Hey, we aint really gotta keep going through this. If anybody wanna rap circles 'round you, my nigga, we 'bout to do it. You about that bitch, dough, and that swag, thats it.
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].
(You are now listening to Arabmuzik). . (Slaughterhouse!) My real name, my rap shit. No made up nigga, I'm straight up, nigga. Still in the projects where I came up, nigga.
All the ugly people be quiet. All the ugly people be quiet. . I got a house full of bitches, niggas, it is going down. Imma hold my own, yeah. Bitches laying on the floor like its a crack house.
I remember it like it just happened. I could've sworn it was a dream. But in reality it hit me like a nightmare. Or at least that's how it seemed. I just got a grip on our relationship.
I remember it like it just happened. I could've sworn it was a dream. But in reality it hit me like a nightmare. Or at least that's how it seemed. I just got a grip on our relationship.
We're so furiously dangerous. Furiously dangerous. Furiously dangerous. Furiously dangerous. Furiously dangerous. . Death by lyrical injection. I kill you rappers.
Slaughterhouse. . Presents, The Way It began. "Let's see now. First thing I can remember is an evening years back. The four of us was together even then.
In the kitchen (putting work). On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird. On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird. On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird.
All the ugly people be quiet. . I got a house full of bitches, niggas, it is going down. I'ma hold my own, yeah. Bitches laying on the floor like it's a crack house.
[Intro]. As we proceed. to give you what you need. As we proceed. to give you what you need. Slaughterhouse up in this bitch. Get your bitch, make it quick.
Joey, no rules, gun shots 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.
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.
"You're no good I have to cut you loooooose, you loooooose". . Woo! Hello hip-hop, goodbye music. . It's like a love-hate relationship. Ridin' in the Ferrari while takin' trips.
Alright, look. I seen these guys backstage, I'm gonna say it right now. There isn't a group in the rap game today, that lyric for lyric. Can out-rap these next dudes. I know it for a mother-fucking fact.
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]. I been here before and I don't mean the last cypher. I'm a pen and pad sniper. When y'all make it rain you make your little stash lighter.
Slaughterhouse!. Bussa Buss!. Somebody better hurry up and find the nearest fucking exit. . Barge our way through, they wouldn't open the door. First time high, they couldn't know it was raw.
The lunatics now run the asylum. The doctors are dead, nurses are tied up. They've taken it over and barricaded themselves inside it. The lunatics now run the asylum.
Rikers Island Rikers Island. (Iraq Island Iraq Island). Rikers Island Rikers Island. (Iraq Island). Rikers Island Rikers Island. (Iraq Island Iraq Island).
Outlaw, outlaw. Uhh, uhh, yo, give me some of that haze man, that purple haze. I don't wanna smoke that fucking haze wit' this wood no more. Hydro, shit got my hydro tasting like smydro.