SLAUGHTERHOUSE - Ya Talkin lyrics

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Slaughterhouse

Drama

Slaughterhouse

Some niggas talk that real shit

Others acute it

Some niggas get real brag and go just with it

Others they just go where they go

Where they go, it go, know what I mean?

You don’t even acknowledge that shit is as dead nigga

I ain’t got more to say about it

My voice does

These niggas actin’ like I’ve reached my prime

They keep yappin’, lemme speak my mind

When y’all keep talkin’ I try to stay calm

Thinkin’ how could you let a few negative communists make you perspire by your armpits

When you got your idle right by your arm shit

And you’re only surrounded by monsters

Getting harnet just for sellin’ Benny what I’ve accomplished

And your chick’s still got my dick in the back of her mind right around by the time she’s with you

For those who try to run greatness, today is your bedtime

Before I spuke whack cooks and dead lines

I would do fair time

And give me time to rap over your deadline

If it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t happen

Fuck it, I’ve been bubblin’ from thuggin’ and rappin’

Capturin’, publishin’, travellin’ through the underground quietly

Under their noses like Tublin and Chaplin

You new school shooters, you’re nothing

I’m from the old school like mullin’ and packs

And you’re bugged out till you bug an assassin

I’m dead accurate, run into me, I’m a led accident

Pardon my birddog threads if I don’t appear passionate

They hear that last shit and think that I’m here for fashion

Till I take off my glasses and hat and that shirt

When they fuck the whole goddamn earth

I’m bare back in it

I rev and listen to the sound

Spittin’ 13 shells till they hear clowns talkin’, first week’s sale

They don’t know what they’re talkin’ ‘bout

The writers inside the Slaughterhouse

The liars decided to walk it out

Long as we real we know that the fake won’t employ us

We believe in fate though the fate won’t destroy us

In muddy waters as long as satan tongue is avoided

We don’t give a fuck if pitchfork don’t support us

They say that problem marshal probably restored order

Why they rolling over a dollar looking for change?

Now I’m here and I’m providing them full of quarters

Courtesy of my boy Porter

As I’m submerged in this coy sporter

Probly ridin’ around with a bird in boy shorts

Swervin’ in a Panamera 4 door Porsche

Pressin’ the pedal to the medal to let it breathe

I fuck her and tell her we can never be and she should let it be

Drop her off wherever and drive home to the nag and his bitch ever tell ‘er she the queen?

And I would never leave and that’s my life

Hated and loved I’m like when reality and lightning strikes at the same damn time

Cuz I came from above it

Me and this gun keep discussin’

New rules have changed but fuck it with discussion

Just hang in the budget

Me and insane completely the same

My brains just retains genius things

Even though my memory suck all I remember to do is get fuck this up

You just bang my enemies up

Something like that, I can’t remember, dang

I came from pennies to up, form denies to dealin’ with puff

Like fuck denies I’m famous

I’m payin’ my dues by payin’ for shoes

And crucks for my cuz, that’s what I do

Huh I’ve got to count cash to do math

All I need to know it’s if you’re losin’ you winnin’ negative and winning’s a plus

I’m the general of the tic tic team

Which means your 15 minutes is up

I’m sprinting and yea that does

You’re chasing us minds and you in it and I ain’t got it

Say who win it

The only time I slowed down is when it where I turned around and said eat it my dust after I finish my cup

You rap new jacks, who rap?

You can do like pookie from new Jackie

Go to the other side after you finished my dust

You burnt up by the other side like pookie

You’ll end up another actor that died because he lied

Now it resides inside of an urn for tryna earn trust

I earned it because I don’t trust nothing but my gun and my gut

This is how I’m cut

Rich enough to cut one of you little bittie bitin’ ass niggas in

You’ll be rich from just getting the little bittie bit of my cut

My bitch fly bruh

I’m hovin’ over while I’m fuckin’ over you

I’m holdin’ her thighs up

Tell your homies and friends that I’m fuckin the friendly skies up

Don’t thinks this kid fish drivin’ while I’m nuttin’ out ignite

If you’re lyin’ ridin’ round and I’m getting it

Like 2 Chainz, in order for you lames to hit me

You gotta find me and bomb me like I’m Saddam Hussein

Never fuckin’ doin’ it, no

We got it

Niggas<br />

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