Joe Budden

Joe Budden - We Outta Here lyrics

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<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. Royce Da 5'9", Joell Ortiz, Crooked I)</B></FONT><BR><BR>

<i>[Intro: Royce]</i><br>

Your left shoulderrrrr (HUT!)<br>

Your right shoulderrrrr (HUT!)<br>

<i>[gunfire]</i><br>

Your left shoulderrrrr (HUT!)<br>

Your right shoulderrrrr (HUT!)<br>

<i>[whistle blows]</i><br>

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<i>[female]</i> Slaughter<br>

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<i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i><br>

Poppa-Poppa Pistol stuck his dick in Momma Missile<br>

and created Mr. Got-to-Get-You if he opposite just split<br>

You niggaz bitches cranberry like a vodka mixer<br>

Whippin bitches niggaz black, ass like a cotton picker<br>

Bomb through debris - I'm holdin two pistols<br>

in the form of a crosshair, I am armed to the T<br>

I put on for my city, I take off for whoever<br>

think I'm soft for my job of rappin, go back to clappin<br>

Back to illin, back to dealin, back to coc-a-ina<br>

Up the nose, that's the feelin, sky the limit, that's the ceilin<br>

And the women is the whores, puttin numbers up for sales<br>

It's the score into hell, it's the feel, it's the feel<br>

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<i>[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" - singing with AutoTune]</i><br>

I can make noise when the gat blowwwww-ooooooh-oooh<br>

The Slaughterhouse boys make the gat blowwwww-ohhhhh-ooooh<br>

It's a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouuuuuuuse<br>

We outta here, we outta here, we outta here<br>

It's a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse<br>

We outta here, we outta here, we outta<br>

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<i>[Joe Budden]</i><br>

<i>[starts off screwed]</i> I live my life like a hood bopper<br>

touched by evil, all about bread and evil<br>

Regular people lookin like bread to eagles with the desert eagle<br>

Cordially they forcin me to act accordingly<br>

When according to me my thoughts disorderly just like they outta be<br>

It's more to me in accord to me<br>

Just mad at the smoke and the mirrors, image, perceptions and the forgery<br>

Everything is a fraud to me<br>

So until the boys wake up, me and my boys make up<br>

Be with the toy sprayers, aimin noise makers at the noise makers (blam)<br>

Best group ever, group of whoever who do it better<br>

Bets placed on it (nigga!) number one got our face on it<br>

And I make a case on it, treason<br>

Every twelve months it's huntin season<br>

They call us Slaughterhouse for a reason!<br>

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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>

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<i>[Royce]</i> Crooked!<br>

<br>

<i>[Crooked I]</i><br>

Piano face Audemars, you haters know the time<br>

Drug abusin fourth-grader, I mean a loaded nine<br>

Hits in the stash, Ferrari Spider, the road is mine<br>

Like lap dancers and bad brakes, I'm on the grind<br>

So tell Officer Crawford that this is (Slaughterhouse)<br>

And I left the next black president in his daughter's mouth<br>

Swallow my kids then I'm like, "Yo I gotta bounce"<br>

Ben Franklin's a math genius and every dollar counts<br>

We takin over the game, go at you little wussies<br>

(Why?) Cause that's the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy<br>

Somethin bad is emergin<br>

Slaughter's blowin up like a suicide bomber promised 70 virgins nigga<br>

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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>

<br>

<i>[Royce]</i> Ortiz!<br>

<br>

<i>[Joell Ortiz]</i><br>

One quarter of Slaughter reportin to you live <br>

from a corner where reporters stop by<br>

Since somebody playin pow-pow<br>

shots fly out a glock-9 'til you cooked like a potpie<br>

Take a look at everybody in my crew <br>

bet you can't find a member of the squad that is not fly<br>

Anybody say they can see us they either lyin <br>

or not wearin they glasses, apparently cock-eyed<br>

We don't shit, we ca-ca<br>

We don't spit, we emit lava<br>

Got a grip on these hip-hoppers like a big lobster<br>

Everybody know the deal when the hear the kid YOWWA!<br>

Goo-goo, ga-ga, baby cryin 'bout the internet<br>

They get on the site but they showed me and Joe the other night <br>

takin flights then lightin up a cigarette<br>

Motherfucker we ill, not one insect step short of the best thing<br>

Everything we touch make they head swing and, y'all ain't really interestin<br>

Throw a shot, and our fans do the interceptin<br>

You got the crowd fooled but I ain't really into wrestlin (into wrestlin)<br>

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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>

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