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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, getting my up nigga!
I'm no shooter, but my shooters'll have your brain
But I'll five 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 finish 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 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, in my hand doing my two step
While I got my gun in my pants call it the hammer
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 good? I'm checking, homie
Uh, fam-a-lam, you don't a chance
I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance

In these LA times, I up on one
House and coffee, I know the paper gon' come
I drop shit make the gangstas go dumb
Keep a bad naked like my waist with no gun
Uh, I'm for real, how are
Got power, from the Watts Towers to Howard 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
Fuck a punchline, salute my grind
Ditching on the regular, they're trying 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 to your barrio, you maricon
You think 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 call it the hammer dance
Uh, bitches dancing on a when they feel the gun
I tell 'em we doing the dance
Uh, two steppin' my weapon on me
You I'm just checking, homie
Uh, fam-a-lam, you don't stand a
While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer

My name, my rap shit
with Chase, but the real bank is the mattress
Money ain't new to me, getting G-stacks
Since Smoove B took his 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' 'bout models, I get by 'em
Not a at all, I'm just surrounded by 'em
Just a nigga, straight from my mother's stomach
enough cloth for all of us to be cut from it
Not decided by who led
Cause all of us would be angels for Pujols'
Lot of hostility, hollering is me
Screaming "Over my dead body," it's not a possibility
On my bullshit, never mind me
But if it's problems, niggas know where to find me

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