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(Slaughterhouse!) My real name, my rap
No made up nigga, I'm straight up,
in the projects where 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 brain exposed
But I'll shoot five in a second, homie, and break your
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
crates sitting on the Ave.
While I'm looking left and right for them with the badge
My mom's really had crack on 'em
12 12's and I kept that shit packed for 'em, yeah they back for 'em
I can it so vivid cause I really lived 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 pants call it the hammer
Uh, bitches on a nigga when they 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 pants doing my dance

In these LA times, I up on one
House slippers and coffee, I know the paper gon'
I drop shit that make the 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 you become me? I don't do what you cowards do
Flip a thousand pounds of that diez' in a hour dude
I'm out my mind
a punchline, salute my muh'fuckin' grind
Ditching feds on the regular, they're to catch a predator
Not the Hansen type, but the Danny Glover 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 call it the dance
Uh, bitches dancing on a when they feel the gun
I 'em we doing the hammer dance
Uh, two steppin' my weapon on me
You good? I'm just checking,
Uh, fam-a-lam, you don't stand a
While I got gun in my pants doing my hammer dance

My real name, my rap
Fuck with Chase, but the real is the mattress
Money ain't new to me, been getting
Since Smoove B took his back from rehab
work with me, but the chrome is extra
Case I'm in the same as the bone collector uh!
Y'all 'bout models, I get hounded by 'em
Not a killer at all, I'm surrounded by 'em
a real nigga, straight from 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 Pujols'
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 doing my two step
While I got my gun in my call it the hammer dance
Uh, bitches on a nigga 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 hammer