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The Illest-Slaughterhouse (Lyrics)
#1
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Rusty nine getting gully on the roof
This so rough, I left my skully on in the booth
I drag my tin boots through the gutter with the troops
That'll fire at you while you with your mother on the stoop
Ain't nothin nice, filling five cent cups with ice
Ass crack stuffed with the stuff that the custies like
My flow inspired by popo riding by
Cause little Jojo let the 44 iron fly
So expect nothing but heat from me, when the beat ugly
I sour dollar spit, ain't nothing sweet money
So whoever say Ortiz hungry is lying
I’m starving, I’m famine, man I act like I never eat sonny
I keep ya head nodding, when the bass pumping
And you can hate cousin, but don’t say something
And no face muggin’, I’m S-H-A-D-Y
Slaughterhouse all day, youngin'

[Hook: Notorious B.I.G.]
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who’s the illest
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who’s the illest

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
Yeah, rappers in danger
Crooked I was born in a California manger
God of the West coast, know the flow nice
When you’re signed to Shady/Aftermath and used to be on Death Row
What if my, gun and I, sing you a lullaby
Nullify your skull in 5 seconds by putting a slug inside
Run and hide, I’m on some money goon shit
Married to the streets, honeymoon shit, yeah, fuck a bride
I’m 'bout to go Van Gogh and I have to reach
For slavery guns, that mean I draw a masterpiece
I spit bars quick as a spliff sparks
Writtens’ll kick start, split you in six parts
Which part if I’m the shit and you a skid mark did you not get?
Put you in a ditch when it’s pitch dark, make your bitch suck my dick, clark
Thats what you get, heard that you a snitch
Now get that tattoo that say life, cause you a bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
I left the mask home and bury something, no disguise
It couldn't get more official if it was notarized
I won't depend on a jeweler for you to know it's fly
Top of the chain of command if I’m playing my hand, no bet on a overide
Who think they over I hoping they vocalize
This ain't even a group, just one real nigga multiplied
This could end brutally if you tryna get fast
I put my life on it like it was math
Better pray that this vicodin last, if not rappers are in danger
Niggas is in a box, I’m tired of rappers in a Wrangler
Will clap and rearrange ya, but I hate to make my pyschiatrist right
And it’s exactly what she said will happen with my anger
You can’t relate to it, how you gon’ measure it, broke
Can’t treasure it, jokers just embezel it
It’s time to separate the realness from the rhetoric
I figure one statement from B.I. should help to settle this…

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Royce Da 5'9"]
I said I’m gunning for the motherfucking king
Like the historical terrace shot
I’m sittin’ in a Hilton rich like Paris' pops
Spread money around the whole town like heiress twat
Compare us not, I’m a terrible terrorist plot
You the character carrot top, while I’m stomping on barriers 'til my era stops
Like a tricerotops when I’m done roaming this earth
Bury my bones in Mariah or Carey's/Keri’s box
Who you know answer with gun
Shady’s our home, we live with the GOAT like Julio from Sanford and Son
We're the problem with a problem, got no love for my foes
Y'all just wearing red bottoms, I got blood on my sole
We are dope, we are postal, we not social
On Twitter we block Oprah and Deepak Chopra
Y’all niggas think ya’ll fucking with us cause people quote ya singles
Yeah right, you making ya fucking point with broken fingers
My dreams fulfilled like this cup full of potent tequila
And I’m bout to raise up and toast to dreamers

[Outro: B.I.G.]
Get your writing crew, get your writing crew
And they dopest rhymes, I get up in that ass everytime
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who’s the illest?
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#2
good shit no mistakes at all +1
and people were tlking about how crookeds shit lacked that wow factor read that shit below and think about wut you said:

Crooked I was born in a California manger
God of the West coast, know the flow nice
When you’re signed to Shady/Aftermath and used to be on Death Row

I’m 'bout to go Van Gogh and I have to reach
For slavery guns, that mean I draw a masterpiece

Now get that tattoo that say life, cause you a bitch
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#3
listen again im pretty sure its "I’m 'bout to go Van Gogh when* I have to reach for slavery guns, that mean I draw a masterpiece" other than that good shit
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