Juggernauts Slaughterhouse

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Hey, we ain’t really gotta keep going through this
If anybody wanna rap circles 'round you, my nigga, we 'bout to do it
You about that bitch, dough, and that swag, that’s it
Let me talk about us, we about that bitch, dough and that swag
We about that sitting on that ave
And because we sitting on that ave
We about that pistol in that bag
We about that fist fight, only after we grab a fist full of that cash
We about that get right, what you have perceived the least but not last
We are the sickest scribbling with that pen, that pencil and that pad
And y'all talking this and that, so what
My clique can wrap my dough up
Now picture that, I write the sloppiest verses down you seen
I hand it in for green
So I can buy all of my bitches bags with the stacks
And call the cash chicken scratch
Slaughter baby we just getting warm
Y'all ain't fucking nothing we can't fuck
Y'all ain't driving nothing we can't drive
If we can't afford it we just take yours
See ya'll little niggas just misinformed
Shady blew up, took the game, turn around
And ten years later he gave it to the

[Hook x2: Eminem]
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