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Our Way Lyrics - Welcome To: Our House - Slaughterhouse

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 

 

Get over yourselves, fucker 

Get over yourselves, sucker 

 

Guess that we them back pack niggas 

Rap rap niggas 

Who will never sell a record, no way 

Guess what sucker 

 

We made it, we made it, we made it 

But we did it our way, our way, our way 

Though it took some time but we finally made it 

Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way 

 

Dear mister end all be all of an opinion 

Fuck what you're saying, you've got fans but we've got minions 

Plus Eminem got Stan's like an arena, I went and seen it 

From abroad to back home, y'all ain't got to clap 

We're gonna make this track clap, clap, clap for him 

Let me take your back, we turn one song to a group, to a concert, to a record deal 

And yes it feels more like carpentry than artistry God's work let's get real 

All you hear is them niggas like 50 too while we in the 62 

But it ain't no industry business I ain't privy to 

Yeah and for y'all niggas that tired of it 

Just lay down and picture your soul over your body 

 

Get over yourselves, fucker 

Get over yourselves, sucker 

 

We made it, we made it, we made it 

But we did it our way, our way, our way 

Though it took some time but we finally made it 

Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way 

 

Check my rhyme, timeline, I took time with every line 

Now I don't rhyme unless a check gets signed 

My bank account, it don't look bad 

I got house gang, hood swag 

I'm a Crook that'll Jump Off with five 9's or a good jab 

Hell yeah, I could brag, dude ain't never switch 

Whether the booth or on the strip I kept a Mac in my book bag 

You mad little nigga cause I'm holding the belt 

Do some ad-libs nigga, get over yourself 

I'm here for the duration, you're here to reputation 

Slide them Dre's over your shit, prepare your ears for devastation 

'Cause if YAOWA on that motherfucker Yaowa going in 

Y'all wan' be mad go right ahead but once again 

 

Get over yourselves, fucker 

Get over yourselves, sucker 

 

We made it, we made it, we made it 

But we did it our way, our way, our way 

Though it took some time but we finally made it 

Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way 

 

As a poster child for Photoshop my whole image was wrong 

Straight out a movie, took a pill and all my limits were gone 

Now you mention the best and you gotta argue, son 

Clothes I used to borrow some now it's name brand drawls 

Just so my dick can see how far I've come 

Changing the topic to women they know me to keep mine in labels 

That's how they drape judging of shapes I should keep mine in stables 

They left him for dead, took him to watch me resurrect, that shit's pathetic 

Shouldered the blame it's a shame it took hindsight to give me credit 

I got kitchens in the masters, the fish tank is a wall 

I got couches in the closets, my estate is confused 

We say that blatantly for the fools that missed with a blessing that steal 

There's no other outcome when you question my will 

 

Get over yourselves, fucker 

Get over yourselves, sucker 

 

We made it, we made it, we made it 

But we did it our way, our way, our way 

Though it took some time but we finally made it 

Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way 

 

They say I'd never make it, never make it 

My rhyme scheme is a crime scene, dog I yellow tape it 

For lyrical murder, I'm on the verge of my next merger 

Had to crawl before I walk so after I ex Gerber 

I took it a step further 

I took over the web servers 

I took over the west word to these fresh words 

And rode the wave of web surfers 

A circus- that's what this industry makes me think about 

Cause selling out's a shortcut integrity's the scenic route 

But you have never seen a crew or better team 

While you forever sleep we're doing everything you fuckers dream about 

Sucker Slaughterhouse is what they scream and shout 

Not the crowd, I mean your bitch now 

 

Get over yourselves, fucker 

Get over yourselves, sucker 

 

We made it, we made it, we made it 

But we did it our way, our way, our way 

Though it took some time but we finally made it 

Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way 

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