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

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

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

[Crooked I] That's Long Beach cause we on some shit

[Joell
I've nice since "227" man, shit
I am sick and I'm never gettin better, it
(Slaughterhouse) Give me somethin sharp to sever prick
a group broke up I will 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 war callin
we high or we fly or the floor fallin
I'm a Tommy gun it ain't no
The rap game a St. Louis verses New York battle, nobody won
A bunch of fuckin 2's and 3's zone defense

[Joe
[sighs] Please get at Ortiz (nah, you beast 'em)
up won't stop, can't stop, thank pops
Hard-headed, gotta hit a wall first like a bank
Get it clear a cokehead's a line
between friend or foe, let the shit disappear
fiscal year I'ma stay hot buzzin
with dudes that help me shoot like A-Rod
in my shoes and your feet get callous
from Jersey to Caesars Palace
I speak malice just to make sure the street gets salvaged
talk, where would all us be without it?
Slaughterhouse no fear - too dudes
Tyson tried to leave they team and went nowhere

I]
Like Tyson Chandler in the past on some bullshit
Royce, tell Preme I got a clip (whoa!)
Niggaz used to run they saw Suge's face
Faster than Joey and in a foot race
Now you ask me where the incident took
Don't check the internet, hood space
You dealin with some intelligent
I don't touch guns, I draw with
No fingerprints on mag
I'm mixed with good and bad like the Goodfellas and
First and Jay made it
I'll leave a at your murder and make it gang related
The bitch at the Shonie's me homie

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

Da 5'9"]
Flick a dart through top hat
MC's you cannot rap; Freq', where the drop at?
Now you mad at Tahiry cause your ass famous
Get it nigga? Your "ass" famous
Quit talkin 'bout me ya ass ain't dangerous
They call me because my mag game heinous
Show up to thinkin (Everybody Love) you
And I'ma come and show you that ya ass (Raymond)
every line me fuckin bitches
like the cops after a murder, they every time
and Wissam jacket, the contractor
Still pushin elbows like a
And playin
My worldwide bitches on my watch, I call it the broadband

Crooked I]
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
Y'all know it is man