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[Intro]

As we proceed

to give you what you need

As we proceed

to give you what you need

Slaughterhouse up in this bitch

Get your bitch, make it quick

Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down

Bitch this ain't no club hit

This is a motherfucking stick-up

Quick, everybody down

[Royce Da 5'9"]

I'm about to rob the hardest nigga out here

Yes I'm on my joker shit

I keep a Heath Ledger for the joke of it

I don't plan ahead of them, I don't gamble

I just keep a four four clip

Full of bullets than resemble poker chips

I'm so the shit, bitches jumping at my poker stick

Slaughterhouse you know we sick, everybody down

Take your bitch, same bitch you wake up with

Make her trick till her fucking thighs hurt

Momma if your pussy wet, you shouldn't have a dry purse

Call me Ryan Rhinoplasty

I will augment your ass if you mess with God's work

When it comes to Drama, fighting second, homicides 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 a pen and pad

And don't compare the sicknesses

Where the fuck the ruler at, so we can measure sentences

I am better than I've ever been, never been better

I don't follow trends, I set trends for the trendsetters, nigguh

[Chorus]

Slaughterhouse up in this bitch

Get your bitch, make it quick

Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down

Bitch this ain't no club hit

This is a motherfucking stick-up

Quick, everybody down

As we proceed

to give you what you need

As we proceed

And now the drive by

[Crooked I]

First I pull up on your block, let my entire torch

Spit fire, burn down your empire's boardwalk

Bitch I am melting my rims, tires, draw off

Porsche hit the wall, then my pills high as war-off

Crawled out, grabbed the new banana clip

Lascerations on my face

Travel agents shit I still plan trip

Ran up on the first nigga who had a whip

Eat to die a hero, or abandon ship

(Get out your car nigga!)

I could kill you now fuck a witness

I'm all about my business, you all about your bitchness

And I ain't bout to slow down

You oughta ask you daughter

about fucking around with Slaughter, You bound to go down

Ima disappear when you meet the Lord,

Ima be a border G for the single pro in me and more

Or bring a hoard or be a slur

Either or we ignore casualties of war you can meet the floor now

[Chorus]

Slaughterhouse up in this bitch

Get your bitch, make it quick

Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down

Bitch this ain't no club hit

This is a motherfucking stick-up

Quick, everybody down

As we proceed

To give you what you need

As we proceed

To give you what you need

[Joe Budden]

I get on my 'I don't give a fuck' kit

Fuck the money, fuck the wealth,

Fuck your label, fuck your lyrics,

You sit on a fucking shelve,

Lava so if ain't in the topic of the constant, the discussion fell

Tell the bitch that this dick game ain't no suck-itself

Nigga, I ain't no rapper I'm a mercenary

Every verse I bury, some will 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 is if they best

Magnum to their chest, they could piss me

It won't matter what they said

They just rhyme, I just climb on the ladder to success

And maybe bring me some niggas that would rather me with less

My advice for the fuck boys: make some hard improvements

Career at a standstill how you gonna start a movement

Slaughterhouse the gang take part in what we doing

Or get steamed rolled over nigga pardon the intrusion

[Chorus]

Slaughterhouse up in this bitch

Get your bitch, make it quick

Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down

Bitch this ain't no club hit

This is a motherfucking stick-up

Quick, everybody down

As we proceed

To give you what you need

As we proceed

To give you what you need

[Joell Ortiz]

Yall just heard my man snap, this is rubber band rap

Twisted ?, Pop a xantax tell Everybody Down

Paid for life, fucking around

Uppercut a clown, fuck being playful pay homie with a frown

I don't think yall understand the magnitude

Mathematical, radical equations are easy to solve for power, 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 a fool, I devour

You think you Hot dog, I'm walking around with a sour

Crown and onions, buns and ketchup mustard, relish

Wow I think Ima fart, Everybody Down!

I don't want the crown, I rock a fitted navy brown

Well its blue but yall been colorblind since I'd came around

Nobody can see me, I'm pissed off like my pipi

Then bought it in ?, be easy, Slaughterhouse this is it

[Chorus]

Slaughterhouse up in this bitch

Get your bitch, make it quick

Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down

Bitch this ain't no club hit

This is a motherfucking stick-up

Quick, everybody down

As we proceed

To give you what you need

As we proceed

To give you what you need

Slaughterhouse - Everybody Down – текст


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