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(Slaughterhouse!) My name, my rap shit
No up nigga, I'm straight up, nigga
Still in the where I came up, nigga
On a scaffold ten sets of ten, getting my weight up nigga!
I'm no shooter, but my have your brain exposed
But I'll shoot five in a second, homie, and break nose
Talking past, I'm dead ass, I was living life with my pistol in the grass
in my ass tryna finish up the last so I can sit it in a stash
Old E. dripping from the bag
crates sitting on the Ave.
While I'm looking left and for them niggas with the badge
My mom's really had crack on 'em
12 12's and I kept that shit packed for 'em, yeah came back for 'em
I can paint it so vivid cause I lived 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
I got my gun in my pants call it the hammer dance
Uh, bitches dancing on a nigga they feel the gun
I 'em we doing the hammer dance
Uh, two with my weapon on me
You I'm just checking, homie
Uh, fam-a-lam, you don't a chance
I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance

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

I'm in the club, bottle in my hand my two step
While I got my gun in my pants call it the hammer
Uh, bitches dancing on a nigga they feel the gun
I 'em we doing the hammer dance
Uh, two steppin' with my on me
You good? I'm just checking,
Uh, fam-a-lam, you stand a chance
While I got gun in my pants doing my hammer dance

My name, my rap shit
Fuck Chase, but the real bank is the mattress
Money new to me, been getting G-stacks
Since Smoove B took his shawty from rehab
work with me, but the chrome is extra
Case I'm in the same taxi as the bone uh!
rappin' 'bout models, I get hounded by 'em
Not a at all, I'm just surrounded by 'em
Just a real nigga, straight from my mother's
Ain't cloth for all of us to be cut from it
Not by who toast led
Cause all of us would be angels for bread
Lot of hostility, is killing me
Screaming "Over my body," like it's not a possibility
On my Jers' bullshit, mind me
But if it's problems, niggas know where to find me

I'm in the club, in my hand doing my two step
While I got my gun in my pants it the hammer dance
Uh, bitches dancing on a when they feel the gun
I 'em we doing the hammer 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 gun in my pants doing my hammer dance