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(Slaughterhouse!) My name, my rap shit
No made up nigga, I'm straight up,
Still in the projects I came up, nigga
On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten, my weight up nigga!
I'm no shooter, but my have your brain exposed
But shoot five in a second, homie, and break your nose
Talking past, I'm ass, I was living life fast with my pistol in the grass
Digging in my ass tryna finish up the so I can sit it in a stash
Old E. sweat dripping the bag
Milk sitting on the Ave.
I'm looking left and right for them niggas with the badge
My mom's dishes had crack on 'em
12 12's and I that shit packed for 'em, yeah they 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 hand my two step
While I got my gun in my pants it the hammer dance
Uh, dancing on a nigga when they feel the gun
I tell 'em we the hammer dance
Uh, two steppin' my weapon on me
You I'm just checking, homie
Uh, fam-a-lam, you stand a chance
I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance

In these LA times, I up on one
House slippers and coffee, I know the paper gon'
I drop shit 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, the Watts Towers to Howard U
How would you become me? I do what you cowards do
Flip a thousand of that sour diez' in a hour dude
I'm out my mind
Fuck a punchline, salute my grind
Ditching feds on the regular, they're to catch a predator
Not the Chris Hansen type, but the Danny Glover I'm a killer,
Everybody know I your audio
When a shotty blow, say goodbye to barrio, you maricon
You don't think that I'm about
Ice grill, nigga, put your money where your is

I'm in the club, bottle in my hand my two step
While I got my gun in my pants it the hammer dance
Uh, bitches dancing on a nigga when they 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 don't a chance
While I got this gun in my doing my hammer dance

My real name, my rap
Fuck with Chase, but the bank is the mattress
ain't 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!
rappin' 'bout models, I get hounded by 'em
Not a at all, I'm just 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 decided by who led
Cause all of us would be angels for Pujols'
Lot of hostility, is killing me
"Over my dead 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, bottle in my hand my two step
While I got my gun in my pants call it the hammer
Uh, bitches on a nigga when they feel the gun
I tell 'em we doing the dance
Uh, two steppin' with my on me
You good? I'm just checking,
Uh, fam-a-lam, you don't stand a
While I got this gun in my doing my hammer dance