SLAUGHTERHOUSE - Who I Am lyrics
rate me[Intro]
House gang woo
House gang x4
You know how we ride
Sl playing SLV
Talk that talk to ‘em
[Verse 1: Crooked I]
Guess who back turning the track into mince meat
For diabetics with diarrhea thinking shits sweet
A thug MC, even though I’m all about money
I found time to throw it away with Swizz Beatz
House gang, hardest fools round
Dime winds up, garden tools down
Black rolls royce riding up that coast
Niggas left me for dead, I came back in that ghost
The Resurrection, can’t spell sex without the letter X
So this is a letter to every ex I’m sexing
I get the best oral no question
Pectoral shit, we out shear flexing
Yeah, thats the slaughterhouse team
Looking down on ballers as if were as tall as Yao Ming
Fly is what we are without wings
Its like scientist studying the environment we all about green
[Hook: SLV]
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They thought I wouldn’t get far
From a nobody to a star
Whats there to take from me
You to do it mistakenly
I’m still here, amazingly
I thank god for making me
Who I am
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
These raps from a smokers lung
Climb the ladder to success get the broken (?)
See I’m now never guessed it was token (?)
Box full of some pills, I might open one
I guess the cops didn’t learn that these word won’t faze them
Living my mind, how can bars ever cage them
Give me a break, I’m a “Law Abiding Citizen”
I’mma kill a cell mate if enough is at stake
Some say that I’m thorough got it fucked up I just say what I mean
It was never bout money I was chasing a dream
Now the roofs getting raise I can’t beat the machine
I take being the sickest way over being the richest
If you focus on me I ain’t doing that bad
Right there in the (?) I Solemnly swear
The joke is on me, I still got the last laugh
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
My real name my rap shit
No bed-frame just a mattress
Tryna light the stove looking for a pack of matches
Listening to HOV instrumentals getting practice
Flicking (?) ashes
Inner zip lock from an old package
Niggas better be lucky that I’m so passive
I’m a blow past like a coke habit
You afraid of me, ufradi river flow massive
I sit a (?) fitted over (?) jacksons
Jeans horseshoe under the horse polo relaxing
With a horse shotgun on the porch letting the horse brag
You’ll be going horse tryna call a cab
I’m everywhere with the newyorker swag
Got me at cancer and massachusetts
I’ll be throwing in the bostin crab
Here’s a toast to the streets when you eat you food down to bone/bon
Appetite so don’t turn your cheek
My real name my rap shit
The messiah of real rap shit
Nod your head make a face like you sitting on the toilet
And its real hard to crap shit
Yeah I make that shit
For the gang clappers on a sober night
Been pushing over to the right you know
Switch your (?) backwards
I wrote a track with a (?) in my (?)
So who the fuck said I don’t do this for the back packers
One hit of my piff and you cough
Got pot top nocth at minimum cost
Do me a favour takes your little nicks and get lost
The only time you get a P is when I’m pissing you off
My name ringing them (?)
My saying the same thing I’m (?)
I can still chill in the field where they kill cause I’m real never (?)
[Hook]<br />
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