House Rules (Intro) Slaughterhouse

[Intro: Joell Ortiz]
Hold up, hold up, le—lemme start it y'all
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[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Yeah, niggas the gang's back again (woo)
Royce giving his beard a scratch again
Crooked lit a Cuban, Joe acting like he tweetin'
But he do that once the track begin (uh-huh)
I'm just nibbling on this plastic pen (Slaughter)
This sounding like the beginning of a tape (yeah)
Usually yellow, you yellow bellies can pick a fake (uh)
We ain't have to go soft to get this cake
I watched niggas skate for figures
Throw away rollerblades for figure skates (ew)
I'm just a rough New Yorker fuckin' bitches
That only listen to Drake
Every night's dinner date, hater get a plate (bon appétit)
I tell shorties pick a steak, but make sure it's to go (why?)
In case I want to stop eating to fuck your face (Hahaha!)
Mouth full, give me mouth drool, oh, is it Throwback Thurs'?
You want that back blown out? Cool (cool)
But you ain't 'bout to, just B.o.B sittin' on that couch, boo (nah)
That ain't how it go, you know the House Rules