SLAUGHTERHOUSE - Fight Klub lyrics

rate me

Joey, no rules, gun shots no prob

No jewels, niggas say I got robbed

I'm still wearin my bling

And fuck 1st class I fly standin on Virgin America's wing

Nuts hang, knockin down sky scrapers

Take a piss, make it rain, I'm the American dream

Make it rain I ain't Pacman Jones

Nigga, balls and my word, all a black man owns

If you in that man zone, how you figure to gain

Can't bowl a 300 in another niggas lane

Better aim, you dealin with a 7 - 10 split

That's Long Beach cause we on some 710 shit

I been nice since 227 man shit

I am sick, and I'm never gettin better that's it

Give me somethin sharp to sever that prick

Like a group broke up I will dismember that click

I'm a veteran remember that shit

We some internet rappers?

Then why you on our internet dicks

We'll be there when it's war callin

Either we high or we fly or the floor fallin

I'm a Tommy Gun, it ain't no best

The rap game like the St. Louis vs New York battle, nobody won

A bunch of fuckin 2's, and 3's like zone defense

Please get at dude's Ortiz

Nah you beast em

Hold up, won't stop, can't stop, thank pops

Hard headed, gotta hit a wall first like a bank shot

Get it clear, a coke head's a thin line between friend or foe

Won't let this shit disappear

This fiscal year, I'm a stay hot buzzin

With dude's that help me shoot like A-rod cousin

Walk in my shoes and ya feet get callus

From Jersey City to Caesar's Palace

I speak with malice just to make sure the streets get salvaged

Real talk where would all of us be without it

Slaughterhouse no fear, too many dudes Tyson Chandler

Tried to leave their team and went nowhere

Like Tyson Chandler in the past niggas on some bullshit

Royce tell Preme I got a full clip

Niggas used to run when they saw Suge's face

Faster then Joey and Joell in a foot race

Now you ask me where the incident took place

Don't check the internet check hood space

You dealin with some intelligent creatures

I don't touch guns I draw with telekinesis

No finger prints on Crooked's mag

I'm mixed with good and bad like the Goodfellas and Jesus

First Biggie and Jay made it

I'll leave a bandana at your murder and make it gang related

The bitch at the Shoney's told me homie

Ortiz I'm the one and only

Pick a spot, I pick apart you dudes who pick a part

This ain't a movie, I feel bad like lookin at a pic of Pac

Niggas hearts gettin sparked, everytime I give an arc

To my wrist and it twists like a spliff when I'm sittin in the park

Tall corny niggas ain't makin a bigger mark

I'm Boose

You guppies unlucky you in a tank with a shark

Teeth crooked like my dog who just finished a vicious bark

Flick a dart through your top hat

Weak emcee's you cannot rap

Freq' where the drop at?

Now ya mad at Tahiri cause ya ass ain't famous

Get it nigga? Ya ass ain't famous

Quit talkin about me cause ya ass ain't dangerous

They call me Hustler cause my mag game henious

Show up to Detroit thinkin everybody loves you

And I'm a come and show you that your ass ain't Raymond

Dumbin every line, me fuckin bitches is like the cops

After a murder they comin everytime

Shelltoes, and

Still pushin elbows like a linebacker

And ya'll playin, my world wide bitches

On my world wide watch I call it the broad band