- Slaughterhouse Offshore 歌詞
- Slaughterhouse
- They say the tongue is the perfect weapon
All I hang around nowadays is verse perfection
I knew these three *******s for years but when they each get in that booth they make a first impression
Time and time again I just want them to thyme again on some fan ************t
I used to rock boom in the hoopty on the van whip with my man Zick, rest his soul
Before I had a clue what Joe was like
I used to cop clues just to hear what Joe would write
Mowi? Used to tell me, me and Crooked sounded so alike
An 07 XXL shoot, he came over like Im Crook, Im like oh hi
Pleasure to meet you brother
Seven years later Im like wow I met my brother on the freshmen cover
We saw the world together
Back of that bus ******g girls together
Got home and broke up with our girls together
Homie this is special
Yall rescued me from special forces back home forced to wear a 38 special
Cause none of em jam ya
Summer jam was cool but we hung in Japan
I dont think yall *******s truly understand
I used to think my only way out of the hood was through the number man
Get drunk and pop ************t about running the can
Damn a whole lot to look forward to
Papi I was going through
What any other thorough ******* in my hood was going through
The G code I know its true
You throw at every one of them *******s before they throw at you
Back then I thought that made me real
Listening to myself now that ************t just gave me chills man
Cause Idve missed this bus
Imean this private jet no middle seat cause its just us ************it
All of this cause I can spit
Its crazy how this get when you can say that *** *********t
For the haters being a ************ like he aint making no cream
I just bought my lady a whip without a radio hit , ************
Id rather talk to you *******s
Cause really it could be on the way Im off in (offing) you *** ****s feel me
And lets just leave it at that
Cause if I decide to crumble paper it aint to rewrite raps
I got shooters on retainers that would bring me your medulla in containers
Please be on your cool behavior homey
And lets just leave it at that
I know I said that ************t before
But Im trying to save yall from a war
[Interlude: Crooked I]
Yeah you know how you got a Godmother
I got a God grandmother
Attie May Johnson man I just got the phone call tonight that she-
She passed away man know what Im saying
She went to the other side
Attie May I still got that brute cologne you bought for me for my birthday
I love you let me holler
[Verse 2 : Crooked I]
I was opening up a can of spam putting ketchup on fake meat
Still thankful though cause so many hungry nights I ate sleep
Talking to my cousin before I dropped him off in grape street
He said crook who we gotta kill to get you a Dre beat
Cause I dont wanna see you on this ratchet ************t these *******s is on
And how come *******s dont pick up the phone for you to get on a song
I said probably cause ima pick em apart as soon as I get in the zone
And I definitely didnt condone ************ riding so I did it alone
Industry dont want a real ** ***** to creep in ******* it ima sneak in
And ******* going back to that book store I used to sleep in
My homie let me stay on Saturday and Sunday I used to be homeless like the weekend
Same three outfits switching them ************ts till the week ends
Drowning in my sorrows drinking till Im sinking in the deep end
Made myself a promise ima be the one in the end
With these rehabilitation bars ima clean em up with the pen
Then my problems gonna be over and solved
They finally let me in the damn door now I hope it revolves
Let me out of this mother ******* too many corny ass ************ ass
Kiss ass punk ass buster ass ** ***** ass *******s
*******s playing hide the salami
This is a snake business my ******* and I aint the swami naw
This is crooked remember I rap circles around your favourite MC
While calling George Zimmerman a ************ on cable tv
In racially profile hoodie using BETs cypher just to push my agenda
Im Dominick Wickliffe, Im James son
Even though he wore a condom I busted through it I cant forget where I came from
I keep hearing that theres real *******s in the game alright name some
All I know is raps a circus
Your reaching again yall bleaching your skin yall bastards searching
For plastic surgeons to make sure that all of yourfacial features are thin
Youre turning Hip-hop to pop you maggots singing again
Just snap your finger and spin
What the ******* you rapping for
And mother *** **** a grammy just hand them ******* to Macklemore
I dont need you to tell me that Im more gifted then a Capricorn
Born before Chris**as get it yall on some nonsense
And Im the type to laugh soon as I hear about Donald Sterlings ************ choking on Magics Johnson
[Verse 3: Royce Da 59']
(Let me get em Crook)
Im cool calm collective smooth
Im from using coupons with a true mom with infectious views
Number one with you honour and respect the rules
Im five feet nine inches tall but boy when Im standing next to dudes
Its like Im standing on a stepping stool
cept when Im standing with the wrecking crew
We can turn the tables if we could just make these records move
I know I know its easier said then done but until the day that Im done and dead
Ill be remembered by more ************t being done then said
Listening to rap you gon hear lies told
But not from me and not on this this one goes out to every bloggin columnist around the globe
I want my rhyme flow solidified in time so
I gotta get on my grind bro
Im thankful for the success that I have with Em but honestly he couldve sold more records than that on his own in a blind fold
And all Im picturing is my daddy with his arms folded
And looking at me with that look like thats cool but get your own
Confidence breeds success when its spoke on
Then Patron comes into play then its postponed
For whatever reason Shady Records still believes in us
And whatever they see in us Interscope dont
Comments being made like *******s old and they pathetic
Now how many times have we proved *******s wrong
And how many *******s you think gon come out of them offices
And try to show up when we blow up some are gon even try to take the credit
While we was doing the album the Justice League manager was like
Them *******s album aint never coming out them *******s dont even like each other
Well ******* the Justice League manager
I would tell you to tell him I said it but talk behind backs is for amateurs
******* fake *******s and punks
I dont know it all I just know how to ball and go out and get eight figures in chunks
Im a ******g warrior Im a true survivor of having death at your door step, drama in your foyer
Thats probably why I looked at that bottle like thats euphoria
When you an addict nobody gotta ask if you wanna drink that habit will actually ask you for ya
And thatll destroy ya
Take it from a G they call me a soul survivor
Cause my soul done floated on to the crossroads for change more than coal for drivers
I made my oldest a promise
To keep my ******* off the net and stay devoted to his Mama
[Verse 4: Joe Budden]
(Let me get em Nickle)
Tellme what if this is big as Im supposed to be
Id hate for that to get confirmed dont take the hope from me
Cause thats a deep threat
I mean Id like to think that I aint take a peek at my peak yet I got my feet wet
In 98 they said I was close to my death bed
Vom and fluid on my cig it was a meth head
Was hard back then aint have a car back then
Still in on mase had me wi************ng I had tvs on the head rest
B.I.G.s Suicidal Thoughts was getting him through
Wouldve took my life had Idve known who I was giving in to
Mama screaming listen to rules if you gon live in this roof
In retrospect hidden jewel it helped me get in this booth
Now my notoriety trumping how incognito I try to be
Even make my ******* keep it low they on their Nayeli
I dont trust none of these hoes
Sad part is Im such a tortured soul I had that thought when I proposed
Suited up ring in my hand while in my head Im saying ******* this ************
Makes sense that she was thinking even less of me
Got ruined in my youth when the first one got the best of me
When she said shed never leave then she left ******* yall expect of me
That resen**ent only had me ***** *g different ******* different weeks
But most of them was bad that made it bitter sweet
Those are growing pains call it paying dues
She killed a ******* then birthed one all with the same move
We could hit the hookah spot and do a dinner
But thanks to my baby mother Ill bust anywhere but in her
Cause a baby for her is just a problem Ill be stuck with
Like what gives so naw I aint arrogant but my nut is
Im scarred happened years ago Im still effected
If she suck and a swallow then shell get high its pill infested
500 proof laced with addict deficiencies
But accent in my son another owed to inconsistency
Ugh looking at all my lifes typos
Just trying to remove the fat provide the lipo
Two words for my enemies die slow
Full time pyros we do this with our eyes closed
[Outro: Joe Budden]
Word up man one more time for the half wits and the simpletons
It go two words for my enemies die slow
Full time ******* it word
La slaughter, La Familia
Ya know what I mean
No matter what we ride, so lets ride
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