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(Slaughterhouse!) My real name, my rap
No made up nigga, I'm up, nigga
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 have your exposed
But I'll shoot five in a second, homie, and break nose
past, I'm dead ass, I was living life fast with 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
Milk crates on the Ave.
While I'm looking left and right for niggas with the badge
My dishes really had crack on 'em
12 12's and I that shit packed for 'em, yeah they came back for 'em
I can paint it so vivid I really 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 call it the hammer dance
Uh, bitches dancing on a nigga when they the gun
I 'em we doing 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

In these LA times, I up on one
House slippers and coffee, I the paper gon' come
I drop that 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 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 type, but the Danny Glover kind I'm a killer,
know I body your audio
When a shotty blow, say goodbye to your barrio, you
You don't think that I'm about
Ice grill, nigga, put your money where mouth is

I'm in the club, in my hand doing my two step
While I got my gun in my pants call it the dance
Uh, bitches 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 just checking,
Uh, fam-a-lam, you stand a chance
While I got this gun in my doing my hammer dance

My name, my rap shit
Fuck with Chase, but the real bank is the
Money ain't new to me, getting G-stacks
Since Smoove B took his shawty back 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 just by 'em
Just a real nigga, straight from my stomach
enough cloth for all of us to be cut from 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 not a possibility
On my Jers' bullshit, never me
But if it's ever problems, know where to find me

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