Slaughterhouse - Back On The Scene Lyrics
(feat. Dres)[Intro]Here we go yo, here we goPick it up yo, here we go[Chorus]Back on the sceneCrispy and cleanBack on the sceneCrispy andSlaughterhouse![Royce da 5'9]Slaughterhouse family, ridin' like a taxiAnd yeah, I'm like Dres, I am like the black sheepI just want a GANGSTA ***** or I be a bad GYou sound dry, your legs look a lil hashyYou thought what you said was classyBut Slaughterhouse been about breads since Freddy Blasy (?)Freddy this ain't saying nastyI'ma rap assassin that's sittin in the AstonThat's cleaner then the demeanor on Eddie Haskel (?)Call me the defence back on the track spitAnd the slaughterhouse pigs and you couldn't put it past meWe done been through a whole lot in the pastCuz niggas bash us for bein' spazzesLet it be known we've never known for bein averageWe prime like a cornlio(?) re-enactmentWhen it comes to talent, we the JacksonsEat a track we assassinsWe, mean, we back on the scene[Chorus][Crooked I]We spend twenties on flowers, me, I put doves on the roseThat's why I'm in the club with your hoesWhatchu lookin hard forDon't spill escargot on yourself and get slugs on your clothesWe the ones with the flowsWho hit em wit' the dope lines?The answer's right under your noseWhenever hip-hop's falling off the trackWe pick it up, pick it up, pick it upTil we -Back on the scene, crispy and cleanFix me some whiskey and lean***** we the kingsOnly time your music is fly in when IUse your compact disc as a frisbee to flingI'ma cold young niggerThis your hoe? Come get herCuz I'm so done wit herAnd her whole tongue glitterWith the old cum spitterHit her and slide home, home run hitter[Chorus][Joell Ortiz]YaowaIts a rap for your teamWhen I get in that ring I put rap in the feign-ingI don't know whats happening-ingEither I'm getting better or yall falling off like the sag in my jeansRelaxin' I'm clean, immaculate leanGoin my two steps, something fat in betweenHaters don't get mad at my dreamsOpposites attractI'm nice and this track is just meanSo I'mma ***** it up, flow (?)Olive button up, Bo Jacksons and greenFresh fitted cap on the beanSorta like a spine on a movie screenBack on the sceneBack under the lights like a gat with the beamBack at the register wit' the plastic machineBack wearing my gold like magic, KareemBack in the rap magazinesClick![Chorus]Back on the sceneCrispy and cleanB-back on the sceneCrispy and cleanBack on the sceneCrispy and clean-cleanBack on the sceneCrispy and cleanB-back on the sceneCrispy and cleanB-back on the sceneCrispy and cleanBack on the sceneCrispy and clean-cleanBack on the sceneCrispy andSlaughterhouse![Joe Budden]Check itThem rumors you heard about me I refute thoseThe attribute of hoesDon't affect my attitude at allDie from what you toldBlood on your new clothesCause even the biggest form of ?What they want, 2 glocks with 'emBe in the box wit' emTryna box wit' em while they got the ox wit emDot the eyes wit' em the whole life's a rehearsalCars got the horse power of that old spice commercialSilence when the Vets speakinI'm jet skiing wit lesbiansYou just seein', wanna just be himIn the casino, spendin petti-cashNo worries I'm the same as what you met me as*****es sayin' go ahead wit' your sexy assY'all can have my heart you can get it out this plexiglassHere's a message to the hatersI'll take money, power and fear, the respect'll come later[Chorus]
