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(Slaughterhouse!) My real name, my rap
No made up nigga, I'm straight up,
Still in the where I came up, nigga
On a doing ten sets of ten, getting my weight up nigga!
I'm no shooter, but my shooters'll have brain exposed
But shoot five in a second, homie, and break your nose
Talking past, I'm dead ass, I was living life fast with my in the grass
Digging in my ass tryna finish up the last so I can sit it in a
Old E. dripping from the bag
Milk sitting on the Ave.
While I'm looking left and right for them with the badge
My mom's dishes really had on 'em
12 12's and I kept that shit packed for 'em, they 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 hand doing my two
While I got my gun in my pants call it the dance
Uh, bitches dancing on a nigga when they 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 gun in my pants doing my hammer dance

In LA times, I wake up on one
House slippers and coffee, I know the paper gon'
I drop shit that 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 Towers to Howard U
How would you become me? I don't do you cowards do
Flip a pounds of that sour diez' in a hour dude
I'm out my mind
Fuck a punchline, salute my muh'fuckin'
Ditching feds on the regular, they're to catch a predator
Not the Chris type, but the Danny Glover kind I'm a killer,
Everybody know I your audio
When a shotty blow, say goodbye to barrio, you maricon
You don't think I'm about this
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 call it the hammer dance
Uh, bitches dancing on a nigga they feel the gun
I tell 'em we doing the dance
Uh, two steppin' my weapon on me
You good? I'm 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 ain't new to me, been G-stacks
Since Smoove B took his shawty back from
Knife work me, but the chrome is extra
Case I'm in the same taxi as the collector uh!
Y'all 'bout models, I get hounded by 'em
Not a killer at all, I'm just 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 Pujols'
Lot of hostility, is killing me
Screaming "Over my dead body," it's not a possibility
On my bullshit, never mind me
But if it's ever problems, niggas know where to 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 dancing on a nigga they feel the gun
I tell 'em we the hammer dance
Uh, two with my weapon on me
You good? I'm checking, homie
Uh, fam-a-lam, you don't stand a
While I got gun in my pants doing my hammer dance