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(Slaughterhouse!) My name, my rap shit
No up nigga, I'm straight up, nigga
Still in the projects where I came up,
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 shoot five in a second, homie, and your nose
Talking past, I'm ass, I was living life fast with my pistol in the grass
in my ass tryna finish up the last so I can sit it in a stash
Old E. sweat from the bag
Milk crates on the Ave.
While I'm looking left and right for them niggas with the
My mom's really had crack on 'em
12 12's and I kept that packed for 'em, yeah they came back for 'em
I can paint it so vivid I really lived it
If rap fail, I bail, and show you how to get it!

I'm in the club, bottle in my hand my two step
I got my gun in my pants call it the hammer dance
Uh, bitches dancing on a nigga when feel 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 this gun in my doing my hammer dance

In these LA times, I up on one
House and coffee, I know the paper gon' come
I shit that make the gangstas go dumb
a bad bitch naked like 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 don't do you cowards do
Flip a thousand pounds of sour diez' in a hour dude
I'm out my mind
Fuck a punchline, my muh'fuckin' grind
Ditching feds on the regular, they're trying to catch a
Not the Chris Hansen type, but the Danny kind I'm a killer,
Everybody know I body your
a shotty blow, say goodbye to your barrio, you maricon
You don't think I'm about this
Ice grill, nigga, put your money your mouth is

I'm in the club, bottle in my doing 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 with my weapon on me
You I'm just checking, homie
Uh, fam-a-lam, you don't a chance
While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer

My real name, my rap
with Chase, but the real bank is the mattress
Money ain't new to me, been G-stacks
Since Smoove B took his shawty from rehab
Knife work with me, but the chrome is
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 enough cloth for all of us to be cut it
Not decided by who led
Cause all of us be angels for Pujols' bread
Lot of hostility, hollering is me
"Over my dead body," like it's not a possibility
On my bullshit, never mind me
But if it's ever problems, niggas know to find me

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