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Sound Off
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.
Sun Doobie
You get more for your money when you fuck Mr. Porter. . As long as I got my pen, I don't need a friend,. We got ears that we each lend each other,. My brother just hollered at me at ten.
See Dead People
You are now listening to arrabMUZIK. . I, I see dead people. I, I-I see dead people. I, I-I, I see dead people. I, I, I see dead people. . [Royce Da 5'9":].
Slaughterhouse
[Joell Ortiz:]. I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch. Hip hop got my spine smothered. But I'll be fine brother. My mind hovers above all you jive suckers.
Put Some Money On It
Yeah, Don Colito flyin' out a Tito. The further I get the ground look more mosquito. Dutch burnin', other hand big Mojito. I don't mean Dorito when I say (put some money on it).
R.n.s.
Once upon a time in the projects, yo. I'm at a cee lo game and my dice hit 4. That nigga rolled a 3 but I ain't get my dough. My hammer got a red light on it but I let that go.
Saydatthen
You got something on your mind nigga?. Say dat then. . Well let me say it without worrying if my label OK it. When Weapon Waist wildin' out, man give him room.
Pray
Lord. Please continue to guide, direct, and protect my niggaz. From the world, and from themselves. . [Chorus]. Lord can you please shine that light on your sons.
Psychopath Killer
I guess you could consider it poetry. But with me it started out with just words just words. They started looking like puzzle pieces so I started. Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases.
Party
[Intro: Crooked I & (Royce Da 5'9")]. What the fuck you talking 'bout?. (You ain't in my lane, nigga). This is Slaughterhouse. (Me and you ain't the same, nigga).
Place To Be
Fuck the world man, we are the freshest. I'm higher than a baby on a seesaw with Precious. Y'all just the messengers, we are the message. You bang on wax, I beef off the record.
Park It Sideways
You know we're 'bout that club life, thug life. Got this bitch bumping. Pocket full of money (we rollin'). Pocket full of money (we rollin'). P-p-p-pocket full of money.
Offshore
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]. They say the tongue is the perfect weapon. All I hang around nowadays is verse perfection. I knew these three niggas for years but when they each get in that booth they make a first impression.
Our Way
We them back pack niggas. Rap rap niggas. You'll be talking shit about all day. Internet underground, niggas. Our intellect just won't allow us to make records y'all way.
My Life
This is my motherfucking life (my life, oh yeah). This is my motherfucking life (my life, oh yeah). This is my motherfucking life. . S-l-a u-g-h t-e-r-h-o-u-s-e.
Not Tonight
Ladies and gentlemen (heyyyy! hoooo!). Slaughterhouse (heyyyy!). Woo!. . [Chorus]. Slaughterhouse in the place to be, see. And we got what it takes to rock the mic.
Move On
Verse 1 *Joell Ortiz*. No I Dont Respond Wit Answers That Fit A Script. So The Repitition Will Make A Nigga Flip. We In The Game Of Smokin Mirrors. Those Engineering A Bigger Spliff.
Move On Remix
[Joe Budden] Frequency!. . [Joell Ortiz]. YAOWA! What's up my nigga?. You say your name is John?. Joell Ortiz. Yeah yeah I know, I'm familiar with the interview shit.
Life In The City
[Hook]. Life in the city is not very pretty. It seems like a waste of your time. . [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]. Trojans cause the lifestyles bust faster. No font on no backwood, just Dutchmaster.
Microphone
"The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone" [repeat in background]. . Yeah, yeah. Too many Indians and no chiefs. I pull out the pistol when I pull no piece.
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