Move On (Remix) Slaughterhouse (Ft. Iffy & Iyanna Dean)

[Intro: Joell Ortiz]
YAOWA What's up my nigga
You say your name is John
Joell Ortiz
Yeah yeah I know I'm familiar with the interview shit
I know what you gon' ask
I got you, don't even stress it

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
No I don't respond with answers that fit a script
So the repetition'll make a nigga flip
We in the game of smoke and mirrors, those engineering a bigger spliff
Blowing circles out they mouth, getting praised but the shit'll shift
I never lived a myth, if I said it I did it
Never alleged, word to dead I grip the fifth (boom!)
I made my housing tenement a strip, movin' medicine and nicks
When I seen 'em comin' I jetted from them pricks
And still to this day, though she clean, I wish my mommy never sniff
But the hurt is makin' me better with this gift
I'm live with this ink you could, die in a blink and
Y'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and
Motherfucker, sometimes I cry when when I think and
Y'all ain't there when them tears bein' dried by the sinkIt was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner
I ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters (haha!)
Set up to be loser but was made to be a winner (look)
If they paint Hip-Hop I bet my face be in the picture
If they wrote a rap bible bet my name be in the scriptures
If shorty say I'm her idol bet her face be in my zipper (woo!)
I came a long way from the staples in my scrilla
Stains on my pants, hardly had a gut
The ladies ain't wanna dance so house parties would suck
All my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a couple
Nah I ain't complaining, just tellin y'all what it is
So if y'all going through it now just know that another kid
Made something outta nothing, well I'm fronting, I was never nothing
Older ladies used to tell my mother "Ain't he something?"
I look at a lot of you cats and laugh
Cause I'm the shit man, and y'all ain't even passing gas
When I spit I'm the definition of mastered craft
And all y'all ask about is Aftermath
Motherfucker move on!