"Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side" (Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side) Ladies and gentlemen, fresh! T.I.P., hey! I know a lot of y'all niggas out there, man who ain't up on this down south shit

"I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death" "I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testing" "Y'all know my steelo" "There ain't an army that could strike back" Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto Your luck low, I didn't

That's the story of That's the glory of love Give a little, take a little And let your little heart just cry a little Y'all, I know what I'm talking about Sigh a little, yeah, cry just a little And let that old wind just blow right on by a little, yeah I

(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

You know it ain't right just to treat me this a way. Well, you know it ain't right just to treat me this a way. Well, you know, my baby, have you home one day. You know it ain't right just to treat me like you do. Well, you know it ain't right just to

Clap Your Hands Everybody I'm Singing This Love Is Unbreakable We're Living Our Dreams No Thing, No Money, No Sin, No Temptation,Talking 'Bout Nothing But Y'all Know We'll Be Back Next Week Like The People On TV Through The Technical Difficulties

Blow that dope, dope 'Cause you spend too much time with your friends, fuck y'all doing? Hey Spending money on strip clubs and drugs, I knew it Damn shawty, you know love ain't the same way I do it I'm the only drug you need to get you through it I

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

Most of y'all all sound all the same With your fancy cars and your diamond rings Don't you know it's about to change? What are you so afraid of? The emcee, master of ceremonies My pen be faster, how dare you phonies? That temp me, run back and your

Keep a place for me, for me It's nothing, it's nothing Know you gotta leave, leave, leave Take down some summer time Give up, just tonight, night, night Know you got someone comin' You're spitting game, oh you got it I'll sleep between y'all, it's nothing