SLAUGHTERHOUSE - Warriors lyrics

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[Intro:]Check the scene, pappasSlaughterhouse, still standinThere was a murder last nightAnd the shit didn't really sit right with meSo I had to tell a storyOhhh baby! Blood on the walls, [Joe Budden]America's worst nightmare, ahead by light yearsHip-Hop's only shining star in the night's airRight here, don't fight fair, what I write yeahMight there, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chairI been where you tryin to be, I'm already hotAll about cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rockThey know my bar came venom in a bezzie rockKicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie BrockI'm goin for the kill, focused on a steady plotJohn Wilkes the Booth like when he dead aimed his nezzie shotYou listenin to hip-hop's finestYou rewind this, Slaughterhouse behind this[Joell Ortiz]I like rap, this shit is cool, I'm better than mad niggazBut I'm just as good a crack pitcher as a pad ripperI say that to say thisDon't let mad liquor turn me to a bodybag zipper and not a ad-libberCouple joints ago I was right on that ave wit'chaMad bigger than the cats David Tyree had last winterI'm not a made-up characterThat's a Puerto Rican Brooklynite with two kids y'allSee in them mag picturesAnd however I gotta feed 'em I willAll they ever gon' need in life is just, me and my willInterfere with that it's gon' be more than a beat that I killDisrespect with an indirect and you will see if I'm real[Crooked I]Fuck you blood-suckin parasitesI'm bringin the terror right in front of your parents' sightYou parents' eyes, and yeah I wear a pair of pipesI wear 'em like Sega like on a pair of thighsI'm Eric Wright, I'm (Ruthless), I terrorizeYou'll either perish or be paralyzed; I'm a thousand degrees FahrenheitI'm even keepin them heaters when we performOn stage rockin like we from Korn, the people roarWhat they don't know it's a secret warInside of a rider I'm seekin revenge on the world for bein born! And the desert eagle is "mi amor"She'll fuck you to death, blow your brains, either or cause she a whore[Royce Da 5'9"]Allow me to reassure your stripe's worthlessLike a pair of Diadora's when it leaves the Adidas storeDon't be comparin us to rappersCompare us to the Arabs, this a terrorist attack, uh - BOOM! Lord have mercy, we here to destroy EVERY-thingYou niggaz is butter in front a FUCKIN machete swingMotherfucker I'm fly, I ain't no scary goonTry me and I guarantee you I'ma see you very soonLeave a nigga ass out like Prince, take his bitchPut my (Graffiti Bridge) right (Under Her Cherry Moon) (woo! )We notorious, pushin them PorschesY'all niggaz the orphans; US, we the warriors[Interlude:]Ohhh, wait a minute papisRoyce, slow down baby[Joe Budden]This rap shit is a workout on my legs (why?)A nigga goin hard on his bike but two million dudes is jumpin on the pegsThey know when that raw shit get recordedEither let your speakers enforce it or lay down in a moshpitOf course it's the bosses, actin like officersRunnin in these corporate officesHungry lookin for a four-course dish no matter what the cost isLike the world's lawless so we don't know what remorse isCause the V need like a thousand horsesSlaughterhouse hoodie on, that's my new couture shitIt's Jumpoff! He be the bestComputers rank me number 1, blame the BCSIt's they fault nigga[Joell Ortiz]Ask about your boy, I'm nice with my handsMaybe that's why, every last thing I write is a jamMinus the fans, the flights to Japan, I am the manAnyone who feel they could see me is in dire need of a eye examMy mind expands wider than the fanbase of a fire bandAnd what I release from my diaphragmSticks to you, like the wrists of SpidermanFool a average listeners what you liars can do but you will die a scamWhen I die they will retire my entire handFor years of scripted whoop-ass, makin intruders try a canI guess the moral of the story is Joell's victoriousAnd e'rything's all gravy like Notorious[Crooked I]I left a nigga dead cause he said he was ready for ILet the Beretta give him wings since he said he was flyI'm in my Chevy ridin to "Bar Exam" and "Mood Muzik"They the closest to "Reasonable Doubt" and "Ready to Die"Crooked I, watch for snitches and wire devicesMy fo'-fifth, fire in crisis, lift you higher than pricesAll my ice, and on the mic, I am the nicestMe and my bitch ride for life like Osirus and IsisYeah, word to Run-D.M.C. I'm (Tougher Than Leather-face)Never threw a gun in the trash but they call me Weapon WaistIt's like you movin from the projects to the HamptonsThe way my hammers be sendin bastards to a better place[Royce Da 5'9"]Let me set it straight, they fans been led astrayNiggaz keep gassin with guns with unleaded sprayThey don't know they one flow, one medic awayFrom bein taken away from here in the leaded stateI handle all of my serious issues with metalI stick you so deep in the earth your zipper can tickle the devilI'm skippin the pick and the shovelI'm pickin you up and I'm shovin your head in the mudUntil your kickings is levelPardon I live for the moment, you rhymin I give the atonementLike the Indians, I scalp and I wig the opponent (yeah)But I'm a chief, matter fact I'm a BEASTI'm a motherfuckin Slaughterhouse GBOOM!

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