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(Slaughterhouse!) My real name, my rap
No made up nigga, I'm up, nigga
Still in the projects where I up, nigga
On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten, my weight up nigga!
I'm no shooter, but my shooters'll have your exposed
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 tryna finish up the last so I can sit it in a
Old E. sweat from the bag
Milk sitting on the Ave.
While I'm looking left and for them niggas with the badge
My mom's dishes had crack on 'em
12 12's and I kept that shit 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, in my hand doing 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 the hammer dance
Uh, two steppin' with my on me
You good? I'm checking, homie
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 the paper gon' come
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, from the Towers to Howard U
How would you become me? I don't do you cowards do
a thousand pounds of that sour diez' in a hour dude
I'm out my muh'fuckin'
Fuck a punchline, my muh'fuckin' grind
Ditching on the regular, they're trying to catch a predator
Not the Hansen type, but the Danny Glover kind I'm a killer,
Everybody know I body your
When a shotty blow, say goodbye to your barrio, you
You don't think that I'm this
Ice grill, nigga, put your money where your is

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 dancing on a nigga when 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 this gun in my doing my hammer dance

My name, my rap shit
with Chase, but the real bank is the mattress
Money new to me, been getting G-stacks
Since Smoove B took his back from rehab
Knife work 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 just 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 body," like it's not a possibility
On my Jers' bullshit, mind me
But if it's ever problems, niggas know where to me

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, dancing on a nigga when 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 gun in my pants doing my hammer dance