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(Slaughterhouse!) My name, my rap shit No made up nigga, I'm straight up, Still in the projects where I came up, On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten, my weight up nigga! I'm no shooter, but my shooters'll have brain exposed But I'll shoot in a second, homie, and break your nose Talking past, I'm dead ass, I was living life fast my pistol in the grass Digging in my ass tryna finish up the last so I can sit it in a Old E. sweat from the bag Milk sitting on the Ave. I'm looking left and right for them niggas with the badge My dishes 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 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 '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 this gun in my pants doing my dance
In LA times, I wake up on one House slippers and coffee, I know the gon' come I drop shit make the gangstas go dumb Keep a bad bitch naked like my 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 don't do 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 on the regular, they're trying to catch a predator 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 your barrio, you You don't think I'm about this Ice grill, nigga, put your where your mouth is
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 nigga when they 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 this gun in my pants my hammer dance
My real name, my rap Fuck Chase, but the real bank is the mattress Money ain't new to me, getting G-stacks Since Smoove B his shawty back from rehab work with me, but the chrome is extra Case I'm in the same taxi as the collector uh! rappin' 'bout models, I get hounded by 'em Not a killer at all, I'm surrounded by 'em Just a real nigga, straight my mother's stomach Ain't enough cloth for all of us to be cut it Not by who toast led Cause all of us would be angels for bread Lot of hostility, hollering is me Screaming "Over my dead body," like it's not a On my bullshit, never mind me But if it's ever problems, niggas know to find me
I'm in the club, bottle in my hand doing my two While I got my gun in my pants call it the dance Uh, bitches dancing on a when they feel the gun I 'em we doing the hammer dance Uh, two with my weapon on me You good? I'm just checking, Uh, fam-a-lam, you don't stand a I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance