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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