Onslaught 2-Slaughterhouse

Yeah, I said, "Once upon a time in a city that's mine" There was a n***a named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime He got a 52 box, original tick in the mind Listenin' to 'Pac and them drop with a prestigious design My niggaz is dimes, my B*****s is dimes I came up behind Eminem in '99 and I took the baton I been runnin' s**t ever since then, slaughtered MC's Sit and watchin' my green grow like I'm waterin' seeds The problem with me is I'm the heart of the streets Niggaz callin' for peace, they can't even call the police If I ain't better than you I'm harder to beat Probably 'cause I live by the art of for keeps I get indicted after my product's released We a different form, a different centrifugal force Every line is like grippin' on a stick shift in a Porsche My niggaz asked for direction to go on this track I said, "Fuck a direction, spaz out, get 'em up high" Crooked and for them wack songs that you made I want you to throw your pin, but hold the grenade Explode to your grave and go straight to hell When your soul is en-flamed for the road that you paved The role that played, in fuckin' up hip-hop You owe so you paid, the fo'-fo' close to your brain Closer than the close shave of a low fuckin' fade Don't f**k with me, don't f**k with J O E With Nickel we gon' make more cheese Heavy hitter, call me Joell David Ortiz I point a burner at the plaque on your teeth On some leftover shit, it's a wrap on the beef I'm one in a mil', comin' to kill It's like you wanting a pill, my gun put your back on the streets Spine on the concrete lookin' at the sun Eyelids heavy, "Why did Crooked have to come?" He was full of 'gnac and rum, like a bully actin' dumb Fully automatic umm, that's Crooked havin' fun Listen, don't make a n***a find your dame And make the dime give me brains 'til my mind is drained Listen, don't make me grab a 9 and aim And how your dime did me, do yo' mind the same But different, the West Coast king Crooked I I'm a kamikaze pilot, I stay fly 'til I die, get 'em up high Joell, here we go again, you know I'm him, Mr. Ortiz Soon as I hold a pen I co-defend the sickest MC's Pick a disease we got it, I vomit sniffle and sneeze Lyrics squeeze, listen please, Lord, help get rid of this fever I'm like 150 degrees 16's used to be sweet, now they're a bit of a tease A n***a need a infinite instrumental just to be pleased Used to dream about livin' now I'm livin' my dreams The B*****s fiend, made my dick a machine Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I am just as fuckin' big as I seem When I'm spittin' this mean, me and government intervene A couple presidents, literally live in my jeans I give 'em residence, they just let me pick anything When I'm in the mall, they show me the latest kicks on the scene And I get 'em all, I ball like the n***a I am Niggaz hate, B*****s cheer like Norm, Cliff and Diane I'm in a state, of mind that should be the fifty verse I run radio but I don't use them itty bitty words I ain't shabby with the nouns, I ain't shitty with the verb When I reach heaven I want the n***a Biggie to be like word City slicker, New York delivery when I swerve Hold that mic like the Statue of Liberty, I deserve A shot at the title, spitter of the year, every year, let's be clear Put some fingers in the air and hold 'em up high Joey, work on your half-court shot, I'm money from far Get 'em mad, see a ape on your monkey bars And that's rate, gettin' hate from the wannabe stars And that's great, mean he feel it and know he numb See that bullet comin' from around the corner Like a shot from Angelina Jolie's gun, think Joey the one I'm a fake, ain't your run of the mill? I'm from where they kill you for one of your bills For me it's fun, your man think we evenly skilled He Mel Gibson, all that s**t he believe, gon' get his son killed Play with a match, f**k what you take it as No good straight jacket, all I did break the match They say he talk tough with his fake ass Four pounds put me in another weight class Great Escape the pad Took the jumpsuit off my naked ass and ate the mask You diss me, you wanna be a great that fast? Take a fully automatic and spray at gas Me? Body a whole s**t with a verse probably atrocious In your whole camp, nobody focused They say you the Ultimate Warrior, I agree You die and come back, won't nobody know this Drive by, screamin' it's a new crew reppin' Hangin' out the window, like it's 227, get 'em up high Get 'em up high, get 'em up high Get 'em up high, get 'em up high Get 'em up high in the sky Put 'em up high, put 'em up high Put 'em up high, fingers in the sky Put 'em up, Slaughterhouse, Slaughterhouse Ohh, ohh, Fatman Scoop, Slaughterhouse Fatman Scoop, Slaughterhouse Put 'em high, woo, ohh