Joe Budden - We Outta Here lyrics
rate me<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>
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<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>
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<i>[Royce]</i> Ortiz!<br>
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<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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