We Go Hard Slaughterhouse

[Intro: Royce da 5'9"]
Slaughterhouse movement
Y'all niggas ain't with us then what the fuck is y'all doin'?
Bitches!

[Interlude: Crooked I]
Yeah, Brooklyn go hard
So does Long Beach
Ugh
"Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard"
Crooked he go hard, he go hard (ya love hip hop)
Crooked he go hard, he go hard
We still love this shit
What's up my niggas?
I gotta re-educate my young niggas
It's ya boy! 20 and under
We bout to flip this shit over again
Listen

[Verse One: Crooked I]
I grind hard, treat a cop like an irrelevant wuss
So many pounds in the trunk call it elephant kush
You evidence givin', Sammy Gravanos
Couldn't step in my Ferragamos
Even if you threw 'em at president Bush
I'm back go start my controversy then pass to Rick Warren
Whup ass, you bastards spit borin', you have to get quaran-
'Tined, from the wack disease
I lean back with ease, S-Class with six warrants
Strapped with deez guns costin' an arm and a leg like amputees
I go hard, and I ain't tryin' to say nothin' to rappers gettin' money
But I got a message for west coast DJs
With C.O.B. in the club, I better hear some fuckin' "G-Thang"
And I don't wanna hear no AutoTune if it ain't T-Pain
Wait, I like that 'Ye shit, I must admit
You other niggas... Nah, fuck that shit!
The miseducation of this generation for revenue
They missed innovation, this information they never knew
Why I gotta dumb down? Take a look at my house, nigga
I'm in my master bedroom like a house nigga
Your crib on the hill ain't fuckin' with ours
I'm so close to the Little Dipper
The stripper I'm fuckin'? Her nipples is touchin' the stars
Nah, I ain't flossin' in a recession
I'm talkin' to rappers fuckin' off our profession
If I can't spit bars and still live large
And still whip cars, I'm killin' who's in charge
Even when I drop simple shit
The most intricate jewels are in every line
I just hide 'em behind the instruments, instrumentals
Maybe I'm sentimental, bumpin' Nas when I'm in the rental
I'll kill a pig, come visit me cause I'm in a kennel
Gangsta rap, I'm gangsta plus I rap, strictly coincidental
I grew up around Crips with prison tats
Dealers who made a killin' in the hood but they ain't givin' back
But they come to my show, I gotta give 'em that
They will kidnap niggas dissin' my fitted cap
Long Beach, niggas doin' drive-bys in hybrids
You like a dick in a dyke's privates
You never go in, I go all out
Pull a sawed off out, make you go the alternative route
I mean fall out, boy, y'all know who I am
I'm ill as yellow sneakers fam, shit god damn