Joell Ortiz - Control (Remix) Lyrics

Joell Ortiz - Control Remix (Kendrick Lamar Diss) Lyrics

Joell Ortiz - Outta Control (Kendrick Lamar Diss) Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
I ain't even gotta give this too much thought
Joell Ortiz won every war that he ever fought
This ain't no different, I'm listening, you the king of New York?
Little homie you ain't the king of New York, you the next thing on my fork
The messenger with all them rings on that horse
Carrying king's heads 'til I kick you in your chest
And you cough and fall into a bottomless pit
Homie, you know how many bodies that fit?
When we met you said ''it's an honor, man, the YAOWA can spit''
Maybe that's why you left me out of that shit
Maybe that's why the Slaughterhouse ain't get dissed
Or maybe I'm not on your radar
You feel you ain't gotta acknowledge my clique
Either way, I personal train this beat, it gotta get ripped
You rich rappers can't respond with all the dollars you get
Gangsta rappers can't retaliate with hollows and clips
And you fashion rappers wear the kind of jeans that hardly get zipped
So zip it, I got this shit, real hip hop in this bitch
The apocalypse has fell upon us, watch the zombies I split
The walking dead, I've been a monster, shorty, I can get bit
And never turn, I'm immune to these rappers y'all calling sick
I stomped the red carpet holding my dick
And throw tomatoes at the podium for whack awards that y'all niggas get
Then stand up and scream YAOWA then dip
And smack a legend on the way out of that bitch
Cause I don't big up the elite
The elite can get it too, you all fit under my feet
You all victims, all chitlins when a nigga trying to eat
I'll see to it, y'all missing like a whino nigga teeth
Anybody can get it
Old nigga, new nigga, him nigga, you nigga
One nigga, two niggas, a few niggas
I do niggas harm with these bars
It was brave, you took a chance like a Monopoly card
Put that telly you trying to check in, boy, that property is ours
Can't get a W on Broadway, I'm New York all day
Yeah, that's where the boss stay
You no hear that oye?
A hundred Ricans running at you chief like Okoye
Last time in Compton I was kicking it with Jorge
I rocked with some cons out west like the boy Ye
But I don't claim king even though my name ring
And I had China in the Bay, we call Beijing
Rodeo to Daygo they telling you the same thing
Chico be in Sacramento so much he can claim king
But that's the west coast, I'm from this coast
I'll leave the king of LA to Dre, I was this close
To stay in Aftermath, but lamped out like a Genie
But Dre you a fucking gangster and Kirdis you're such a sweetie
And guess what, I'm a free agent again if y'all ever need me
But back to these bars, I'm hungry, this beat is gon' feed the needy
Y'all looking like grannys ziti, zucchini out in Tahiti
On Fiji with Erykah Badu's booty in a bikini (haaaa!)
Your main chick is a Precious, my side chick is a RiRi
I fuck her then take her out for fries and a panini
I ain't a rap nigga, I'm a nigga that rap
Before this -- y'all saw the cypher, I ain't bringing that back
Why should I recycle bars when my mind is a flight to Mars?
Any force I came across was like rhyming inside a star
With the Universe on my back, your human verses is wack
I grab my extraterrestrial testicles when I rap
And tell Earth suck it, tell the planet try it
I turn this bitch into Independence Day without the lucky drunk pilot
I love competition, constructing a composition
Of destruction, putting Destructicons in the composition
I'm Optimus Prime trucking your boulevard, just wishin'
That a star screams so I can go on a bombing mission
You raised the bar high, I set the bar higher
You gon' learn though, inferno scorch a bonfire

Joell Ortiz - Outta Control Lyrics (Kendrick Lamar Response)

Joell Ortiz - Outta Control (Kendrick Lamar Diss) Lyrics

Joell Ortiz - Outta Control (Kendrick Lamar Diss) Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
I ain't even gotta give this too much thought
Joell Ortiz won every war that he ever fought
This ain't no different, I'm listening, you the king of New York?
Little homie you ain't the king of New York, you the next thing on my fork
The messenger with all them rings on that horse
Carrying king's heads 'til I kick you in your chest
And you cough and fall into a bottomless pit
Homie, you know how many bodies that fit?
When we met you said ''it's an honor, man, the YAOWA can spit''
Maybe that's why you left me out of that shit
Maybe that's why the Slaughterhouse ain't get dissed
Or maybe I'm not on your radar
You feel you ain't gotta acknowledge my clique
Either way, I personal train this beat, it gotta get ripped
You rich rappers can't respond with all the dollars you get
Gangsta rappers can't retaliate with hollows and clips
And you fashion rappers wear the kind of jeans that hardly get zipped
So zip it, I got this shit, real hip hop in this bitch
The apocalypse has fell upon us, watch the zombies I split
The walking dead, I've been a monster, shorty, I can get bit
And never turn, I'm immune to these rappers y'all calling sick
I stomped the red carpet holding my dick
And throw tomatoes at the podium for whack awards that y'all niggas get
Then stand up and scream YAOWA then dip
And smack a legend on the way out of that bitch
Cause I don't big up the elite
The elite can get it too, you all fit under my feet
You all victims, all chitlins when a nigga trying to eat
I'll see to it, y'all missing like a whino nigga teeth
Anybody can get it
Old nigga, new nigga, him nigga, you nigga
One nigga, two niggas, a few niggas
I do niggas harm with these bars
It was brave, you took a chance like a Monopoly card
Put that telly you trying to check in, boy, that property is ours
Can't get a W on Broadway, I'm New York all day
Yeah, that's where the boss stay
You no hear that oye?
A hundred Ricans running at you chief like Okoye
Last time in Compton I was kicking it with Jorge
I rocked with some cons out west like the boy Ye
But I don't claim king even though my name ring
And I had China in the Bay, we call Beijing
Rodeo to Daygo they telling you the same thing
Chico be in Sacramento so much he can claim king
But that's the west coast, I'm from this coast
I'll leave the king of LA to Dre, I was this close
To stay in Aftermath, but lamped out like a Genie
But Dre you a fucking gangster and Kirdis you're such a sweetie
And guess what, I'm a free agent again if y'all ever need me
But back to these bars, I'm hungry, this beat is gon' feed the needy
Y'all looking like grannys ziti, zucchini out in Tahiti
On Fiji with Erykah Badu's booty in a bikini (haaaa!)
Your main chick is a Precious, my side chick is a RiRi
I fuck her then take her out for fries and a panini
I ain't a rap nigga, I'm a nigga that rap
Before this -- y'all saw the cypher, I ain't bringing that back
Why should I recycle bars when my mind is a flight to Mars?
Any force I came across was like rhyming inside a star
With the Universe on my back, your human verses is wack
I grab my extraterrestrial testicles when I rap
And tell Earth suck it, tell the planet try it
I turn this bitch into Independence Day without the lucky drunk pilot
I love competition, constructing a composition
Of destruction, putting Destructicons in the composition
I'm Optimus Prime trucking your boulevard, just wishin'
That a star screams so I can go on a bombing mission
You raised the bar high, I set the bar higher
You gon' learn though, inferno scorch a bonfire

Slaughterhouse - Throw It Away ft. Swizz Beatz Lyrics

Slaughterhouse - Throw It Away ft. Swizz Beatz Lyrics:

you know i ain’t build to answer that
but i act like i ain’t never have money
then throw it away, then throw it away
then throw it away, then throw it away
you see me throw it away
then throw it away, then throw it away
i like to throw it away, let’s throw it away
you know i ain’t jay z honey
but i act like i ain’t never have money

live from the area, area, wasted
drives will bury ya, bury, wasted
standing on couches, everybody know me
rock star, only thing that’s …
realest out here, out here
in the club doing what, got my name out here, out here
you can call it tricking, you can call it tricking
you can call it dissing, that it is if you all stand
all the bitches on q like na na na na na,
i’m in the sky, when the realest go na na na na na
let it fly dope, ah
you only live one time, one time
your favorite rapper up in here one time, one time
you know what
you know i ain’t jay z honey
but i act like i ain’t never have money

but i act like i ain’t never have money
then throw it away, then throw it away
then throw it away, then throw it away
you see me throw it away
let’s stack up, get it up and throw it away
then throw it away, then throw it away
you know i ain’t bill gates honey
but i act like i ain’t never have money

all my money got wings on it
fat, … my cling on it
clap, clap, clap, make that butt applaud
you got all that back, what you fucking for?
cheers to kids, this is y’all song
i got bitches, itching to sit me off home
we da bizness, this is, slaughterhouse baby
this is what is all about, … money
blowing in the breeze like na na na na na na
like the picture pose, i got cheese like na na na na na na
come, get this money from me, i don’t want it honey
i don’t make it rain, i make it snow bunny
time to pull to the top of that bitch
i ain’t got it like that, but i got it like this

you know i ain’t bill gates honey
but i act like i ain’t never have money
but i act like i ain’t never have money
then throw it away, then throw it away
then throw it away, then throw it away
you see me throw it away
let’s stack up, get it up and throw it away
then throw it away, then throw it away
you know i ain’t jay z honey
but i act like i ain’t never have money

yeah, it’s damn right, i’m fucking a lesbian, stripper
and a dob sprinter
dick van dike
it’s gonna love it, when i go warren buffet
throwing euros on the floor, balling on the form budget
slaughter’s in the house look at that click, that click
deeper than the breast of a fat chick, fat chick
party in vip with the earth realest on blue
… throw the money in the air like na na na na na na
i’m yelling i’m far settle like na na na na na
i know you killers hold the metal tight, na na na na na na
who give a fuck we all ghetto, right na na na na na na
i had a lap dance moment of clarity
this a tax right off, this m favorite charity

you know i ain’t bill gates honey
but i act like i ain’t never have money
but i act like i ain’t never have money
then throw it away, then throw it away
then throw it away, then throw it away
you see me throw it away
let’s stack up, get it up and throw it away
then throw it away, then throw it away
you know i ain’t jay z honey
but i act like i ain’t never have money

jealousy could crash here…different one, different one
i told her do that thing alive if she ain’t do it
that was my bad, thinking that she ain’t stupid
cute face with a pretty butt, pretty butt
shake got her saying giddy up, giddy up…
call murder like na na na na na na
even got the valee workers like na na na na na na
you scratch that and it’s one thing, …na na na na na na
red bottoms coming out the coup
we got it tied up, even when we’re at it to loot

you know i ain’t bill gates honey
but i act like i ain’t never have money
but i act like i ain’t never have money
then throw it away, then throw it away
then throw it away, then throw it away.

Joell Ortiz - Iron On You Lyrics

Joell Ortiz - Iron On You Lyrics:

these little groupies talk nigga

that’s how you feel home boy?
you don’t want them kind of problems
i’m tryna tell you man, no you don’t
you don’t want that
i’ma do this on joint
and i ain’t talking no more, word to my mother

beef is real on my side of town
keep your eye on all them punk plus that ride around
beef will provide all them siren sounds
and your moms with extra tear drops sliding down
beef will have you relocating
but we gonn catch up to you lil homie
we so patient
beef’s what you don’t want with me
no money on your head, get it for free

i hope you keep iron on you
i hope you keep iron on you
you niggas act tough running round with all them guards
reach faggot niggas, y’all ain’t hard
i hope you keep iron on you
i hope you keep iron on you
and know that

y’almost got me fucked up
i’m hood i will fuck y’all up
i’m signed to one nigga
that’s signed to jimmy nigga
and run with 3 niggas that can’t be touched
but it ain’t about all them bars now
i’m tryna let you know who i are now
this rapshit is y’all dudes’ dream
this shit make my street dough clean, you get it
i had dirty money coming in
cucci, … had my dudes put that stuff in the pen
i waas really in that comfort end
bazooka chew, i was bubbling
i’m a product of the gutter fam
no bank accounts, nike box and thick rubber bands

before rap i was the people’s champ
nothing less then a 9 on that diesel stamp
yeah new jacks on the block, gotta get the heading on
to move crack in my spot
i was boot camping that pot
it go in there soft come out hard as a rock
leave me out all them rap beefs
cause i ain’t fin the right rhymes, i’ma crack teeth
on camera, y’all some mean goons
but a bunch of powerpuff girls in these green rooms, ha ha ha ha
my finger itching on that trigga, y’all verified on twitter
i’m verified by real niggas
and they don’t has tag, they toe tag
have me send a dm to your folk’s pad
can’t walk through new york without a hoe
or a chick tryna have me to herself for a half hour
i’m so not hard to find
i’m in the north side all the time

beef is real on my side of town
keep your eye on all them punk plus that ride around
beef will provide all them siren sounds
and your moms with extra tear drops sliding down
beef will have you relocating
but we gonn catch up to you lil homie
we so patient
beef’s what you don’t want with me
no money on your head, get it for free

i hope you keep iron on you
i hope you keep iron on you
you niggas act tough running round with all them guards
reach faggot niggas, y’all ain’t hard
i hope you keep iron on you
i hope you keep iron on you
and know that.

Joell Ortiz - The Motto Freestyle Lyrics

Joell Ortiz - The Motto Freestyle Lyrics:

I’m just sitting in my living room
figure how freestyle to a different tune
you know flexin the muscle ’cause the way by you ..
is the best you..down on their mind
despite the hundred thousand of times
I pull my pants down with this..my ass
they still looking around tryin to find something better
but is only one yeah on desire find ..
8 track..seat this downloads I’ma space it ..
and going right there I ain’t taste it yet
ma I ain’t plan know them jets like them..
there I’m still..window in the..off the car, he wrote pass
but when I come from..so I seat here over the..
before slow the how..I was a no man
warrior roaming to a store with no ..
poppin up the old..on with the truth shop
I was John looking proof
still cock still bustin with aims
still running hip hop with my government name
still walk through the crowds I ain’t ..
because if I give you a hug it ain’t ..pain
you know it ..and run through your veins
your..tangle like you’re f*ckin with cane
your eyes won’t see shit call em underground and get
that’s a ..you rappers ain’t comfortable
but all this ships go ahead and ..on my ..shit
I don’t care if you a giant you look 4 6
in the eyes of a lion you look call me ..
and I ain’t..source, so make one ..
move to get started my great one fall from ..
and I was cooking with my..
every time I .. is still made too way way back
the edge still high when it ..
they passed it it’s a rap ..the hustle of a ..
man I ..it means madness
y’all niggas is coward homie I’m about it
’cause I’m livin just a model yeah
and when I’m out every day, every day
it’s a show never run count on me to say anyway
ain’t nothing to say
can’t see em ’cause you contact yeah
what’s up

Slaughterhouse - She Will Freestyle Lyrics

Slaughterhouse - She Will Freestyle Lyrics:

[Joe Budden]
It go,
I told her, now go and pop that pussy for a real nigga
Fattest ass texting me all day but I still ig’ her
Don’t do the small talk
Wrong guy to deal with
She ask me for a vacay
All she get is a guilt trip
Niggas is talking to the feds now bugging out
Even got cassettes in they chest, Teddy Ruxpin style
Bitches is wylin’, they treatin me like they husband now
Do I got this white girl up stairs like this the drumming house

[Joel Ortiz]
Now go and pop that pussy for another real nigga
House gang bang bang, no Deringer
Long rifle big boobs, drip ooh shout when I come around the corner
Like a Vic’ Cruz route
Suck it with your boobs out
You fucking skank
Deep throat, please choke yeah gag like like a fucking prank
You know us Rican’s be freaking
So though we got dinner reservations later this evening I’m eating

[Chorus - Joe Budden and Joell Ortiz]
She just started to pop it for a nigga and then look back and told me baby it’s real
And I said bitch you crazy if you think I believe you but I’ma still get a feel
She said her head ground breaking so it’s only right I show her the drill
She cute so maybe she won’t, yeah aight nigga, trust me she will
Yeah
Do it for the hardest nigga spittin in the game right now, she will, yeah
Do it for the hardest nigga spittin in the game right now, she will, she will
If I can drop her off and she ain’t gotta take the train right now she will
Do it for the hardest nigga spittin in the game right now, she will, she will

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
I mean..
Why the fuck would she not, she’ll play my side just to be hot
Hop in my ride, crushing these blocks, swallow her pride
Fuck them reeboks, red bottoms glide, girl get on top and
Leave those on and go with your squat, let’s make this porn
See the red dot? The camera’s on
Here’s your big shot
They say you shy, I know you’re not
Now prove ‘em wrong
Make it

[Verse 4: Joe Budden]
He can’t go the places I go
He ain’t been the places I’ve been
He can’t fuck the hoes that I’ve fucked
He don’t spend they way that I spend
Wait she hold that pussy hostage like a pimp is nearby
With me she always wanna lay up like a rim is nearby

[Verse 5: Royce Da 5'9"]
Hop up on that pole and wind
Overtime, take off your clothes and grind
She know she fine, she low-key no she mind
Look at the neck and the hoe get blind
Fuck your man, got a loaded nine
When I’m bowling for colombine
Put a bullet in his head, leave him with an open mind
And I poke his dime

(Crooked I!)

[Verse 6: Crooked I]
In the pussy, I go for delph
Why you think they call it box
Gotta hit baby below the belt
Whether coka or moka after I stroke a
I never broke myself
We into march, but may 15th, we be on your shelf!
Welcome to our House nigga (House nigga)
No Clarence Thomas
Running your lane, we sonning the game
So pay your parents homage
Each one of my gang is one of the same, I’m being very honest
Plus that paint so black on a Bentley coup I’m feeling Farrakhan-ish
I promise, so many tattas got my name on it
These strippers, they bring the parade on stage and I rain on it
Real nigga!
Man I’m getting this money don’t ask how
You get cheese cause of derrière is a cash cow

[Chorus]

Slaughterhouse - Hammer Dance Lyrics

Slaughterhouse - Hammer Dance Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
My real name, my rap shit
No made up nigga, I’m straight up, nigga
Still in the projects where I came up, nigga
On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten, getting my weight up, nigga
I’m no shooter, but my shooters’ll have your brain exposed
But I’ll shoot five in a second, homie, and break your nose
Talking past, I’m dead ass, I was living
Life fast with my pistol in the grass
Digging in my ass tryna finish up the last
So I can sit it in a stash
Old E. sweat dripping from the bag
Milk crates sitting on the ave
While I’m looking left and right for the niggas with the badge
My mom’s dishes really had crack on ‘em
12 12s and I kept that shit packed for ‘em, yeah they came back for ‘em
I can paint it so vivid cause I really lived it
If rap fail, I stack bail, and show you how to get it!

[Hook: Royce da 5'9"]
I’m in the club, bottle in my hand doing my two step
While I got my gun in my pants, call it the hammer dance
Bitches dancing on a nigga when they feel the gun
I tell ‘em we’re doing the hammer dance
Two steppin’ with my weapon on me
You good? I’m just checking, homie
Fam-a-lam, you don’t stand a chance
While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
In these LA times, I wake up on one
House slippers and coffee, I know the paper gon’ come
I drop shit that make the gangstas go dumb
Keep a bad bitch naked like my waist with no gun
I’m for real, how are you?
Got street power, from the Watts Towers to Howard U
How would you become me? I don’t do what you cowards do
Flip a thousand pounds of that sour dies’ in a hour, dude
I’m out my muh’fuckin’ mind
Fuck a punchline, salute my muh’fuckin’ grind
Ditching feds on the regular, they’re trying to catch a predator
Not the Chris Hansen type, but the Danny Glover kind
I’m a killer, everybody know I body your audio
When a shotty blow, say goodbye to your barrio, you maricon
You don’t think that I’m about this
Ice grill, nigga, put your money where your mouth is

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
My real name, my rap shit
Fuck with Chase, but the real bank is the mattress
Money ain’t new to me, been getting G-stacks
Since Smoove B took his shawty back from rehab
Knife work with me, but the chrome is extra
Case I’m in the same taxi as the bone collector
Y’all rappin’ ’bout models, I get hounded by ‘em
Not a killer at all, I’m just surrounded by ‘em
Just a real nigga, straight from my mother’s stomach
Ain’t enough cloth for all of us to be cut from it
Not decided by who toast led
Cause all of us would be angels for Pujols’ bread
Lot of hostility, hollering is killing me
Screaming “Over my dead body,” like it’s not a possibility
On my Jers’ bullshit, never mind me
But if it’s ever problems, niggas know where to find me

[Hook]