Slaughterhouse - All On Me Lyrics

Slaughterhouse - All On Me Lyrics:

[hook]
you have a problem in the hood, you good, don’t ask what it’s gon’ be
cause if i’m by your side, don’t ride, put that all on me
cause you’re my brother, you safe when i’m around
my bread is yours, hit the safe when i’m around
cause, you can always call on me
your drama shit ever fall on me, just put it all on me

[verse 1: joell ortiz]
the only child feeling like a brother these days
i used to run my own race, now it’s a relay
so you can take it to the bank when ortiz stay
homie, you can have it your way when you’re in bk
it’s really hood where my peeps stay
i got lebrons with the arms, d-wades and let the heat spray
my niggas, y’all triggers in the heartbeat
blood thicker than water, but we thicker than concrete
so say the word and i’m near
if it’s somewhere not near, i guess i’ll be in the air
or the next thing smoking, hoping it was a ?
so i can get there quick enough to get you in the clear
sitting here vibing, sipping on this clear
like damn i love you
grown ass man, but i ain’t scared to hug you
we ride, i’m on the side like that man above you
put it all on me

[hook]
you have a problem in the hood, you good, don’t ask what it’s gon’ be
cause if i’m by your side, don’t ride, put that all on me
cause you’re my brother, you safe when i’m around
my bread is yours, hit the safe when i’m around
cause, you can always call on me
your drama shit ever fall on me, just put it all on me

[verse 2: joe budden]
know that i’mma give you my all, already proved it
anytime your back’s on the wall, i’m down to move it
og’s respect me, real niggas honor me
got my bachelor’s in number scams in a con degree
faggots ain’t fond of me, frequent where the monsters be
loyalty comes first, guess i’m still an anomaly
always give you honesty, you gained that power
cause you down to stash the burn when you know it ain’t shower
? my nigga, we shared songs
we try to raise the bail, i was ? like the bonds
when your clientele got low
that was then ? without a speech ? tear a line
this is a warning, they grant yours, they grant mine
we should’ve known if we’re both stars, who says we can’t align?
and even if we see a day we come apart
the roof is still john q, some can have my heart

[hook]
you have a problem in the hood, you good, don’t ask what it’s gon’ be
cause if i’m by your side, don’t ride, put that all on me
cause you’re my brother, you safe when i’m around
my bread is yours, hit the safe when i’m around
cause, you can always call on me
your drama shit ever fall on me, just put it all on me

[verse 3: crooked i]
you’re my nigga now, you’re in the l dot b dot
the home of the sticky jars, we own it the cities ours
we’re rolling in 50 cars patrolling them titty bars
spend 20 large in the semis, ready for any charge
we on some mobster shit
know you and me, we on some roster shit
? alike, we on some conscious shit
rock your watches, i dare niggas to rob your shit
cause it’s death before persona
our enemies best ? invest when they step before piranhas, ? llama
never protect you from the drama
cause i’mma be on point just like the edge of a katana
weapon wet you on my mama
from the east side to the city limits
from the ? flip it to the pretty women
before niggas was big as diggy simmons
and we still do so, if you with me then my nigga listen
to this intermission

[hook]
you have a problem in the hood, you good, don’t ask what it’s gon’ be
cause if i’m by your side, don’t ride, put that all on me
cause you’re my brother, you safe when i’m around
my bread is yours, hit the safe when i’m around
cause, you can always call on me
your drama shit ever fall on me, just put it all on me

Slaughterhouse - Where Sinners Dwell Lyrics

Slaughterhouse - Where Sinners Dwell Lyrics:

[verse 1: royce da 5'9]

i’m coming from the depths of the city where sinners dwell
we finish frail niggas with shells from splinter cells
when losers win, winners fail, i’ll cut your nose off
to spite your face, until you decay you can’t even call your scent a smell
mommy dragging a donkey, i’ll pin a tail
i been writing so dark and for so long, my pen is pale
for the money y’all impale, your heart with twenty ten inch nails
put a hole in your racket like i turned your tennis ball into a spin and snail
i laid off, they whole flow, on my day off i sprayed off
that fofo, then made off, with more dough then madoff
i’m the adolf, hitler, of this shit bruh
no soul, my skeleton sneak
your ho, got a hella physique
i hope she know i shoot boat loads
bon appetit, when she get to this house
i’m a spit this out, trying to ? this mouth to a pelican beak
heartbeat ready, as i done, sloppy steady
watch her do it, slob that knob. drop that jaw
and watch her come up, roxy eddy

[hook]
from the depths of the city where sinners dwell
from the depths of the city where sinners dwell
from the depths of the city where sinners dwell
from the depths of the city where sinners dwell

[verse 2: crooked i]
i’m coming from where sinners dwell
where ghetto america’s future is poverty
we inherited lucifer’s property
they giving us niggas hell
choose your philosophy
is usually hypocrisy
lose your democracy
nobody vote counting in 2012
so my ruger is watching me
i move to the monopoly properly
and due to this ruthless economy
i got shit for sell
our music’s anomaly
you dudes are just comedy
in lieu of monogamy
your pooky on top of me
i did oh well, all my neighbors heard that vixen yell
the way i make that ? quake, rate my sex on the richter scale
put it in a coffin, ? tarpin, cause all too often, i pinch your tail
only thing left for my pillow was a piece of a weave
and some ? of liquid gel
no one liver, yeah
go back and find her
nigga that mainly spit, crazy shit
prozac and fiber
no rap surviver, nigga, don’t act macgyver
when it get real in the field you a meal
no appetizer

[hook]
from the depths of the city where sinners dwell
from the depths of the city where sinners dwell
from the depths of the city where sinners dwell
from the depths of the city where sinners dwell

Slaughterhouse - Back The Fuck Up Lyrics

Slaughterhouse - Back The Fuck Up Lyrics:

[hook: royce da 5'9"]
what the fuck are you looking for?
can’t a young nigga get money anymore?
can y’all bums get funny anymore?
can my life get sunny anymore?
back the fuck back ‘fore i fuck you up
ay! back the fuck back ‘fore i fuck you up
you better back the fuck back ‘fore i fuck you up
(slaughterhouse!)

i came, i saw
i conquered, i’m a monster
back the fuck back ‘fore i fuck you up
you better back the fuck back ‘fore i fuck you up

[verse one: royce da 5'9"]
feeling like the greatest, motor city’s finest
my crew looking jamaican, i’m rolling with the grinders
they calling me old head, but so what the [cards?] young
i set the bar with the bars even though i’m bar none
hot car, top’s off, hot broad, rockstar
watch not flawed, tell y’all to watch dogs knock it off
i’m too pretty to fight, this gonna end fast
my clip long as sinbad’s when it’s on its tenth blast
fuck y’all radio play, fuck y’all radio stations
long as i’m paid, my lady built like a long-legged alien
if it all ended today
i can honestly say i performed and recorded with the greatest
word on the chronic to dre
now i’m as polished as obama wiping down a diamond
with the ass of diamond from crime mob
after she’s had a shiny armani hind-job
i’ma be straight
and you can pick a rapper, any rapper, and line up the date
i’m in a zone where the fuck is the ref with the whistle
don’t gotta impress you, i just diss you
the press pretzels the issue
my homie joey showed me the net
and i went and got me a gross net fiscal
i’ll stretch you like the tek is a bowflex pistol
so don’t bet
you would prefer me to be coming with you like phone sex
with a sexy electrician whose next mission
is to cut your buzz off if you don’t rap right
i ain’t wrapped tight but i’m just that gift
crack piff, mac spit, cadilac flips
we can match whips, battle rap dick
i’d rather have an actress on my mattress
who givin me brain so long she don’t know jack shit
but how to do that dick
??? confidence of a fat chick
caught onto fashion from catchin bodies at saxs and fifth
i came, saw, and i conquered, pig gang
yall talkin i’m chainsawin ya tonsils

[hook]

[verse two: joell ortiz]
out for lunch with my accountant
back the fuck back down to chase doin countin
my bitch back the fuck back it up when i’m poundin
yall funny style watching broke-the-fuck-back-mountain
yall tuned into the slaughters, the group fathers hate
cuz we move in on their daughters, with shit news reporters
holding they hand when they tryna get interviews in order
that’s a chico stick mami, come chew me i’m a quarter
of the house gang, call it the crib mami
these niggas runnin tryna get in our seat, a bunch of mitt romneys
but i stand at the podium with the fifth by me
screamin out “yes we can open yo shit papi”
i rap well so i’m a bit cocky
from maxwell blank tapes with the tissue in it to disc copies
to downloads in one click i’ll be
still rhyming when music is telepathic you can come sit by me
i’ll stare at you with the rawest thoughts
cnn? yall think news, cnn? i think war report
i say “big l,” you say “weed”, i say harlem’s boss
a legend i’m reppin for him and all that my sport has lost
hip-hop ain’t just a way of life
it’s all i know, it’s what fill up my kid’s cutty/cudi “day and night”
when it got soft, yall conformed, man i stand to fight
y’all went bathin apes i went ape in my favorite nikes
back the fuck back bredren
i brought it back when rap was defective
please don’t ask me no questions
friend or foe, speak quick
or i’ll put this foot back the fuck back where you leak shit

[hook]

Slaughterhouse - Throw That Ft Eminem Lyrics

Slaughterhouse - Throw That Ft Eminem Lyrics:

[eminem - hook]
she strips, to get tips
those lips and those childbearing hips
i’ll throw this, i’ll throw this dick on you girl (girl)
i’ll throw this, i’ll throw this dick on you girl (girl)

gonna make you feel me, gonna shake this building till i make you spill drinks
girl, this whole building is probably filled with little dingalings
but not me, i- i throw this dick on you girl
i throw this, i throw this dick on you girl

[royce da 5'9"]
they call me nickel nina aka (royce!) aka (throw dat dick?)
a player gotta keep a condom on cause we play safe
eh, then i’m taking the condom off cause i skeet they face
then i turn of jodeci cause they say “baby want you to stay but you can’t stay”
it aint trickin’ it if you gettin it, if you aint got that you aint ballin’
you mad, they call me botox up in hermes cause i help them get rid of all those bags
(all those bags) i throw this brick on you girl
then i drink up, whats your number?
i’ma throw this dick on you girl

she’s got it, ohhh she got all the homies in here
excited, ohh i dont really know how to describe it

the strippers love me and i love them too
my bitch gon be like what am i gon do witchu

[eminem - hook]

[crooked i]
i’m crooked i, aka fuck your girl
up up in the sky
when it come down, say “fuck the woooorld”
these strippers are sprung
my middle initial is awful richard and my nicknames
right on the tip of her tongue
the side of her mouth is dripping with (eh, eh-eh)
i’m drunk right now, stomped right now
tryna figure out how to get four chicks to sit on one chair
oh yeah, turn the chair upside down, upside down
i throw this grip on you girl
talking that handcuff you aint never coming home
man finna trip on your girl

she’s got it, ohhh she got all the homies in here
excited, ohhh, i dont really know how to describe it

baby you got some incredible skills
i want brain you want shoes
true love’s always head over heels

[eminem - hook]

[bridge]
i said yo yo
you got me on the string i’m dangling like a yoyo
you string me along and leave me hanging and thats a no no
in my world, cause i throw this thing on you girl

[joe budden]
look, they call me joe butt-in
i be around when them hoes strut in
this relationship is 50/50
if you meet me halfway i get the whole nut in
cause i’m in town, just one day now spin round
get ya face out the way
and just when she want an encore, i’m gone
i’m sorry i couldn’t stay

[joell ortiz]
they call me o-e double-l ortiz
aka yaowa, aka ah nuttin, i just got an ak in my jeans
can i spray your flower
i aint really tryna sit with you girl
when you finish that spit lets split
wheres your wrist let me throw this grip on you girl

she’s got it, ohhh she got all the homies in here excited,
ohhh, i dont really know how to describe it

…before this night is a blur, here’s my offer
that shit you did, do that with her
and both of you girls..?

[eminem - hook]
(throw dat dick)

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.

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]