[Hook: Royce da 5'9"]
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What the fuck are you looking for?
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Can¡¯t a young nigga get money anymore?
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Can y¡¯all bums get funny anymore?
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Can my life get sunny anymore?
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Back the fuck back ¡®fore I fuck you up
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Ay! Back the fuck back ¡®fore I fuck you up
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You better back the fuck back ¡®fore I fuck you up
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(Slaughterhouse!)
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I came, I saw
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I conquered, I¡¯m a monster
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Back the fuck back ¡®fore I fuck you up
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You better back the fuck back ¡®fore I fuck you up
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[Verse One: Royce da 5'9"]
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Feeling like the greatest, Motor City¡¯s finest
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My crew looking Jamaican, I¡¯m rolling with the grinders
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They calling me Old Head, but so what the [cards?] young
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I set the bar with the bars even though I¡¯m bar none
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Hot car, top¡¯s off, hot broad, rockstar
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Watch not flawed, tell y¡¯all to watch dogs knock it off
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I¡¯m too pretty to fight, this gonna end fast
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My clip long as Sinbad¡¯s when it¡¯s on its tenth blast
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Fuck y¡¯all radio play, fuck y¡¯all radio stations
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Long as I¡¯m paid, my lady built like a long-legged alien
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If it all ended today
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I can honestly say I performed and recorded with the greatest
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Word on The Chronic to Dre
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Now I¡¯m as polished as Obama wiping down a diamond
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With the ass of Diamond from Crime Mob
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After she¡¯s had a shiny Armani hind-job
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I¡¯ma be straight
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And you can pick a rapper, any rapper, and line up the date
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I¡¯m in a zone where the fuck is the ref with the whistle
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Don¡¯t gotta impress you, I just diss you
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The press pretzels the issue
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My homie Joey showed me the net
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And I went and got me a gross net fiscal
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I¡¯ll stretch you like the tek is a Bowflex pistol
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So don¡¯t bet
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You would prefer me to be coming with you like phone sex
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With a sexy electrician whose next mission
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Is to cut your buzz off if you don¡¯t rap right
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I ain¡¯t wrapped tight but I¡¯m just that gift
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Crack piff, mac spit, Cadilac flips
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We can match whips, battle rap dick
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I¡¯d rather have an actress on my mattress
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Who givin me brain so long she don¡¯t know jack shit
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But how to do that dick
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??? confidence of a fat chick
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Caught onto fashion from catchin bodies at Saxs and Fifth
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I came, saw, and I conquered, pig gang
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Yall talkin I¡¯m chainsawin ya tonsils
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[Hook]
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[Verse Two: Joell Ortiz]
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Out for lunch with my accountant
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Back the fuck back down to Chase doin countin
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My bitch back the fuck back it up when I¡¯m poundin
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Yall funny style watching Broke-the-fuck-back-Mountain
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Yall tuned into the Slaughters, the group fathers hate
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Cuz we move in on their daughters, with shit news reporters
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Holding they hand when they tryna get interviews in order
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That¡¯s a chico stick mami, come chew me I¡¯m a quarter
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Of the House Gang, call it the crib mami
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These niggas runnin tryna get in our seat, a bunch of Mitt Romneys
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But I stand at the podium with the fifth by me
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Screamin out ¡°Yes we can open yo shit Papi¡±
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I rap well so I¡¯m a bit cocky
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From Maxwell blank tapes with the tissue in it to disc copies
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To downloads in one click I¡¯ll be
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Still rhyming when music is telepathic you can come sit by me
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I¡¯ll stare at you with the rawest thoughts
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CNN? Yall think news, CNN? I think War Report
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I say ¡°Big L,¡± you say ¡°weed¡±, I say Harlem¡¯s boss
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A legend I¡¯m reppin for him and all that my sport has lost
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Hip-Hop ain¡¯t just a way of life
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It¡¯s all I know, it¡¯s what fill up my kid¡¯s cutty/Cudi ¡°day and night¡±
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When it got soft, yall conformed, man I stand to fight
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Y¡¯all went bathin apes I went ape in my favorite Nikes
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Back the fuck back bredren
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I brought it back when rap was defective
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Please don¡¯t ask me no questions
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Friend or foe, speak quick
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Or I¡¯ll put this foot back the fuck back where you leak shit
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[Hook]
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Back The Fuck Up
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Slaughterhouse |