I ain't ever ran on my niggas, never took a stand on my niggas I will never jam up my niggas, real nigga shit, R.N.S R.N.S, R.N.S, R.N.S, R.N.S, R.N.S Once upon a time in the projects, yo I'm at a cee lo game and my dice hit 4 That nigga rolled a 3 but I

Back on the scene Crispy and clean Slaughterhouse! back on the scene Here we go yo, here we go Pick it up yo, here we go Slaughterhouse family, ridin' like a taxi And yeah, I'm like Dres, I am like the black sheep

I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops And the raindrops keep on falling I said they keep on falling Tear drops in the pillow on my bed Still trying to keep my head up Know you'd rather see me dead And they keep on falling (Slaughterhouse yo)

I don't be fuckin' around on that microphone Niggaz know I get it in on that microphone "The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone" Too many Indians and no chiefs I pull out the pistol when I pull no piece I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes Lookin'

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 Uh, bitches dancing on a nigga when they feel the gun I tell 'em we doing the hammer dance Uh, two steppin' with my weapon on me You good? I'm

(What up, what up, what up) Buy another coffin Y'all know what it is, cause we do it often Caught another body, buy another coffin We burn shit down, blow torch scorching Slaughterhouse bitch, buy another coffin Slaughterhouse! Bussa Buss! Somebody

The lunatics now run the asylum The doctors are dead, nurses are tied up They've taken it over and barricaded themselves inside it I said the lunatics now run the asylum I walk around with OJ's glove knowing it fit Fif to the toilet we taking over this

Not tonight (heyyyy!) (heyyyy!) not tonight Not tonight (hoooo!) Ladies and gentlemen (heyyyy! hoooo!) Slaughterhouse (heyyyy!) Slaughterhouse in the place to be, see And we got what it takes to rock the mic

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,

I don't need a hook for this one I'm, cuckoo! My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny My guns be, goin "eh" for the love of money Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you Luger lasagna Hula hoop, hold ya, I'll put your noodles behind ya Take your takeaway, show