Our Way (Outro) Slaughterhouse

[Intro Royce da 5'9]
We them back pack niggas
Rap rap niggas
You’ll be talking shit about all day
Internet underground, niggas
Our intellect just won't allow us to make records y'all way

[Chorus: Royce da 5'9]
Get over yourselves, fucker
Get over yourselves, sucker
Guess that we them back pack niggas
Rap rap niggas
Who will never sell a record, no way
Guess what sucker
We made it, we made it, we made it
But we did it our way, our way, our way
Though it took some time but we finally made it
Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9]
Dear mister end all be all of an opinion
Fuck what you’re saying, you’ve got fans but we’ve got minions
Plus Eminem got Stans like an arena, I went and seen it
From abroad to back home, y'all ain't got to clap
We’re gonna make this track clap, clap, clap for him
Let me take your back, we turn one song to a group, to a concert, to a record deal
And yes it feels more like carpentry than artistry God's work let’s get real
All you hear is them niggas like 50 too while we in the 62
But it ain’t no industry business I ain’t privy to
Yeah and for y'all niggas that tired of it
Just lay down and picture your soul over your body