SLAUGHTERHOUSE - Say Dat Then lyrics

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(Intro)

You got something on your mind nigga?

Say dat then

(Verse:Crooked I)

Well let me say it without worrying if my label o.k.

When Weapon Waist wildin out, man give him room

Used to have skeletons in my closet, but now they sit in my living room

Octomom, I picture putting more niggas in a hole than that bitch's womb

The street sweeper's the wicked witch's broom

A silver spoon, I never had it

I grew up mad at Anne Frank, cause the bitch lived in a better attic

(Say dat then)

I seen my share static, they say that it made me charismatic

Born leader who was born Libra in a foreign two seater with a porn diva

Blowin' reefer and pouring liters of vodka

Cause the feds freezing a nigga bread

I'm drinking thinking they gon' seize me even when I'm dead (Fuck 'em)

Killers in my backyard, in the dark with choppers while I'm sleepin' in my bed

Dreaming about Slaughterhouse, droppin' an album that's a chart topper

While I got these demons schemin' on my head

Even though I'm the realest

See, there wasn't enough violence in Menace to Society

To show you how Cali killers be chillin' in society

And the police, they hate me

Longbeach PD probably want to kill Eminem for signing me

Cause I was supposed to be a statistic

A ghost to me is realistic, my dead homie said 'say dat then'

(Verse: Joell Ortiz)

Guess this where I'm supposed to vent, huh?

Under scrutiny, all my oppurtunity went, huh?

Reality is I had more personality bent, huh?

Nonsense! Honestly my conscience is dealing with a constant

Conflict with the bullshit I've been doing

That I feel sobad about the second after it's accomplished

A compass, I need one of those cause I'm wandering in darkness

But I see straight, and it feels great being clean around this?

Being clean around this? (Say dat then)

Being clean around this garbage

Two stepping through this garden

Full of frozen cold snakes when you a lion, warm hearted

Bank account comma, but still get your undergarments from Target

With a penthouse apartment, kinda nigga still ready to piss in the elevator

And shake the doorman's hand before you go jogging

(Yaowa) I'm just a hood nigga, fuck it!

But I'm a good nigga fucking after that cat on my tongue

But never the cat got my tongue, my nigga (Say dat then)

So I could knock the dome off yo neck

Get your whole right eye socket broke with a left

You could go apeshit, fake prick and take flicks

With eight cliques, you still never posing a threat

If you gon' say something, say it then

(Interlude: 2Pac)

Hahaha my biiiig mouth

I got a big mouth, can't help it

Talk from my heart, real

You know what I'm saying?

Whatever comes comes

(Verse: Royce da 5'9")

You got something on your mind, nigga?

I made a living off of rhyming bout just how I feel at the moment

Right at this particular moment I'm in that zone where I'm wondering how far I could really get with just my diploma

Reflecting on how rap is a blessing

Feeling that same feeling before I fucked my first bad bitch that I got right after undressing

Feeling like 'am I about to get this?'

In yo head you hear it, that voice of confidence

That comes down on you from the heavens like 'yeah, you bout to get it'

Just hope that you don't stick yo dick in a dud

Cause that bitch could end up your wife, or your mistress

Or that chick the same type as your mistress

Or a chick that's just gon' draw your name with a stick in the mud

Rather intended or unintended

It all comes with a territory, no pun intended

I fell out with all of my friends like 'is it me or is it them?'

Angry like

'Shit, everybody can't be wrong, but a lot of these niggas just can't be right'

Therefore, I'll say it's their fault (Say dat then)

I fucking plan to, too many hoes out hear niggas done ran through

I'd rather roll through the valley and lay low

I done fell out of love and back in love again then out of love and back with my spouse more than Halley and J-Lo

If she left me, my inner self would shatter

I could leave her, cause I'm a selfish addict

The problem is, I just don't want nobody else to have her

If we split, I consider my health a hazard

Or else living in wealth and lavish

And as far as these niggas who want to kill me, you never get a chance

You a criminal chill with your subliminal twitter rants

You bigger than that, you just ain't bigger than me

You are literally killing me figuratively

I'm busy thinking about who hot and how they bit off me

If any one of you niggas jump on me, nobody gon' have to tell you that you should probably get off me

And that's off rip, bruh

Your contract killers can sign off richer

That little beef y'all talking is small things to a giant

Like Goliath been drinking that anaconda malt liquor

Slaughterhouse, we the nicest four fellas

And if that day should come that we should ever part ways

It'll just be an excuse for us to reunite at Coachella

(Verse: Joe Budden)

I heard them words and they stung my ear drum

Was told that cancer finally made it through his lungs

Some of y'all are blessed enough that y'all have no idea what the fuck I'm talking bout, cause y'all got no experience

So incase you hear this verse and think that there's the slightest chance that he'll survive

His cancer's on level four, and there's not a five

So my mother lose my mother, now my dad is losing his

From miles apart, wildest part is that's not the wildest part

What's outlandish is I too would want to vanish

Alcohol like Uncle Robin I'm blind and taking advantage

My aunt's supposed to be holding him down, but she sure to gain

Behind his back just took out another insurance claim

(Say dat then) Well indeed I will

They making all these alterations to his will

He can't even play his poker games in peace, y'all gotta chill

Like I can't decide if he's dying or y'all rather have him killed

I know a nigga's last breath shouldn't be this way

And if it was, I would panic too, tell me what's a man to do

Playing devil's advocate, none of it's understandable

I walk in the house and feel that energy as if it's tangible

Well, every rapper got a Cuban on looking like Marx

I'm just busy trying to get my Mark Cuban on

My Lyor Rick Rubin on, my Nas, Pac, Big, Jay, Em, and fusion on

To outrap any movement goin'. Gun on the couch shit

Wrong one to be running yo mouth with bars, no VH-1 it's mouse shit

If a nigga don't spit crack, go back and stock up

No harms, sometimes you got to stir it til it rock up

Been broken, been rich, been high, sober

Fucked almost every model twice over like I was living my life over

These niggas ain't got to like me, but after a decade in they all respect me

Shit, they don't even directly indirect me

It's cool though, back to business

Stacking these riches means caskets in ditches

With my Trues on living sacrilegious

It's Joe, looking like money all the pretty hoes can't help but look

Life gave me lemons, better be what Jordan Belfort took

Slaughter la familia, Glocks out over here

The schoolboy's with Kendrick, we dropouts over here

Uh, no offense cause them my niggas

And that list is short, you get the gist I'm sure

Joey