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.

Bun B - Stop Playin ft. Royce Da 5'9 & Redman Lyrics

Bun B - Stop Playin ft. Royce Da 5'9 & Redman Lyrics:

[Bun B]
I'm the one-man army: Bun B
I've never been taken out
I keep emcees breaking out
I'll bring your real rap back and
Taking the faking out
I'm clearing all the bullshit out the way
To make a vacant route
OK, now let the real niggas roll through
It's going for you new niggas and the old too
It was some bullshit then and it's some bullshit now
So I'm just tryna keep the bullshit down
They say the rap game needs balance to keep it level
Just like the EQ with the bass, mid, and treble
And yeah that's true, but if you wanna point blame
Just be careful about the motherfucking way you aim
You blame radio, internet, and politics
But see, we all really know it's just a pile of shit
You not playing cause your music ain't hitting
The people don't like you, stop hating, start quitting muthafucka!

[Hook - Bun B]
You saying you the man, that's the key to you
Because we knowing what you did and what you didn't do
It's not the shit you say, It's the shit you not saying
You know better, show better, step it up and stop playing
Stop playing

[Royce]
Niggas be lying, talking about they busted heater
Once I see him, they be more like Justin Bieber
Leave it, my rivals under ground like SkyZoo's how I do
I have em laying on the ground bleeding
Butt naked with a bullet in his motherfuckin head
Like Erykah Badu
I find irony in being in the place where
I'm wearing Gucci, mane, getting white boy wasted
I tell a nigga break bread or take lead
I'm trying to get rid of this weight: K-Fed
Me and Bun got the gangsta ?
We like that once-in-a-lifetime fame, to you the ?
I'm not a fan of no man, I'm not Stan
Flow like Viagra, that's why they go "god damn!"
I rip it up in the kitchen like pots and pans
I'm godlike, when I'm praying I should stand

[Hook - Bun B]

[Redman]
No rapper can rap quite like I can
Now take your best-known rapper and make him my fan
I'm the man homeboy, been running the block
I make you say "Go Reggie" and do the wop
And I'm Doc, the niggas are hating
My flow and your swag? It don't relate
Cause I'm grrreat! Jewels like Frosted Flakes
Light-skinned, just one shade darker than Drake
I hold weight when the camera rolling
It's like golf how I got the US Open
Nigga I'm nice, I see you scoping
Think twice before you move that close in
That's my dosage, call me tomorrow
Look so fly when you call me a barber
Everything I write, call me the author
Baby I'm back, sorry I lost ya

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]

Royce Da 5'9, Crooked I & Deph Naught - Lemme Go Ft Zawles Lyrics

Royce Da 5'9, Crooked I & Deph Naught - Lemme Go Ft Zawles Lyrics:

[verse 1: royce da 5'9"]
nickel nine who rap live’r, never that
riding, with a bitch and my battery in the back
and for that, she asked “why?” and
her tops getting pulled over modem to black drivers
while i shine, chrome , and i wax tire’s
picture that!
the car fast it’s cleaner than mother mary
it’s heating your whole class like culinary
pick up your jaw from the floor i’m another scary
cuz’ i do more than just oven carry
i make your ass look like you’ve been bobbing for apples in a tub of berries
ain’t no motherfucking hoes here
except the ones y’all be paying like a toll fare
my style’s like a watched project:
you heard about it, you read about it but you don’t wanna’ just go there
yeah, i’m on some different shit when i press this pencil against this paper
i guess it’s just my wicked nickel nature

[hook: zawles]
well i’ve been dying to get my voice heard up
on these streets, give me some shine and i’m starring the show
and i’ve been blind to all the hate, haters try to show me
i’m deph to the naughts, ain’t hearing no

step back and let me go, go
go let me go, go, (x8)
go let me

[verse 2: ]
i’m an original criminal in my lyrical pinnacle
show me an identical rapper i scalp ‘em as quick as a
seminal indian, give me an obvious reason
to body a heathen, to shotty a squeezing, i’m out of your league
out of your region. out of your reach, pushing x
like i’m from bmx, i’m malcolm and meech
how do you speak to an animal? beast, i only cypher with producers
i battle these beats, the cannibal eats
whatever’s trynna’ cypff with me
til’ i’m on top of the game, right where that snipers be
i gotta license to kill, so if you see me shoot
jordan and tyson chill, i’m only murdering every mic i see
i’m the realest, rich as willis, i could beat a drum and
nobody rides for free, so i keep the meter runnin’
nine loaded (yes), c.o.b. is gunnin’
blindfolded (sex), they never seen us cummin’

[hook]

[verse 3: deph naught]
i thought i told ya’, ball with him all you get crossed over
thought he was hot? (fuck ‘em!) the sodomy starts over
when nickel and naught gots to recording these harsh vocals
rolled through the park, and got on a crooked i’s shoulders
motion the ten broads thats over there on over
slit all they throats, throw em, and chuckle with ron goldman
oh he’s a twat. what a ridiculous thought process
wanna’ be me? swallow some bleach and cream soda!!
lawdy! i’m the shit and i ain’t tryning to explain it
a homicidal violent child dying to escape and
i’m saying you couldn’t make him be quiet if you was placin’
his brain in a vase made of uranium to contain it
the zaniest (sweet goodness!), flyin’ down isle three
with a bottle of lube, cialis and mild sauce. please
come lick on the dick (slurp), you rappers should try and not speak
i lit a cigarette, it means goodbye bitch, peace. (fuck outta’ here!)
i’m here now (cheese!), a picture’d be great
this game is a bitch and i’m a trick that’s insisting we date
labels and a&rs, for some reason they looking at me funny
(why?) “degrassi?, eighteen??, white!?? mmm, money!!!”
(mister deph!) dammit, you better off tryna’ take hellen keller
down to your cellar and start yelling her name -
i don’t hear your haters hatin’. zawles come out and say it
drake, i’m ’bout to make it, make way for the next generation (ra!)

[hook]

Yelawolf - Hard White (Remix) Ft T.I & Slaughterhouse Lyrics

Yelawolf - Hard White (Remix) Ft T.I & Slaughterhouse Lyrics:

[Verse 1: T.I.]
G shit, certified, nigga can’t touch him
Bosses all love him, haters, well fuck them
Bought cribs everywhere, everything custom
?, bougie bitches like “What’s them?”
Solitaire clear stones, Maybach, clear dome
Blowin’ on that Lyle pack, bank rolls full grown
We all know convict?, gone with the dumb shit
Thug life wit’ it, like it tatted on my stomach
Nigga better pick another number because I am not the one
The bigger pictures whats important before all is said and done
I bet I get this shit back up under my feet
Bullshit decides, what I want, I keep
I’m the big bad wolf, and I want my sheep
Your birthday cake, I want my piece
I’m beefing with MC’s at the meet
It seems they’re less then decent
I’m a beast, then you’re my feast
Apologies, you just can keep it
Say you’re winning, yes you’re being condescending and facetious
G’s from seat to shine see you may bump this in your Caprice

[Yelawolf]
I once had a friend named Charlie, and Charlie was always late to school
He had a black eye one day, but he wouldn’t say just what happened to him
Charlie got mad in class one day, and stood up with a .22 pistol
Told everybody that he couldn’t take it anymore, he was over being the victim
See, one bullet through the wall, and the history class was interrupted
Charlie, foot down in the pool of blood, in the class that made it public
He said that the bullies in school, they drove him to be a suicidal
Cause the mirrors didn’t reflect the criteria of an American Idol
Well, sometimes I feel like I could run through the hallways with an AK too
Not sayin’ that I would, but it might feel good, to off me a rapper or two
So, I loaded this pen with a hollow tip, and I followed T.I.P
To the hollow pits of my heart for shit, for you to role model with
Take a fifth of Jack and swallow it, take a point shell and hollow it
Don’t be the one with the gun, be the one with the rum, plus two models with
All the kids, listen up, Yelawolf don’t give a fuck about a club
I don’t wanna see you in school, tryna’ do what I do, telling folks you gon’ pop the trunk
Make something of something, or something from nothing, baby wait
Ok, radioactive and it’s ready for action, see if I really give a fuck, Shady

[Hook - Lil Jon]
Up in the club, don’t give a fuck
Up in the club, don’t give a fuck
Up in the club, don’t give a fuck
Up in the club, still don’t give a fuck

[Crooked I]
9 millimeter, ride with a heater, drive with a liter
I’m finna need a mic and a speaker
I’m finna beat a prominent leader, come from the seater
Tell competition “Hasta la vista”
Dog, you putting my name in the middle of sucker shit
It’s something like you gettin’ raped by a stranger
Cause you do not know who you’re fuckin’ with
Crooked is a product of the S-L-A-U-G-H-T-E-R
You, haha, funny, I had money when the DVD was a VCR
Niggas about to need CPR when they see the car, pull up, dead
I might pull over, fuck my chauffeur, cause my screwdriver’s Philip’s head
Them I’mma tell to take me to Yela, getting fucked up, I aint feelin’ embarrassed
The feelin’ in the air is the 2.0′s party, like niggas and wiggas in Paris

[Royce da 5'9"]
Nickle 9, the rhyme, rhyming, the drama, the driver, firing alarmer
But a bunch of fly bitches saying Hi to me now cause a nigga said Hi to Rihanna
Cause I look (cause I look) and I smell good (It’s a man’s World)
Thats right I’m the new James Brown, drunk in an interview, fuck you finna do?
What I’m finna do is go to the strip club and order 8 bricks
I’m on my T.I.P in ATL looking for a little  pretty young thing I can escape with
Radioactive, Shady gon make it go Platinum, I couldn’t resist
Jump on that Slaughterhouse, Yelawolf, Lil Jon Hard White remix

[Hook - Lil Jon]

[Joell Ortiz]
Lil Jon, let me get a lil bit, I mean a minute, nothin’ crazy
It’s just that I’ma lyricist and I’ve been sittin’ with this ridiculous venomous bite
And I’m so ready to strike
I swing and I miss, my dick swing and you miss
I got a missle, can’t call it, I might misdial
I’m in Orbit listening to Em’s last album guzzling Gin, Recovering alcoholic
Everything looking alright, welcome to the lyricist pub
Who want a bar fight in a bar so high cause that your dealing with 4 dope muthaf-ckas and 2 hard whites
Deuces, period, crop circle, thats the family that matters, I’m not Urkel
But I’m smooth to step on, when I move to step on ya eyeball ya shit’ll look purple
I’m a product of the PJ’s, still walk through that muthafucka in my PJ’s
Yeah I’m in JP Morgan often but don’t think I can get chased out the PJ
So try me punk, bet ya body jump when ya shotty pump then ya body slump
Yelawolf let me rip this hard white but, please dont make me pop the trunk

[Joe Budden]
Roll the window down I start dumping
Pull up on whatever rock that ya’ll on
Pills got a nigga walking round doing stupid shit
My definition of an Oxymoron
That aint never stop me from gettin’ a bad one
I would tell niggas again but they heard the story
Furthermore he got a couple I aint buss
But theres no need to rush, they reserved it for me
See I’m all about fam’ I don’t f-ck with the rest
Goon’s that’ll squeeze till a couple thats left
The squad ? smoking ?
But I’m grown adults and whether that shit you say you don’t reciprocate respect
You get plugged, and you need a doctor to cover your hole ?
You probably didn’t hear me staying on the couch?
So real I don’t need a hollow to prepare me I’m the first one in the hood to catch a body ?
Cause they be thinking that I seen crazy, money motivated, cremate me
Way out your league or dream maybe
T.I. Team Shady

[Lil Jon - Hook]
Up in the club, don’t give a fuck
Up in the club, don’t give a fuck
Up in the club, don’t give a fuck
Up in the club, still don’t give a fuck

Slaughterhouse - The Illest Lyrics

Slaughterhouse - The Illest Lyrics (Crooked I, Joe Budden, Joell Ortiz, Royce Da 5'9"):

[Joell Ortiz]
Rusty 9 gettin’ gully on the roof
This so rough, I left my skully on in the booth
I drag my tin boots through the gutter with the troops
Gotta fire at you while you with your mother on the stoop
Aint nothing nice, filling 5 cent cups with ice
Ass crack stuffed with the stuff that the custie’s like
My flow inspired by po-po ridin’ by
Cause lil Jojo let the fo’ fo’ iron fly
So expect nothing but heat from me
When the beat ugly, I sour dollar spit
Aint nothing sweet money
So whoever say Ortiz hungry is lying
I’m starving, I’m famine, man I act like I never eat sonny
I keep ya head nodding, when the bass pumpin’
And you can hate cousin, but don’t say something
And no face muggin’, I’m S-H-A-D-Y
Slaughterhouse all day

[Biggie]
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who’s the illest?
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who’s the illest?

[Crooked I]
Yeah, rap is in danger, Crooked I was born in a California manger
God of the West caost, know the flow nice when you’re signed to Shady Aftermath
and used to be on Death Row.
What am I, gun in eye, sing you a lullaby
Nullify your skull in 5 seconds by putting a slug inside
Run and hide, I’m on some money goon shit
Married to the streets, honeymoon shit
Yeah, f-ck a bride
I’m ’bout to go Van Gogh and I have to reach for slavery guns
That mean I draw a masterpiece
I spit bars quick as a spliff sparks
Writtens’ll kick start, split you in 6 parts
Which part if I’m the shit and you a skid mark did you not get?
Put you in a ditch when it’s pitch dark
Make your bitch suck my dick, clark?
Thats what you get, heard that you a snitch
Now get that tattoo that say life, cause you a bitch

[Biggie]
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who’s the illest?
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who’s the illest?

[Joe Budden]
Joey,
I left the mask on, bury something, no disguise
It couldnt get more official if it was notarized
I want the pen on the jeweler for you to know whats fly
Top of the chain of command if I’m playing my game
I better not overide, who think they over I
Hoping it vocalise, this aint even a group
Just one real nigga multiplied
Listen in brutally if you tryna get fast
I put my life on it like it was mast
Better pray that this vicodin last
If not rappers are in danger
Niggas is in a box, I’m tired of rappers in a Wrangler
Will clap and rearrange ya, but I hate to make my pyschiatrist right
And it’s exactly what she said will happen with my anger
You can’t relate to it, how you gon’ measure it, broke
Can’t treasure it, jokers just embezel it
It’s time to seperate the realness from the rhetoric
I think one statement from B.I should settle this…

[Biggie]
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who’s the illest?
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who’s the illest?

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I said I’m gunning for the muthaf-ckin’ king like a historical terror shot
I’m sittin’ in a Hilton rich like Paris pops
Spread money around the whole town like ?
Compare us not, I’m a terrible terrorist plot
You the character carrot top, while I’m stomping on barriers til my ? stops
like a tricerotops when I’m done roaming this earth
Bury my bones in Mariah or Carey’s box
Who you know answer with gun
Shady’s our home, we live with the GOAT like Julio from Sanford and Son
Problem with a problem, got no love for my foes
Ya’ll just wearing red bottoms, I got blood on my sole
We are dope we are postal, we not social
On Twitter we block Oprah and Deepak Chopra
Y’all niggas think ya’ll f-cking with us cause people quote ya singles
Yeah right, you making ya f-cking point with broken fingers
My dreams fulfilled like this cup full of potent tequila
And I’m bout to raise up and toast to dreamers

[Biggie]
Get your writing crew, get your writing crew
And they dopest rhymes, I get up in that ass everytime
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who’s the illest?

Get your writing crew, get your writing crew
And they dopest rhymes, I get up in that ass everytime
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who’s the illest?