[Intro: Sway Calloway]
Alright, look. I seen these guys backstage. I'ma say it right now: There isn't a group in the rap game today, that lyric for lyric, can out-rap these next dudes. I know it for a motherfucking fact. I know it 'cause I'm from the West Coast and I was there when Crooked I first came on the scene. When Joell Ortiz first came on the scene. When Joe Budden first came on the scene, and one of the illest lyricists in the game, when Royce Da 5'9 first came on the scene! Welcome to: Our House, give it up for Slaughterhouse!
[Hook: Sly Jordan]
Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to ya
You ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through ya
I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio
Sounds like I got an AK dumping straight through the radio
If you tryna be target practice, you finally found a shooter
Soon as I pull my gun I know that someone's gonna
Die, die, die, die
Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei
Tonight
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Nigga, this that shooter music, I'm about that life so much
I might go touch my rifles butt and my dick just might go up
Nigga, that nostril on that rifle'll knock the snot right out you
Try me and I try out ya
The drum on the gun is Beta like Phi Alpha
But there ain't no frat niggas in the hood be calling me Tackleberry
And if he's iron, he will have him a easier time trying
To put on some pads and go in and try to tackle Barry
Then he go against this god damn G4 buying, Detroit lion
I'm about that life so much I might go golf
Trying to get me a hole-in-one to remind me of like when I go off
Homicidal thoughts, bodies outlined in chalk by the time it's dark
Dahmer signing his name on a dotted line with a bloody body part
I don't give a fuck if they wilding, I got a clip full of fucking Ray Allens
Selling that Sarah Palin, in broad day or Letterman Fallon
When I shoot this iron, all you hear is hooping and hollin' like
(Bombs away) Bootsy Collins
Alright, look. I seen these guys backstage. I'ma say it right now: There isn't a group in the rap game today, that lyric for lyric, can out-rap these next dudes. I know it for a motherfucking fact. I know it 'cause I'm from the West Coast and I was there when Crooked I first came on the scene. When Joell Ortiz first came on the scene. When Joe Budden first came on the scene, and one of the illest lyricists in the game, when Royce Da 5'9 first came on the scene! Welcome to: Our House, give it up for Slaughterhouse!
[Hook: Sly Jordan]
Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to ya
You ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through ya
I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio
Sounds like I got an AK dumping straight through the radio
If you tryna be target practice, you finally found a shooter
Soon as I pull my gun I know that someone's gonna
Die, die, die, die
Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei
Tonight
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Nigga, this that shooter music, I'm about that life so much
I might go touch my rifles butt and my dick just might go up
Nigga, that nostril on that rifle'll knock the snot right out you
Try me and I try out ya
The drum on the gun is Beta like Phi Alpha
But there ain't no frat niggas in the hood be calling me Tackleberry
And if he's iron, he will have him a easier time trying
To put on some pads and go in and try to tackle Barry
Then he go against this god damn G4 buying, Detroit lion
I'm about that life so much I might go golf
Trying to get me a hole-in-one to remind me of like when I go off
Homicidal thoughts, bodies outlined in chalk by the time it's dark
Dahmer signing his name on a dotted line with a bloody body part
I don't give a fuck if they wilding, I got a clip full of fucking Ray Allens
Selling that Sarah Palin, in broad day or Letterman Fallon
When I shoot this iron, all you hear is hooping and hollin' like
(Bombs away) Bootsy Collins
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