"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

Get over yourselves, fucker Get over yourselves, sucker We made it, we made it, we made it But we did it our way, our way, our way Though it took some time but we finally made it Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way Rap rap niggas We them

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

I fuck with nothing but gangstas Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut! I fuck with nothing but my clique Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut! I put my money on my clique, hot shit Coming out the barrel of my fifth

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

Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to you You ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through you I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio Sounds like I got an AK dumping straight to the radio If

(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

Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse This your man Royce Da 5'9" This your dude Crooked I Man, Jump off Joe Beezy It's Joell Ortiz Yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, just remember Little niggas get your weight up fuck y'all, pay up My bars

And no more gods No more pain Release from rotten thoughts Under the ice you will be free Welcome to the slaughterhouse Under the ice you will believe Released from rotten thoughts Remember the oath Try to understand

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