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(Slaughterhouse!) My real name, my rap
No made up nigga, I'm straight up,
Still in the projects where I came up,
On a scaffold ten sets of ten, getting my weight up nigga!
I'm no shooter, but my shooters'll have your exposed
But I'll shoot in a second, homie, and break your nose
Talking past, I'm dead ass, I was living life fast with my pistol in the
Digging in my ass finish up the last so I can sit it in a stash
Old E. sweat dripping the bag
Milk crates on the Ave.
While I'm looking left and right for them with the badge
My mom's really had crack on 'em
12 12's and I kept that shit packed for 'em, yeah they came for 'em
I can paint it so vivid cause I really it
If rap fail, I stack bail, and you how to get it!

I'm in the club, bottle in my doing my two step
While I got my gun in my call it the hammer dance
Uh, bitches dancing on a when they feel the gun
I tell 'em we doing the hammer
Uh, two with my weapon on me
You I'm just checking, homie
Uh, fam-a-lam, you don't a chance
While I got this gun in my pants doing my dance

In LA times, I wake up on one
slippers and coffee, I know the paper gon' come
I drop shit that the gangstas go dumb
Keep a bad bitch naked my waist with no gun
Uh, I'm for real, how are
Got street power, from the Watts Towers to U
How would you become me? I do what you cowards do
Flip a thousand pounds of that sour in a hour dude
I'm out my mind
Fuck a punchline, salute my grind
Ditching feds on the regular, they're trying to a predator
Not the Chris Hansen type, but the Glover kind I'm a killer,
Everybody know I body your
When a shotty blow, say goodbye to barrio, you maricon
You don't that I'm about this
Ice grill, nigga, put your where your mouth is

I'm in the club, bottle in my hand doing my two
While I got my gun in my pants it the hammer dance
Uh, bitches on a nigga when they feel the gun
I tell 'em we doing the dance
Uh, two steppin' my weapon on me
You I'm just checking, homie
Uh, fam-a-lam, you don't stand a
While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer

My real name, my rap
with Chase, but the real bank is the mattress
Money ain't new to me, been G-stacks
Since Smoove B took his shawty from rehab
Knife with me, but the chrome is extra
Case I'm in the same taxi as the collector uh!
Y'all rappin' models, I get hounded by 'em
Not a killer at all, I'm just by 'em
Just a real nigga, straight from my stomach
Ain't cloth for all of us to be cut from it
Not by who toast led
all of us would be angels for Pujols' bread
Lot of hostility, hollering is me
Screaming "Over my dead body," like not a possibility
On my bullshit, never mind me
But if it's problems, niggas know where to find me

I'm in the club, bottle in my hand doing my two
While I got my gun in my pants it the hammer dance
Uh, bitches on a nigga when they feel the gun
I 'em we doing the hammer dance
Uh, two with my weapon on me
You good? I'm checking, homie
Uh, fam-a-lam, you don't stand a
While I got this gun in my pants my hammer dance