33 lyrics for "Slaughterhouse!"

Joey, no rules, gun shots no prob No jewels, niggas say I got robbed I'm still wearin' my bling And fuck first class, I fly standin' on Virgin America's wing Nuts hang, knockin' down sky scrapers Take a piss, make it rain, I'm the American dream Make it
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This is my motherfucking life (my life, oh yeah) Jets fly private, nigga S5 hybrid, baby test drive my whip This is my motherfucking life S-l-a u-g-h t-e-r-h-o-u-s-e Yes we are the best in the biz The west in the bitch This eastside money over coochie
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We-we, we lyrical murrrrrrrrrrrderers "This is the life, we gone!" - "I ain't with the leanin and rockin That ain't even seen as a option..." You're nothin without (Focus) Woo, Long Beach (lay your seats back) New Jersey (turn your speakers up)
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"You're no good I have to cut you loooooose, you loooooose" Woo! Hello hip-hop, goodbye music It's like a love-hate relationship Ridin' in the Ferrari while takin' trips Compared to beer takin' sips Sittin somewhere in a Camaro with racin' strips Either
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On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird In the kitchen In the kitchen (putting work) I will cop a key and put it on the scale Said I'm here for money making, I've done lost 'bout all my patience Beat almost all my cases, thought I'd covered
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I'll throw this, I'll throw this dick on you, girl (girl) To get tips Those lips and those childbearing hips Gonna make you feel me, if I gotta shake this building 'til I make you spill drinks Girl, this whole building is probably filled with lil'
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Goodbye, goodbye, so long, farewell I'll see you again in the afterlife But it's not the end of the chapter I remember it like it just happened I could've sworn it was a dream But in reality it hit me like a nightmare Or at least that's how it seemed I
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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
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Sex, and drugs, and dirty money On the race to rule the world, you Cut your teeth on fame and diamonds Your time is up now Three, Two, one one one one one one one one one one (We number) one one one one one one one one one
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Welcome to the frat house I'ma hold my own, yeah Bitches laying on the floor like it's a crack house I got a house full of bitches, niggas, it is going down Condoms, kegs, liquor, weed, pills I’ma hold my own, yeah Bitches laying on the floor like it’s a
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