Saydatthen Lyrics - Slaughterhouse

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 

Used to have skeletons in my closet, but now they sit in my living room 

Octomom, I picture putting more niggas in a hole than that bitches womb 

The street sweeper's the wicked witches broom 

A silver spoon, I never had it 

I grew up mad at Anne Frank, 'cause the bitch lived in a better attic 

(Say dat then) 

I seen my share of static, they say that it made me charismatic 

Born leader who was born Libra in a foreign two seater with a porn diva 

Blowin' reefer and pouring liters of vodka 

'Cause the feds freezing a nigga bread 

I'm drinking thinking they gon' seize me even when I'm dead (Fuck 'em) 

Killers in my backyard 

In the dark with choppers while I'm sleeping in my bed 

Dreaming about Slaughterhouse dropping an album that's a chart topper 

While I got these demons schemin' on my head 

Even though I'm the realest 

See, there wasn't enough violence in Menace II Society 

To show you how Cali killers be chilling in society 

And the police, they hate me 

Long Beach PD probably want to kill Eminem for signing me 

'Cause I was supposed to be a statistic 

A ghost to me is realistic, my dead homie said "Say dat then" 

Guess this where I'm supposed to vent, huh? 

Under scrutiny, all my oppurtunity went, huh? 

Reality is I had more personality bent, huh? 

Nonsense, honestly my conscience 

Is dealing with a constant 

Conflict with the bullshit I've been doing 

That I feel so bad about the second after it's accomplished 

A compass, I need one of those cause I'm wandering in darkness 

But I see straight, and it feels great being clean around this 

Being clean around this (Say dat then) 

Being clean around this garbage two stepping through this garden 

Full of frozen cold snakes when you a lion, warm hearted 

Bank account comma, but still get your undergarments from Target 

With a penthouse apartment 

Kinda nigga still ready to piss in the elevator 

And shake the doorman's hand before you go jogging 

I'm just a hood nigga, fuck it 

But I'm a good nigga fucking after that cat on my tongue 

But never the cat got my tongue my nigga (Say dat then) 

So I could knock your dome off your neck 

Get your whole right eye socket broke with a left 

You could go apeshit, fake prick 

And take flicks with eight cliques, you still never posing a threat 

If you gon' say something, say it then 

My big mouth 

I got a big mouth, can't help it 

I'm talkin' from my heart, real 

You know what I'm saying? 

Whatever comes, comes 

You got something on your mind nigga? 

I made a living off of rhyming 'bout just how I feel at the moment 

Right at this particular moment 

I'm in that zone where I'm wondering 

How far I really could get with just my diploma 

Reflecting on how rap is a blessing 

Feeling that same feeling 

Before I fucked my first bad bitch 

That I got right after undressing 

Feeling like "Am I about to get this?" 

In yo head you hear it, that voice of confidence 

That comes down on you from the heavens 

Like "Yeah, you 'bout to get it" 

Just hope that you don't stick your dick in a dud 

'Cause that bitch could end up your wife, or your mistress 

Or a chick the same type as your mistress 

Or a chick that's just gon' draw your name with a stick in the mud 

Rather intended or unintended 

It all comes with the territory, no pun intended 

I fell out with all of my friends like 

"Is it me or is it them?" 

Angry like "Shit everybody can't be wrong 

But a lot of these niggas just can't be right" 

Therefore, I'll say it's their fault, say dat then 

I fucking plan to, too many hoes out here niggas done ran through 

I'd rather roll through the valley and lay low 

I done fell out of love and back in love again 

Then out of love and back with my spouse more than Halle and J. Lo 

If she left me, my inner self would shatter 

I could leave her, 'cause I'm a selfish addict 

The problem is, I just don't want nobody else to have her 

If we split, I consider my health a hazard 

Or else living in wealth and lavish 

And as far as these niggas 

Who want to kill me, you never get a chance 

You a criminal chill with your subliminal Twitter rants 

You bigger than that, you just ain't bigger than me 

You are literally killing me figuratively 

I'm busy thinking about who hot and how they bit off me 

If any one of you niggas jump on me 

Nobody gon' have to tell you that you should probably get off me 

And that's off rip, bruh 

Your contract killers can sign off richer 

That little beef y'all talking is small things to a giant 

Like Goliath been drinking that anaconda malt liquor 

Slaughterhouse, we the nicest four fellas 

And if that day should come that we should ever part ways 

It'll just be an excuse for us to reunite at Coachella 

I heard them words and they stung 

My ear drum 

Was told that cancer finally made it through his lungs 

Some of y'all are blessed enough 

That y'all have no idea what the fuck I'm talking bout, 

'Cause y'all got no experience 

So in case you hear this verse 

And think that there's the slightest chance that he'll survive 

His cancer's on level four, and there's not a five 

So my mother lose my mother, now my dad is losing his 

From miles apart, wildest part is that's not the wildest part 

What's outlandish is I too would want to vanish 

Alcohol like Uncle Robbin him blind and taking advantage 

My aunt's supposed to be holding him down, but she sure to gain 

Behind his back just took out another insurance claim 

(Say dat then) Well indeed I will 

They making all these alterations to his will 

He can't even play his poker games in peace, y'all got to chill 

Like I can't decide if he's dying or y'all rather have him killed 

I know a nigga's last breath shouldn't be this way 

And if they was, I would panic too, tell me what's a man to do 

Playing devil's advocate, none of it's understandable 

I walk in the house and feel that energy as if it's tangible 

Well every rapper got a cuban on looking like marks 

I'm just busy trying to get my Mark Cuban on 

My Lyor Rick Rubin on 

My Nas, Pac, Big, Jay, Em, and fusion on 

Could outrap any movement goin' 

Gun on the couch shit, wrong one to be running your mouth with 

Bars, no VH1 it's mouse shit 

If a nigga don't spit crack, go back and stock up 

No harms, sometimes you got to stir it til it rock up 

Been broken, been rich, been high, sober 

Fucked almost every model twice over like I was living my life over 

These niggas ain't got to like me 

But after a decade in they all respect me 

Shit, they don't even directly indirect me 

It's cool though, back to business 

Stacking these riches means caskets in ditches 

With my Trues on living sacrilegious 

It's Joe, looking like money all the pretty hoes can't help but look 

Life gave me lemons, better be what jordan belfort took 

Slaughter la familia, Glocks out over here 

The schoolboy's with Kendrick, we dropouts over here 

Uh, no offense 'cause them my niggas 

And that list is short, you get the gist I'm sure, Joey