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(Slaughterhouse!) My name, my rap shit
No made up nigga, I'm straight up,
Still in the projects where I up, nigga
On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten, my weight up nigga!
I'm no shooter, but my shooters'll have your exposed
But I'll shoot five in a second, homie, and your nose
Talking past, I'm dead ass, I was living life fast with my pistol in the
Digging in my ass tryna 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 right for them niggas with the
My dishes really had crack on 'em
12 12's and I kept that shit packed for 'em, yeah they back for 'em
I can paint it so vivid I really lived it
If rap fail, I stack bail, and you how to get it!

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 tell 'em we doing the dance
Uh, two with my weapon on me
You good? I'm just checking,
Uh, fam-a-lam, you don't a chance
While I got this gun in my pants my hammer dance

In these LA times, I up on one
House and coffee, I know the paper gon' come
I shit that make 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 to Howard U
How would you me? I don't 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 catch a
Not the Chris Hansen type, but the Danny Glover I'm a killer,
know I body your audio
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 dancing on a when they feel the gun
I tell 'em we doing the dance
Uh, two steppin' with my on me
You I'm just checking, homie
Uh, fam-a-lam, you stand a chance
While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer

My real name, my rap
Fuck Chase, but the real bank is the mattress
Money new to me, been getting G-stacks
Since B took his shawty back from rehab
Knife work with me, but the chrome is
Case I'm in the same taxi as the collector uh!
Y'all rappin' models, I get hounded by 'em
Not a at all, I'm just surrounded by 'em
a real nigga, straight from my mother's stomach
Ain't enough 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 Jers' bullshit, mind me
But if it's ever problems, niggas where to find me

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