - That's Long Beach cause we on some 7-10 shit

- Joell Ortiz -
I've been nice since "227" man, shit
I am sick and I'm never gettin' better, that's it
(Slaughterhouse) Give me somethin' sharp to sever that prick
Like a group broke up I will dismember that clique

- Royce da 5'9" -
I'm a veteran, remember that shit
We some internet rappers, then why you on our internet dicks?
We'll be there when it's war callin'
Either we high or we fly or the floor fallin'
I'm a Tommy gun - it ain't no best
The rap game like a St. Louis verses New York battle, nobody won
A bunch of fuckin 2's and 3's like zone defense

- Joe Budden -
[sighs] Please get at dudes Ortiz (nah, you beast 'em)
Hold up won't stop, cain't stop, thank pops
Hard-headed, gotta hit a wall first like a bank shot
Get it clear - a cokehead's a thin line
Between friend or foe, won't let this shit disappear
This fiscal year I'm a stay hot buzzin'
With dudes that help me shoot like A-Rod cousin
Walk in my shoes and your feet get callous
From Jersey City to Caesar's Palace
I speak with malice just to make sure the streets get salvaged
Real talk, where would all us be without us?
Slaughterhouse no fear - too many dudes
Tyson Chandler tried to leave they team and went nowhere

- Crooked I -
Like Tyson Chandler in the past niggas on some bullshit
Royce, tell Preme I got a full clip (whoa!)
Niggaz used to run when they saw Suge's face
Faster than Joey and Joell in a foot race
Now you ask me where the incident took place
Don't check the internet, check hood space
You dealin' with some intelligent creatures
I don't touch guns, I draw with telekinesis
No fingerprints on Crooked's mag
I'm mixed with good and bad like the Goodfellas and Jesus
First Biggie and Jay made it
I'll leave a bandana at your murder and make it gang related
The bitch at the Shonie's told me homie

- Joell Ortiz -
Ortiz, I'm the one and only
Pick a spot, I pick apart you dudes who pick a part
This ain't a movie, I feel bad like lookin at a pic of 'Pac
Niggaz hearts gettin sparked every time I give a arc
To my wrist and it twists like a spliff when I'm sittin in the park
Tall corny niggaz ain't makin a bigger mark
I'll boost drugs, what I does got 'em runnin to get a NARC
You guppies unlucky, you in a tank with a shark
Teeth crooked like my dog who just finished a vicious bark

- Royce da 5'9" -
Flick a dart through your top hat
Weak emcees you cannot rap; Freq', where the drop at?
Now you mad at Tahiry cause your ass ain't famous
Get it nigga? Your "ass" ain't famous
Quit talkin' 'bout me cause ya ass ain't dangerous
They call me Hustler because my mag game heinous
Show up to Detroit thinkin' Everybody Love you
And I'm a come and show you that ya ass ain't Raymond
Dumbin' every line - me fuckin' bitches
Like the cops after a murder, they comin' every time
Shell-toes and Wissam jacket, the contractor
Still pushin' elbows like a linebacker
And y'all playin' - my worldwide bitches
On my worldwide watch, I call it the broadband

- Crooked I -
Slaughterhouse !
Y'all know what it is man
I know you got that Padded Room , ow!
That motherfuckin Free Agent comin soon
Street Hop ! Yeah, hahaha
You might've heard the rumors
They thought it was, three quarters of the slaughter length
Hahahaha, I'm still here you mothrfuckin' haters!
Yeah
Ay, with friends like mine you don't need enemies
BLAOW! You do the math
Let me drink this motherfuckin' vodka and tell you one thing
We outta here, ow
Oh, shit