Альбом Slaughterhouse

[Intro: Crooked I]
Here we go yo, here we go [x2]
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up!

[Dres]
Back on the scene! Crispy and clean!
Back on the scene! Crispy and (SLAUGHTERHOUSE!)

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Slaughterhouse family, ridin' like a taxi
And yeah, I'm like Dres, I am like the Black Sheep
I just want a, GANGSTA b*tch, or I be a bad G
You sound dry, your legs look a lil' ashy
You thought what you said was Classy
But Slaughterhouse been about bread since Freddie Blassie
Freddy'll say nasty, I'm a rap assassin that's sittin' in the Aston
That's cleaner than the demeanor of Eddie Haskell
Call me a defensive back on the track spit
And that Slaughterhouse pigskin you couldn't put it past me
We done, been through a whole lot in the past
Cause n*ggaz bash us for bein' spazzes
Let it be known we never known for bein average
We prime like the Corleone re-enactment
When it comes to talent, we the Jacksons
Eat a track, we assassins
We, mean, we back on the scene

[Chorus: Dres]
Back on the scene! Crispy and clean!
Back-back on the scene! Crispy and clean!
Back on the scene! Crispy and clean-clean!
Back on the scene! Crispy and (SLAUGHTERHOUSE!)

[Crooked I]
You spend twenties on flowers, me I put doves on the rose
That's why I'm in the club with your hoes
What you lookin' hard for? Don't spill escargot
On yourself, and get slugs in your clothes
We the ones with the flows
Who hit 'em with the dope lines? The answer's right under your nose
Whenever hip-hop's fallin' off the track
We pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, 'til we back
On the scene, crispy and clean
Fix me some whiskey and lean, b*tch we the kings
Only time your music is fly is when I
Use your compact disc as a frisbee to fling
Pyoon! I'm a cold young - n*gga
This your hoe come - get her, cause I'm so done - wit her
Made her whole tongue - glitter, with the old cum - spitter
Hit her then slide home, home-run hitter

[Chorus: Dres]
Back on the scene! Crispy and clean!
Back-back on the scene! Crispy and clean!
Back on the scene! Crispy and clean-clean!
Back on the scene! Crispy and (SLAUGHTERHOUSE!)

[Joell Ortiz]
Yaowa! It's a wrap for your team
When I get in that ring I put rap in a fiend
I don't know what's happenin-ing
Either I'm gettin' better or y'all fallin' off like the sag in my jeans
Relax and I'm clean, immaculate lean
And go in my two-step, somethin' fat in between
Haters, don't get mad at my dream
Opposite's attract, I'm nice and the track is just mean
So I'ma f*ck it up, flow Avril Lavigne.
Olive button up, Bo Jackson's and green
Fresh fitted cap on the bean
Sorta like a spine on a movie screen, back on the scene
Back under that light's like a gat with the beam
Back at the register with the plastic machine
Back wearin my gold like Magic, Kareem
Back in them rap magazines - click!

[Chorus: Dres]
Back on the scene! Crispy and clean!
Back-back on the scene! Crispy and clean!
Back on the scene! Crispy and clean-clean!
Back on the scene! Crispy and clean!
Back-back on the scene! Crispy and clean!
Back-back on the scene! Crispy and clean!
Back on the scene! Crispy and clean-clean!
Back on the scene! Crispy and (SLAUGHTERHOUSE!)

[Joe Budden]
Check it, them rumors you heard about me I refute those
The attributes of hoes, don't affect my attitude at all
Die from what you told, blood on your new clothes
Cause even the biggest form of Nuvo
What they want so Glock's with 'em, be in a box with 'em
Try and box with 'em while he got the ox with him
Dot the I's/eyes with 'em, whole life's a rehearsal
Cars got the horsepower of that Old Spice commercial
Silence when a vet's speakin', I'm jet skiing with lesbians
You just seein' wantin' to just be him
In the casino (no) spendin' petty cash (cash)
No worries, I'm the same as what you met me as
B*tches sayin', "Go ahead with your sexy ass"
Y'all can have my heart, you can get it out this Plexiglas
Here's a message to the haters"
"I'll take money, power and fear, the respect'll come later"

[Chorus: Dres]
Back on the scene! Crispy and clean!
Back-back on the scene! Crispy and clean!
Back on the scene! Crispy and clean-clean!
Back on the scene! Crispy and clean!
Back-back on the scene! Crispy and clean!
Back-back on the scene! Crispy and clean!
Back on the scene! Crispy and clean-clean!
Back on the scene! Crispy and (SLAUGHTERHOUSE!)

"Get more for your money, when you f*ck with Mr. Porter-r-r-r-r..."

[Joell Ortiz]
As long as I got my pen I don't need a friend
We got ears that we each'll lend each other, my brother just hollered at me again
He said he tired of all the lyin', deceivin' and
Dick-ridin' the people providin' on every beat but when
I do it it's stupid, I bruise it like a bad b*tch
I lose it, my music's a movement and they just mad stiff
I told 'em it's mathematical in this pad lift
Point 'em out and I will subtract him, with an ad lib
See the fact is (what) I'm a bastard
How can I not be Macho, Man I'm a Savage
In the past I was passive, now I'm mad b*tch
I'm spazzin, you get an Adidas classic where yo' ass is

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Eh-eh, eh-eh, Nickel ain't the one at all
Snatch your vocal chords out then plug 'em in my wall
You a knife at a gun fight, our shit is raw
You a square, you're silverware in a civil war
The Slaughterhouse wolf pack, riders under the moon
The reason you itchin wit'cha lighter under your spoon
I'm a lover, the lead bustin' is old to me
You put your head in her butt, I headbutt the ovaries
God dipped me in war paint for all weathers
I'm Mr. spill the liquor on my alcohol tether
No need to ride with nobody, I feel the heat can help me
Your jean's skinnier than Em is when he eatin' healthy, hahaha

[Chorus]
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, Shaaady!
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA
{"Mr. Porter-r-r-r-r..."}

[Joe Budden]
Outnumbered, outspoken, outcasted
Outweighed outrageous odds and outlasted
Outlandish, so I learned to outwit 'em
I outsmart 'em, outgrew 'em, I outdid 'em
Cream, out-bid 'em, team can't out-spit him
(You could) Keep sleepin', your wet dream is out with him
(See) Do a lil' yoga, a lil' kama sutra
Steakhouse n*gga, used to be a Ramen Noodler
Heavy on B and E's, was a calm intruder
Pumped a Ruger, moms called me con and loser
I suggest you and your mans'll regroup (why?)
Bet against it, and probably can't recoup - out!

[Crooked I]
I point a pistol at your mamma mia
I'm sick as Tyson in the ring at the Colosseum with gonorrhea
F*ck a rapper, my clapper black as Muhammadiya
F*ck you R&B b*tches, shut up! You not Aaliyah
(Ha ha!) When Mr. Porter record a piano
Producers may wanna order some ammo
I'm a California corner reporter
Your boy wasn't born with a quarter bein poor as a whore and I'm an aura
It's sorta Soprano; look here
We reinvent the wheel to have a Good Year - and y'all tired
We like Tyler Perry mixed with Everlast
The House of Payne/Pain, Slaughterhouse gang n*gga!

[Chorus]
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, Shaaady!
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA
{"Mr. Porter-r-r-r-r..."}

[Joe Budden]
As, we, pro-ceed, to give you what you need [x2]

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
Slaughterhouse up in this b*tch, get your b*tch, Nickel quick
Joey, Crook you know we shut, everybody down!
B*tch this ain't no club hit, this ain't for no b*tches
This a motherf*ckin stick-up, quick, everybody down!

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm about to rob the hardest n*gga out here, yes I'm on my Joker shit
I keep a Heath, Ledger for the joke of it
I don't plan ahead I'm done, I don't gamble I just keep a fo'-fo' clip
Full of bullets that resemble poker chips
I'm so the shit, b*tches jumpin on my pogo stick
Slaughterhouse you know we sick; everybody down!
Take your b*tch, same b*tch you wake up with
Make her trick, 'til her f*ckin thighs hurt
Mama if your pussy wet, shouldn't have a dry purse
Call me Ryan Rhinoplasty, I will augment yo' ass if you mess with God's work
When it come to drama fightin's second, homicide's first
I don't look for drama, drama follows me so why search?
Everybody everybody, we gon' need you quiet (shhh)
Slaughter got a message, everybody - down!
I'm a cheddar getter, you a teller, I don't care whatever
I'll just scare the witnesses - I'm the illest in here
Bring your pen and pad and we'll compare the sicknesses
Where the f*ck the ruler at so we can measure sentences?
I am better than I ever been, never been better
I don't follow trends, I set trends for the trendsetters
Nickel

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
Slaughterhouse up in this b*tch, get your b*tch, Nickel quick
Joey, Crook you know we shut, everybody down!
B*tch this ain't no club hit, this ain't for no b*tches
This a motherf*ckin stick-up, quick, everybody down!

[Joe Budden]
As, we, pro-ceed, to give you what you need
As, we, pro-ceed

[Crooked I]
And now, the drive-by.. first I pull up on your block
Let my entire torch all spit fire, burn down your empire's boardwalk
B*tch I am meltin' my rim tire, draw off
Porsche hit the wall then my pill high has worn off
Crawled out, grabbed the new banana clip
Lacerations on my face, travel agent shit I still plan a trip
Ran up on the first n*gga who had a whip
Eat to die a hero or abandon ship (get out yo' car n*gga!)
I could kill you now, f*ck a witness
I'm all about my business, you all about your b*tchness
And I ain't 'bout to slow down
You oughta ask yo' daughter about f*ckin around with Slaughter, you bound to go - down
I'ma disappear when you meet the Lord
I'ma be at border G for the Singapore with mi amor
Or, bring a whore to be a slut, either or
We ignore casualties of war, you can meet the floor now

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
Slaughterhouse up in this b*tch, get your b*tch, Nickel quick
Joey, Crook you know we shut, everybody down!
B*tch this ain't no club hit, this ain't for no b*tches
This a motherf*ckin stick-up, quick, everybody down!

[Joe Budden]
As, we, pro-ceed, to give you what you need [x2]

Look here, yo
I get on my I-don't-give-a-f*ck tip, f*ck the money, f*ck the wealth
F*ck your label, f*ck your lyrics, you sit on the f*ckin' shelf
Lava so if I ain't in the topic of the constant the discussion fell
Tell the b*tch that this d*ck ain't gon' suck itself
N*gga! I ain't a rapper, I'm a mercenary
Every verse I bury some'll blame it on the perks I carry
Been in disguise when I failed or I lost
But they won't know I'm a god until I'm nailed on the cross
And these rappers is a mess, sad if this they best
Magnum to they chest, they can piss me it won't matter what they said
They just rhyme, I just climb on the ladder to success
And may even bring in some n*ggaz that would rather me with less
My advice for the f*ck boys, make some hard improvements
Career at a standstill, how you gon' start a movement?
Slaughterhouse the gang, take part in what we doin
Or get steam-rolled over n*gga, pardon the intrusion

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
Slaughterhouse up in this b*tch, get your b*tch, Nickel quick
Joey, Crook you know we shut, everybody down!
B*tch this ain't no club hit, this ain't for no b*tches
This a motherf*ckin stick-up, quick, everybody down!

[Joe Budden]
As, we, pro-ceed, to give you what you need [x2]

[Joell Ortiz]
Uhh, y'all just heard my man snap, this is rubberband rap
Twist a Tropican' cap, pop a Zantac; everybody - down!
Faithful, I ain't f*ckin' around
Uppercut a clown for bein' playful, pay homie with a frown
I don't think y'all understand the magnitude
Mathematical radical equations are easy to solve for YAOWA
I'm the square root of a truth table
In the booth able to raise the bar for some part of the 9th power
I don't pick at food, I devour
You think you hot dog? I'm walkin' round with the sauer-
-kraut and onions, buns and ketchup, mustard, relish
Wow I think I'ma fart, everybody DOWN!
I don't want the crown, I rock a fitted navy brown
Well it's blue but y'all been colorblind since I done came around
Nobody can see me, I'm pissed off like my pee-pee
Then bought it in Ouija, be easy - Slaughterhouse this is it!

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
Slaughterhouse up in this b*tch, get your b*tch, Nickel quick
Joey, Crook you know we shut, everybody down!
B*tch this ain't no club hit, this ain't for no b*tches
This a motherf*ckin stick-up, quick, everybody down!

[Outro: Joe Budden]
As, we, pro-ceed, to give you what you need [x2]
Ha ha! House Gang, Joey!
As, we, pro-ceed, give you what you need
Nickel!

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[Intro: Joe Budden]
Ladies and gentlemen!
Frequency, I present
The new fight club up in this bitch (Slaughterhouse)
We go by the name of Slaughterhouse
And we outta here, only one rule
No rule, no rule

[Crooked I:]
Joey, no rules, gunshots, no prob
No jewels, niggaz say I got robbed
I'm still wearin my bling
And fuck first class, I fly standin on Virgin America's wing
Nuts hang, knockin down skyscrapers
Take a piss, make it rain, I'm the American dream (uhh)
Make it rain, I ain't Pacman Jones
Nigga, balls and my word all a black man owns

[Joe Budden:]
If you in that man's zone, how you figure to gain?
Can't bowl a 300 in another nigga lane
Better aim, you dealin with a 7-10 split

[Crooked I:] That's Long Beach cause we on some 7-10 shit

[Joell Ortiz:]
I've been nice since "227" man, shit
I am sick and I'm never gettin better, that's it
(Slaughterhouse) Give me somethin sharp to sever that prick
Like a group broke up I will dismember that clique

[Royce Da 5'9":]
I'm a veteran, remember that shit
We some internet rappers, then why you on our internet dicks?
We'll be there when it's war callin
Either we high or we fly or the floor fallin
I'm a Tommy gun – it ain't no best
The rap game like a St. Louis verses New York battle, nobody won
A bunch of fuckin 2's and 3's like zone defense

[Joe Budden:]
[sighs] Please get at dudes Ortiz (nah, you beast 'em)
Hold up won't stop, cain't stop, thank pops
Hard-headed, gotta hit a wall first like a bank shot
Get it clear – a cokehead's a thin line
Between friend or foe, won't let this shit disappear
This fiscal year I'm a stay hot buzzin
With dudes that help me shoot like A-Rod cousin
Walk in my shoes and your feet get callous
From Jersey City to Caeser's palace
I speak with malice just to make sure the streets get salvaged
Real talk, where would all us be without us?
Slaughterhouse no fear - too many dudes
Tyson Chandler tried to leave they team and went nowhere

[Crooked I:]
Like Tyson Chandler in the past niggaz on some bullshit
Royce, tell Preme I got a full clip (whoa!)
Niggaz used to run when they saw Suge's face
Faster than Joey and Joell in a foot race
Now you ask me where the incident took place
Don't check the internet, check hood space
You dealin with some intelligent creatures
I don't touch guns, I draw with telekinesis
No fingerprints on Crooked's mag
I'm mixed with good and bad like the Goodfellas and Jesus
First Biggie and Jay made it
I'll leave a bandana at your murder and make it gang related
The bitch at the Shonie's told me homie

[Joell Ortiz:]
Ortiz, I'm the one and only
Pick a spot, I pick apart you dudes who pick a part
This ain't a movie, I feel bad like lookin at a pic of 'Pac
Niggaz hearts gettin sparked every time I give a arc
To my wrist and it twists like a spliff when I'm sittin in the park
Tall corny niggaz ain't makin a bigger mark
I'll boost drugs, what I does got 'em runnin to get a NARC
You guppies unlucky, you in a tank with a shark
Teeth crooked like my dog who just finished a vicious bark

[Royce Da 5'9":]
Flick a dart through your top hat
Weak MC's you cannot rap; Freq', where the drop at?
Now you mad at Tahiry cause your ass ain't famous
Get it nigga? Your "ass" ain't famous
Quit talkin 'bout me cause ya ass ain't dangerous
They call me Hustler because my mag game heinous
Show up to Detroit thinkin +Everybody Love+ you
And I'm a come and show you that ya ass ain't +Raymond+
Dumbin every line – me fuckin bitches
Like the cops after a murder, they cummin/comin every time
Shell-toes and Wissam jacket, the contractor
Still pushin elbows like a linebacker
And y'all playin - my worldwide bitches
On my worldwide watch, I call it the broadband

[Outro: Crooked I]
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
Y'all know what it is man
I know you got that "Padded Room", ow!
That motherfuckin "Free Agent" comin soon
"Street Hop"! Yeah, hahaha
You mighta heard the rumors
They thought it was, three quarters of the slaughter length
Hahahaha, I'm STILL HERE YOU MOTHERFUCKIN HATERS!
Yeah [laughs]
Ay, with friends like mine you don't need enemies
BLAOW! You do the math
Let me drink this motherfuckin vodka and tell you one thing
We outta here, OWWWWW! [laughs]
Ohhhhhhhhh, shiiiiiiiii-IT!

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
No I Don't Respond With Answers That Fit A Script
So The Repitition Will Make A Nigga Flip
We In The Game Of Smokin Mirrors
Those Engineering A Bigger Spliff
Blowin Circles Out They Mouth Gettin Praise But The Shit Is Shift
I Never Lived A Myth If I Said It I Did It
Never Alleged Word To Dead I Gripped Da Fif
I Made My Housing Tenament A Strip
Movin' Medicine In Nicks
When I Seen 'Em Comin' I Jetted from Them Pricks
And Still To This Day Though She Clean I Wish My Mommy Never Sniffed
But The Hurt Is Makin' Me Betta With This Gift
I'm Live With This Ink
U Could Die In A Blink An
Ya'll Got The Nerve To Ask Me Why Do I Drink An
Motherfuckers Sometimes I Cry When I'm Think'n
Ya'll Ain't There When Them Tears Bein' Dried By The Sink
It Was Cold In The Winter
My Community Centers Who Gave Me Dinner
I Aind Mind My Table Chairs Gave Me Splinters
Set Up To Be A Loser But Was Made To Be A Winner
If They Paint Hip Hop I Bet My Face Be In The Picture
If They Wrote A Rap Bible Bet My Name Be In The Scriptures
If Shorty Say I'm Her Idol Bet Her Face Be In My Zipper
I Came A Long Way From The Staples In My Skrilla
Stains On My Pants Hardly Had A Cut
The Ladies Ain't Wanna Dance So House Parties Would Suck
All My Friends On The Wall I'm In The Hall With A Cup
Nah I Ain't Complain'n Just Tellin' Ya'll What It Is
So If Ya'll Goin Thru It Now Just Know That Anotha Kid
Made Somethin' Outta Nothin' Well I'm Frontin' I Was Never Nothin'
Older Ladies Used To Tell My Mother Ain't He Somethin'
I Look At A Lot Of U Cats An Laugh
Cause I'm The Shit Man An Ya'll Ain't Even Passin' Gas
When I Spit I'm The Definition Of Mastered Craft
An All Ya'll Ask About Is Aftermath
Motherfucker MOVE ON...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
I Gotta Give My Own Interview
Since Niggas That Do My Interviews
Focus On Wutevas Miniscule
An Paint Me As A Cynical
But The Canvas Will Limit You
You Can't Go Beyond What There's No Limit To
If I Think Hip Hop Is Dead I Think It's Bein' Revived
An That Comes From Me Bein' Inside
Where The Demons Get By See 'Em Goodbye
If I'm Vehement Heres Why
Come From Hearin' It Seein' Ve-Nom-Ous Lies
So The Beast In Me Cries Cause When It's All U Hear
Shit Can Over-Bear Just When The Over In Air
So I Try To Think Straight Cause When U Stare In The Rear
Rest In Peace Stewart Shakir Nigga Yea
I'm On Anotha Label Not That Other Label
That Mean It's No Longer My Problem It's Theirs
Some Say It's A Conspirc'
I Say If Erybodys On The Thrown That's Just More Motive To Kill The Heir
Ask Me Bout Pump It Up An I'm a Think U Sheep
Oh U Must Not Know I'm Deep
I'm So Off Of Music So Ya'll Can Soundscan Every Week
Me I Just Got My Lil Man Every Week
Jersey City Loves Me Despite Ya'll Beliefs
Cause They Was Baby Steppin' I Showed 'Em How 2 Leep
Ask Me About Swagg I'm a Change Tha Topic
To An Than Brag
Plus Look At U Like A Fag
I Luv Erybody Don't Ask Bout Who I Beef With
They Burnt Tha Bridge But They Was Standin' Underneath It
I'm On My Grind Benjamin Huntin'
Was Old Since I Was Young Call Me Benjamin Button
Stop Using Slang Just 4 U 2 Be Cool
Cause I Go Back 2 When It Was Cool 2 Be U
I'm a Hero No I Mean I'm Hiro From Heroes
Ya'll Chase Zeros
Mahfukka I Just Got Finished Hatin' Me Feelin' Like A Zero
They Played De Niro Never Been There Though
So Before Your Next Thought Understand
Know it's Much More 2 Me Than A Man
Either That Or Move On...

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"]
My Rhymes Reflection Is Scarface An Prem's Soul
Before Jordan Was Wearin' Four Five
I Just Look Like This I Just Seemed Old
But I Had To Bleed The Blood of A Dirty Motherfucker
To Suffer Clean Clothes An Touch What A King Holds
The Real Estate Market Is Harsh Everything Goes
From Folds To Who U Was Doin' Everything For
But I Cut 'Em Off An Move On To The New Checks
New Friends Chasin' My New Endz With New Threats
Watchin' My Dreams Fold Like A Stack Of Bills
In The Pocket Of Who Ain't Tryin' To Push Up Daffodils
But We The Super Group U Could'ntHandle This Shit
If U Were Standin' Before Us Carryin' The Pooper Scoop
U Dealt With Shady Shit? I Dealt With Shady's Shit
But I'm The Only One Can Trully Say I Dealt With Shady's Shit
I Mean That With All Respect To Paul An Sheck
But Ryan An Marshall Is All U Get
My Flows Superb I Luv Pauly Rosenberg
What I Say In A Track Those Just Words
Baby Boy Forgive Me I'm Just Street
Cause I Can Change Into Anything Niggas Want Me To Be
Like Mystique I Don't Gotta Dig Deep
To Realize Slim Baught Big Proof A Big Jeep
Because He Deserved It
How Can I Mourn The Same Way Shady Did
Over Him When He Knew Him When He Attended Osbourne
Marshall I'm Sorry I Knew It Went Left
I Ain't Into Fuckin' My Family Like Incest
If U Remember Ice Used To Be My Lifes Interest
Tell Hailie My Wife Just Had A Princess
Since I Made Up With EM There's Nothin' Else
That I Can Move On From So Who Wants Some
Like A Jar Of Grey Poupon
U Have To Ask Anybody In Any Car
Want It Or Move On...

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Crooked I]
When Fans Picture My Interviews
They Think I'm In A Swimmin' Pool
With Women Who've Been Abused
So They Turn Into Strippers
Makin They Livin' In The Nude
One In The Middle Blowin' My Inner Tube
While The Interviewers Gettin Ridiculed
Is This Your Vision Cool
Let Me Give U A Little Jewel
Any Dude Who Wanna Sit N My Tennis Shoes Is Missin Screwz
Don't Get It Misconstrued
Don't Get Tha Shit Confused
I'm 2 Seconds From Prison Food I'm a Different Dude
Pistol In My Reach Man
Still In Long Beach Man
Hoping If My Grind Don't Help Me Get Out My Speech Can
I Been In The Streets Longer Than Yao Mings Wingspan
U Can Be MTV I'll Be CSpan
I Deal With Politics Bandanas And Hollow Tips
Half U Rappers Follow This
Role Models Can Swallow Dick
Was Stressed Out Over Cashflow
HipHop Used 2 Console My Soul
Now It's A Bunch Of Assholes
Rap About And Dance While I'm Targeting Cops
Spit Sum Shit 4 Oscar Grant Hit Tha Seargent With Shots
Make Him A Ghost Like He Part Of Tha LOX
I Won't Stop Recordin' Till I'm Makin Songs Harder Than Pac's
If It Don't Happen At Least A Nyggah Know He Right There
Every Memory Under My Dodger Hats A Nightmare
As A Kid I Had 2 Steal Breakfast
An Now Tha Best Question U Have 2 Ask Me
Is This A Real Necklace
Wheres Ya Beat From Dre Ya Feature From Cube
These Things Leave People Confused
Cause They Know I Leave Speakers Abused I Eat Tha EQ's
I Eat Thru Tha Beat What's Tha Secret I Think It's Tha Shoes
Out In Cali Nyggahs Blaze An Stress
Waitin' On DeTox 2 Save Tha West
Even If Tha Shit Is Dope
It Ain't Givin U Nyggahs Hope
Unless Your Signatures Wrote On Tha Check From Interscope... NOPE