How quick are you gonna get up Slaughterhouse Presents, The Way It began "Let's see now First thing I can remember is an evening years back The four of us was together even then And from that time on, nothing was ever gonna be quite the same again Yeah,

And the sun is gonna shine Every winter was a war she said I want to get what's mine Jezebel wasn't born with a silver spoon in her mouth She probably had less than every one of us But when she knew how to walk she knew How to bring the house down Can't

I'm wide awake I'm wide awake and I'm goin' crazy Now honey how 'bout you? Girl I know it's late for me to be callin' But what else was I gonna do I woke up with a heart full of love And no one around to give it to It's just me here staring up at the

How dare you, I miss you They say I'll be OK But I'm not going to ever get over you But you went away Weather man said it's gonna snow By now I should be used to the cold Mid-February shouldn't be so scary It was only December I still remember the

Show me the way To get to Soulville, baby Show me the way to go home That's where I belong Oh, yeah (oh, yeah) Right on down to Soulville I'm gonna eat soul food It'll make you quick Over the candlestick

Love don't let me down Don't let me down I've been a hard man Been a lonely man Then I saw the light in your eyes this morning And somehow I knew I was gonna take a chance with you Try to see this through So I'll be hopin' you

I was born to be somebody And this world will belong to me I'll light up the sky like lightning I'm gonna rise above Show 'em what I'm made of I was born to be I can feel it Ain't nothin' that's ever gonna stop me

How long, how long you gonna keep How long, how long baby How long has it been How long you gonna keep me wondering How long before you see Stallin' me was wrong Slappin' my hand away How long you gonna keep my love at bay

Let there be rock In the beginning Back in nineteen fifty five Man didn't know about a rock 'n' roll show And all that jive The white man had the smoltz The black man had the blues No one knew what they was gonna do But Tchaikovsky had the news

Yes, I guess it was me, for us to guess That we're gonna have to be free Can't strain my brain I can't strain my brain I know how it feels to worry all the time I can't take the pain I know how it feels to worry over, just a dime Keep on runnin', when