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"Slaughterhouse"
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Onslaught 2
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Slaughterhouse
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Yeah, 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 niggaz is dimes, my bitches is dimesI came up behind Eminem in '99 and I took the baton I been runnin' shit ever since then, slaughtered MC's Sit and watchin' my green grow like I'm waterin' seeds The problem with me is I'm the heart of the streetsNiggaz 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 releasedWe a different form, a different centrifugal force Every line is like grippin' on a stick shift in a Porsche My niggaz asked for direction to go on this track I said, "Fuck a direction, spaz out, get 'em up high"Crooked and for them wack 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 en-flamed for the road that you pavedThe 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 EWith Nickel we gon' make more cheese Heavy hitter, call me Joell David Ortiz I point a burner at the plaque on your teeth On some leftover shit, it's a wrap on the beefI'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 umm, 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 drainedListen, 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 highJoell, here we go again, you know I'm him, Mr. Ortiz Soon as I hold a pen I co-defend the sickest MC's Pick a disease we got it, I vomit sniffle and sneeze Lyrics squeeze, listen please, Lord, help get rid of this feverI'm like 150 degrees 16's 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 dreamsThe 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 jeansI 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 Niggaz hate, bitches cheer like Norm, Cliff and DianeI'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 wordCity 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, every year, let's be clear Put some fingers in the air and hold 'em up highJoey, 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 numbSee 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 billsFor 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 matchThey 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 maskYou diss 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 focusedThey say you the Ultimate Warrior, I agree You die and come back , won't nobody know this Drive by, screamin' it's a new crew reppin' Hangin' out the window, like it's 227, get 'em up highGet 'em up high, get 'em up high Get 'em up high, get 'em up high Get 'em up high in the skyPut 'em up high, put 'em up high Put 'em up high, fingers in the sky Put 'em up, Slaughterhouse, SlaughterhouseOhh, ohh, Fatman Scoop, Slaughterhouse Fatman Scoop, Slaughterhouse Put 'em high, woo, ohh
Это интересно:Slaughterhouse - это хип-хоп группа, куда входят 4 исполнителя, это: Royce da 5'9", Joe Budden, Crooked I и Joell Ortiz. Группа сформировалась в 2008-ом году, когда для интернет-альбома Joe Budden'a "Halway House" был создан трек "Slaughterhouse" при участии вышеупомянутых рэпперов. Тогда им и пришло в голову что было бы неплохо если... продолжение
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