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Slaughterhouse Drama Slaughterhouse Some niggas talk that real shit Others acute it Some niggas get real brag and go just with it Others they just go where they go Where they go, it go, know what I mean? You don't even acknowledge that shit is as dead nigga I ain't got more to say about it My voice does These niggas actin' like I've reached my prime They keep yappin', lemme speak my mind When y'all keep talkin' I try to stay calm Thinkin' how could you let a few negative communists make you perspire by your armpits When you got your idle right by your arm shit And you're only surrounded by monsters Getting harnet just for sellin' Benny what I've accomplished And your chick's still got my dick in the back of her mind right around by the time she's with you For those who try to run greatness, today is your bedtime Before I spuke whack cooks and dead lines I would do fair time And give me time to rap over your deadline If it doesn't happen, it doesn't happen Letras de cancionesFuck it, I've been bubblin' from thuggin' and rappin' Capturin', publishin', travellin' through the underground quietly Under their noses like Tublin and Chaplin You new school shooters, you're nothing I'm from the old school like mullin' and packs And you're bugged out till you bug an assassin I'm dead accurate, run into me, I'm a led accident Pardon my birddog threads if I don't appear passionate They hear that last shit and think that I'm here for fashion Till I take off my glasses and hat and that shirt When they fuck the whole goddamn earth I'm bare back in it I rev and listen to the sound Spittin' 13 shells till they hear clowns talkin', first week's sale They don't know what they're talkin' 'bout The writers inside the Slaughterhouse The liars decided to walk it out Long as we real we know that the fake won't employ us We believe in fate though the fate won't destroy us In muddy waters as long as satan tongue is avoided We don't give a fuck if pitchfork don't support us They say that problem marshal probably restored order Why they rolling over a dollar looking for change? Now I'm here and I'm providing them full of quarters Courtesy of my boy Porter As I'm submerged in this coy sporter Probly ridin' around with a bird in boy shorts Swervin' in a Panamera 4 door Porsche Pressin' the pedal to the medal to let it breathe I fuck her and tell her we can never be and she should let it be Drop her off wherever and drive home to the nag and his bitch ever tell 'er she the queen? And I would never leave and that's my life Hated and loved I'm like when reality and lightning strikes at the same damn time Cause I came from above it Me and this gun keep discussin' New rules have changed but fuck it with discussion Just hang in the budget Me and insane completely the same My brains just retains genius things Even though my memory suck all I remember to do is get fuck this up You just bang my enemies up Something like that, I can't remember, dang I came from pennies to up, form denies to dealin' with puff Like fuck denies I'm famous I'm payin' my dues by payin' for shoes And crucks for my cause, that's what I do Huh I've got to count cash to do math All I need to know it's if you're losin' you winnin' negative and winning's a plus I'm the general of the tic tic team Which means your 15 minutes is up I'm sprinting and yea that does You're chasing us minds and you in it and I ain't got it Say who win it The only time I slowed down is when it where I turned around and said eat it my dust after I finish my cup You rap new jacks, who rap? You can do like pookie from new Jackie Go to the other side after you finished my dust You burnt up by the other side like pookie You'll end up another actor that died because he lied Now it resides inside of an urn for tryna earn trust I earned it because I don't trust nothing but my gun and my gut This is how I'm cut Rich enough to cut one of you little bittie bitin' ass niggas in You'll be rich from just getting the little bittie bit of my cut My bitch fly bruh I'm hovin' over while I'm fuckin' over you I'm holdin' her thighs up Tell your homies and friends that I'm fuckin the friendly skies up Don't thinks this kid fish drivin' while I'm nuttin' out ignite If you're lyin' ridin' round and I'm getting it Like 2 Chainz, in order for you lames to hit me You gotta find me and bomb me like I'm Saddam Hussein Never fuckin' doin' it, no We got it Niggas From Letras Mania