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(Slaughterhouse!) My name, my rap shit
No made up nigga, I'm up, nigga
Still in the projects where I came up,
On a scaffold ten sets of ten, getting my weight up nigga!
I'm no shooter, but my shooters'll have your brain
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 dripping the bag
Milk crates on the Ave.
I'm looking left and right for them niggas with the badge
My mom's dishes really had on 'em
12 12's and I kept that shit packed for 'em, yeah came back for 'em
I can it so vivid cause 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 doing my two
I got my gun in my pants call it the hammer dance
Uh, bitches dancing on a when they feel the gun
I tell 'em we doing the hammer
Uh, two with my weapon 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 hammer

In LA times, I wake up on one
House and coffee, I know the paper gon' come
I drop shit that make the go dumb
Keep a bad bitch naked like my 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 that sour diez' in a hour
I'm out my muh'fuckin'
Fuck a punchline, my muh'fuckin' grind
feds on the regular, they're trying to catch a predator
Not the Chris Hansen type, but the Danny kind I'm a killer,
Everybody know I your audio
When a shotty blow, say goodbye to your barrio, you
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 hand 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 the hammer dance
Uh, two steppin' with my on me
You good? I'm just checking,
Uh, fam-a-lam, you stand a chance
I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance

My real name, my rap
Fuck with Chase, but the bank is the mattress
Money ain't new to me, getting G-stacks
Since B took his shawty back from rehab
Knife with me, but the chrome is extra
I'm in the same taxi as the bone collector uh!
Y'all rappin' models, I get hounded by 'em
Not a killer at all, I'm just by 'em
Just a real nigga, from my mother's stomach
enough cloth for all of us to be cut from it
Not decided by who 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 bullshit, never mind me
But if ever problems, niggas know where to find me

I'm in the club, bottle in my hand my two step
While I got my gun in my pants 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 good? I'm just checking,
Uh, fam-a-lam, you don't stand a
I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance