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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 doing ten sets of ten, getting my weight up nigga!
I'm no shooter, but my shooters'll your brain exposed
But shoot five in a second, homie, and break your nose
past, I'm dead ass, I was living life fast with my pistol in the grass
Digging in my ass tryna 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 with the
My dishes really had crack on 'em
12 12's and I kept that shit packed for 'em, yeah they 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 when feel the gun
I tell 'em we doing the hammer
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 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 that the gangstas go dumb
Keep a bad bitch naked my waist with no gun
Uh, I'm for real, how are
Got street power, from the Watts to Howard U
How would you me? I don't do what you cowards do
Flip a pounds of that sour diez' in a hour dude
I'm out my muh'fuckin'
Fuck a punchline, salute my muh'fuckin'
Ditching feds on the regular, they're trying to a predator
Not the Chris Hansen type, but the Danny kind I'm a killer,
Everybody know I body audio
When a shotty blow, say goodbye to barrio, you maricon
You don't that I'm about this
Ice grill, nigga, put your where your mouth 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 when feel the gun
I tell 'em we doing the hammer
Uh, two steppin' 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 dance

My name, my rap shit
Fuck with Chase, but the real is the mattress
ain't new to me, been getting G-stacks
Since Smoove B took his shawty back rehab
Knife work with me, but the is extra
Case I'm in the same as the bone collector uh!
rappin' 'bout models, I get hounded by 'em
Not a killer at all, I'm surrounded by 'em
Just a real nigga, straight from my stomach
Ain't enough for all of us to be cut from it
Not by who toast led
all of us would be angels for Pujols' bread
Lot of hostility, is killing me
Screaming "Over my dead body," it's not a possibility
On my Jers' bullshit, mind me
But if it's ever problems, know where to find me

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