Slaughterhouse
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Drama
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Slaughterhouse
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Some niggas talk that real shit
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Others acute it
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Some niggas get real brag and go just with it
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Others they just go where they go
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Where they go, it go, know what I mean?
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You don¡¯t even acknowledge that shit is as dead nigga
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I ain¡¯t got more to say about it
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My voice does
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These niggas actin¡¯ like I¡¯ve reached my prime
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They keep yappin¡¯, lemme speak my mind
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When y¡¯all keep talkin¡¯ I try to stay calm
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Thinkin¡¯ how could you let a few negative communists make you perspire by your armpits
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When you got your idle right by your arm shit
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And you¡¯re only surrounded by monsters
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Getting harnet just for sellin¡¯ Benny what I¡¯ve accomplished
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And your chick¡¯s still got my dick in the back of her mind right around by the time she¡¯s with you
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For those who try to run greatness, today is your bedtime
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Before I spuke whack cooks and dead lines
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I would do fair time
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And give me time to rap over your deadline
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If it doesn¡¯t happen, it doesn¡¯t happen
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Fuck it, I¡¯ve been bubblin¡¯ from thuggin¡¯ and rappin¡¯
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Capturin¡¯, publishin¡¯, travellin¡¯ through the underground quietly
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Under their noses like Tublin and Chaplin
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You new school shooters, you¡¯re nothing
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I¡¯m from the old school like mullin¡¯ and packs
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And you¡¯re bugged out till you bug an assassin
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I¡¯m dead accurate, run into me, I¡¯m a led accident
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Pardon my birddog threads if I don¡¯t appear passionate
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They hear that last shit and think that I¡¯m here for fashion
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Till I take off my glasses and hat and that shirt
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When they fuck the whole goddamn earth
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I¡¯m bare back in it
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I rev and listen to the sound
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Spittin¡¯ 13 shells till they hear clowns talkin¡¯, first week¡¯s sale
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They don¡¯t know what they¡¯re talkin¡¯ ¡®bout
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The writers inside the Slaughterhouse
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The liars decided to walk it out
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Long as we real we know that the fake won¡¯t employ us
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We believe in fate though the fate won¡¯t destroy us
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In muddy waters as long as satan tongue is avoided
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We don¡¯t give a fuck if pitchfork don¡¯t support us
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They say that problem marshal probably restored order
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Why they rolling over a dollar looking for change?
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Now I¡¯m here and I¡¯m providing them full of quarters
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Courtesy of my boy Porter
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As I¡¯m submerged in this coy sporter
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Probly ridin¡¯ around with a bird in boy shorts
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Swervin¡¯ in a Panamera 4 door Porsche
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Pressin¡¯ the pedal to the medal to let it breathe
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I fuck her and tell her we can never be and she should let it be
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Drop her off wherever and drive home to the nag and his bitch ever tell ¡®er she the queen?
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And I would never leave and that¡¯s my life
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Hated and loved I¡¯m like when reality and lightning strikes at the same damn time
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Cuz I came from above it
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Me and this gun keep discussin¡¯
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New rules have changed but fuck it with discussion
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Just hang in the budget
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Me and insane completely the same
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My brains just retains genius things
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Even though my memory suck all I remember to do is get fuck this up
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You just bang my enemies up
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Something like that, I can¡¯t remember, dang
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I came from pennies to up, form denies to dealin¡¯ with puff
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Like fuck denies I¡¯m famous
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I¡¯m payin¡¯ my dues by payin¡¯ for shoes
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And crucks for my cuz, that¡¯s what I do
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Huh I¡¯ve got to count cash to do math
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All I need to know it¡¯s if you¡¯re losin¡¯ you winnin¡¯ negative and winning¡¯s a plus
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I¡¯m the general of the tic tic team
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Which means your 15 minutes is up
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I¡¯m sprinting and yea that does
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You¡¯re chasing us minds and you in it and I ain¡¯t got it
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Say who win it
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The only time I slowed down is when it where I turned around and said eat it my dust after I finish my cup
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You rap new jacks, who rap?
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You can do like pookie from new Jackie
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Go to the other side after you finished my dust
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You burnt up by the other side like pookie
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You¡¯ll end up another actor that died because he lied
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Now it resides inside of an urn for tryna earn trust
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I earned it because I don¡¯t trust nothing but my gun and my gut
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This is how I¡¯m cut
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Rich enough to cut one of you little bittie bitin¡¯ ass niggas in
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