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[Intro: Joe
and gentlemen!
Frequency, I
The new fight up in this bitch (Slaughterhouse)
We go by the name of
We outta here, one rule
No rule, no

I]
Joey, no rules, gunshots, no
No jewels, say I got robbed
I'm wearin my bling
And fuck first class, I fly on Virgin America's wing
Nuts hang, down skyscrapers
Take a piss, make it rain, I'm the American
Make it rain, I ain't Jones
Nigga, balls and my word all a man owns

[Joe
If you in that man's zone, how you to gain?
Can't bowl a 300 in nigga lane
Better aim, you dealin a 7-10 split

[Crooked I] Long Beach cause we on some 7-10 shit

[Joell
I've nice since "227" man, shit
I am sick and I'm gettin better, that's it
(Slaughterhouse) Give me somethin to sever that prick
Like a group broke up I dismember that clique

Da 5'9"]
I'm a veteran, remember that
We internet rappers, then why you on our internet dicks?
We'll be there when it's war
Either we high or we fly or the floor
I'm a Tommy gun it ain't no
The rap game like a St. verses New York battle, nobody won
A bunch of 2's and 3's like zone defense

[Joe
[sighs] Please get at dudes (nah, you beast 'em)
Hold up won't stop, can't stop, thank
Hard-headed, gotta hit a wall first a bank shot
Get it a cokehead's a thin line
between friend or foe, let the shit disappear
This year I'ma stay hot buzzin
dudes that help me shoot like A-Rod cousin
Walk in my shoes and feet get callous
from City to Caesars Palace
I speak with malice just to make sure the street salvaged
Real talk, where would all us be it?
no fear - too many dudes
Tyson Chandler tried to they team and went nowhere

I]
Like Tyson Chandler in the past on some bullshit
Royce, Preme I got a full clip (whoa!)
Niggaz used to run when saw Suge's face
than Joey and Joell in a foot race
Now you ask me where the took place
check the internet, check hood space
You with some intelligent creatures
I don't touch guns, I with telekinesis
No fingerprints on mag
I'm mixed with and bad like the Goodfellas and Jesus
First and Jay made it
I'll leave a bandanna at your murder and make it gang
The bitch at the told me homie

[Joell
Ortiz, I'm the one and
Pick a spot, I pick apart you who pick a part
This a movie, I feel bad like lookin at a pic of 'Pac
Niggaz hearts gettin sparked every I give a arc
to my wrist and it like a spliff when I'm sittin in the park
Tall corny ain't makin a bigger mark
boost drugs, what I does got 'em runnin to get a NARC
You guppies unlucky, you in a tank with a
Teeth crooked like my dog who just a vicious bark

Da 5'9"]
Flick a through your top hat
Weak MC's you rap; Freq', where the drop at?
Now you mad at cause your ass ain't famous
Get it nigga? Your "ass" ain't
Quit talkin me cause ya ass ain't dangerous
They call me Hustler because my mag heinous
Show up to Detroit (Everybody Love) you
And come and show you that ya ass ain't (Raymond)
Dumbin line me fuckin bitches
like the cops after a murder, cummin/comin every time
Shell-toes and Wissam jacket, the
Still elbows like a linebacker
And y'all
My worldwide on my worldwide watch, I call it the broadband

[Outro: I]
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
Y'all know it is man