[Intro: Joe Budden]
Ladies and gentlemen!
Frequency, I present
The new fight club up in this b**** (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, n***** say I got robbed
I'm still wearin my bling
And f*** first class, I fly standin on Virgin America's wing
Nuts hang, knockin down skyscrapers
Take a p***, make it rain, I'm the American dream (uhh)
Make it rain, I ain't Pacman Jones
n****, b**** 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 n**** lane
Better aim, you dealin with a 7-10 split
[Crooked I:] That's Long Beach cause we on some 7-10 s***
[Joell Ortiz:]
I've been nice since "227" man, s***
I am sick and I'm never gettin better, that's it
(Slaughterhouse) Give me somethin sharp to sever that p****
Like a group broke up I will dismember that clique
[Royce Da 5'9":]
I'm a veteran, remember that s***
We some internet rappers, then why you on our internet d***s?
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 f***** 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 c**ehead's a thin line
Between friend or foe, won't let this s*** 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 Caeser'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 n***** on some bullshit
Royce, tell Preme I got a full clip (whoa!)
n***** 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 s***e
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 b**** 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
n***** 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 n***** 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 MC's you cannot rap; Freq', where the drop at?
Now you mad at Tahiry cause your a** ain't famous
Get it n****? Your "a**" ain't famous
Quit talkin 'bout me cause ya a** 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 a** ain't +Raymond+
Dumbin every line - me f***** b******
Like the cops after a murder, they c**min/comin every time
Shell-toes and Wissam jacket, the contractor
Still pushin elbows like a linebacker
And y'all playin - my worldwide b******
On my worldwide watch, I call it the broadband
[Outro: Crooked I]
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
Y'all know what it is man
Ladies and gentlemen!
Frequency, I present
The new fight club up in this b**** (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, n***** say I got robbed
I'm still wearin my bling
And f*** first class, I fly standin on Virgin America's wing
Nuts hang, knockin down skyscrapers
Take a p***, make it rain, I'm the American dream (uhh)
Make it rain, I ain't Pacman Jones
n****, b**** 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 n**** lane
Better aim, you dealin with a 7-10 split
[Crooked I:] That's Long Beach cause we on some 7-10 s***
[Joell Ortiz:]
I've been nice since "227" man, s***
I am sick and I'm never gettin better, that's it
(Slaughterhouse) Give me somethin sharp to sever that p****
Like a group broke up I will dismember that clique
[Royce Da 5'9":]
I'm a veteran, remember that s***
We some internet rappers, then why you on our internet d***s?
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 f***** 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 c**ehead's a thin line
Between friend or foe, won't let this s*** 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 Caeser'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 n***** on some bullshit
Royce, tell Preme I got a full clip (whoa!)
n***** 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 s***e
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 b**** 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
n***** 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 n***** 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 MC's you cannot rap; Freq', where the drop at?
Now you mad at Tahiry cause your a** ain't famous
Get it n****? Your "a**" ain't famous
Quit talkin 'bout me cause ya a** 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 a** ain't +Raymond+
Dumbin every line - me f***** b******
Like the cops after a murder, they c**min/comin every time
Shell-toes and Wissam jacket, the contractor
Still pushin elbows like a linebacker
And y'all playin - my worldwide b******
On my worldwide watch, I call it the broadband
[Outro: Crooked I]
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
Y'all know what it is man