 [Joe Budden]
As, we, pro-ceed, to give you what you need [x2]
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
Slaughterhouse up in this b*tch, get your b*tch, Nickel quick
Joey, Crook you know we shut, everybody down!
B*tch this ain't no club hit, this ain't for no b*tches
This a motherf*ckin stick-up, quick, everybody down!
[Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm about to rob the hardest n*gga out here, yes I'm on my Joker shit
I keep a Heath, Ledger for the joke of it
I don't plan ahead I'm done, I don't gamble I just keep a fo'-fo' clip
Full of bullets that resemble poker chips
I'm so the shit, b*tches jumpin on my pogo stick
Slaughterhouse you know we sick; everybody down!
Take your b*tch, same b*tch you wake up with
Make her trick, 'til her f*ckin thighs hurt
Mama if your pussy wet, shouldn't have a dry purse
Call me Ryan Rhinoplasty, I will augment yo' ass if you mess with God's work
When it come to drama fightin's second, homicide's first
I don't look for drama, drama follows me so why search?
Everybody everybody, we gon' need you quiet (shhh)
Slaughter got a message, everybody - down!
I'm a cheddar getter, you a teller, I don't care whatever
I'll just scare the witnesses - I'm the illest in here
Bring your pen and pad and we'll compare the sicknesses
Where the f*ck the ruler at so we can measure sentences?
I am better than I ever been, never been better
I don't follow trends, I set trends for the trendsetters
Nickel
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
Slaughterhouse up in this b*tch, get your b*tch, Nickel quick
Joey, Crook you know we shut, everybody down!
B*tch this ain't no club hit, this ain't for no b*tches
This a motherf*ckin stick-up, quick, everybody down!
[Joe Budden]
As, we, pro-ceed, to give you what you need
As, we, pro-ceed
[Crooked I]
And now, the drive-by.. first I pull up on your block
Let my entire torch all spit fire, burn down your empire's boardwalk
B*tch I am meltin' my rim tire, draw off
Porsche hit the wall then my pill high has worn off
Crawled out, grabbed the new banana clip
Lacerations on my face, travel agent shit I still plan a trip
Ran up on the first n*gga who had a whip
Eat to die a hero or abandon ship (get out yo' car n*gga!)
I could kill you now, f*ck a witness
I'm all about my business, you all about your b*tchness
And I ain't 'bout to slow down
You oughta ask yo' daughter about f*ckin around with Slaughter, you bound to go - down
I'ma disappear when you meet the Lord
I'ma be at border G for the Singapore with mi amor
Or, bring a whore to be a slut, either or
We ignore casualties of war, you can meet the floor now
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
Slaughterhouse up in this b*tch, get your b*tch, Nickel quick
Joey, Crook you know we shut, everybody down!
B*tch this ain't no club hit, this ain't for no b*tches
This a motherf*ckin stick-up, quick, everybody down!
[Joe Budden]
As, we, pro-ceed, to give you what you need [x2]
Look here, yo
I get on my I-don't-give-a-f*ck tip, f*ck the money, f*ck the wealth
F*ck your label, f*ck your lyrics, you sit on the f*ckin' shelf
Lava so if I ain't in the topic of the constant the discussion fell
Tell the b*tch that this d*ck ain't gon' suck itself
N*gga! I ain't a rapper, I'm a mercenary
Every verse I bury some'll blame it on the perks I carry
Been in disguise when I failed or I lost
But they won't know I'm a god until I'm nailed on the cross
And these rappers is a mess, sad if this they best
Magnum to they chest, they can piss me it won't matter what they said
They just rhyme, I just climb on the ladder to success
And may even bring in some n*ggaz that would rather me with less
My advice for the f*ck boys, make some hard improvements
Career at a standstill, how you gon' start a movement?
Slaughterhouse the gang, take part in what we doin
Or get steam-rolled over n*gga, pardon the intrusion
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
Slaughterhouse up in this b*tch, get your b*tch, Nickel quick
Joey, Crook you know we shut, everybody down!
B*tch this ain't no club hit, this ain't for no b*tches
This a motherf*ckin stick-up, quick, everybody down!
[Joe Budden]
As, we, pro-ceed, to give you what you need [x2]
[Joell Ortiz]
Uhh, y'all just heard my man snap, this is rubberband rap
Twist a Tropican' cap, pop a Zantac; everybody - down!
Faithful, I ain't f*ckin' around
Uppercut a clown for bein' playful, pay homie with a frown
I don't think y'all understand the magnitude
Mathematical radical equations are easy to solve for YAOWA
I'm the square root of a truth table
In the booth able to raise the bar for some part of the 9th power
I don't pick at food, I devour
You think you hot dog? I'm walkin' round with the sauer-
-kraut and onions, buns and ketchup, mustard, relish
Wow I think I'ma fart, everybody DOWN!
I don't want the crown, I rock a fitted navy brown
Well it's blue but y'all been colorblind since I done came around
Nobody can see me, I'm pissed off like my pee-pee
Then bought it in Ouija, be easy - Slaughterhouse this is it!
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
Slaughterhouse up in this b*tch, get your b*tch, Nickel quick
Joey, Crook you know we shut, everybody down!
B*tch this ain't no club hit, this ain't for no b*tches
This a motherf*ckin stick-up, quick, everybody down!
[Outro: Joe Budden]
As, we, pro-ceed, to give you what you need [x2]
Ha ha! House Gang, Joey!
As, we, pro-ceed, give you what you need
Nickel!
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