Hammer Dance Slaughterhouse

[Produced by AraabMUZIK]

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
My real name, my rap shit
No made up nigga, I'm straight up, nigga
Still in the projects where I came up, nigga
On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten, getting my weight up, nigga
I'm no shooter, but my shooters'll have your brain exposed
But I'll shoot five in a second, homie, and break your nose
Talking past, I'm dead ass, I was living
Life fast with my pistol in the grab
Digging in my ass tryna finish up the last so I can sit it in a stash
Old E. sweat dripping from the bag
Milk crates sitting on the ave
While I'm looking left and right for them niggas with the badge
My mom's dishes really had crack on 'em
12 12s and I kept that shit packed for 'em, yeah they came back for 'em
I can paint it so vivid cause I really lived it
If rap fail, I stack bail, and show you how to get it!

[Chorus Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm in the club, bottle in hand doing my two step
While I got my gun in my pants, call it the hammer dance
Bitches dancing on a nigga, when they feel the gun
I tell 'em we're doing the hammer dance
Two steppin' with my weapon on me
You good? I'm just checking, homie
Fam-a-lam, you don't stand a chance
While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance