Slaughterhouse - Back the ***** Up Lyrics
[Hook: Royce da 5'9"]What the ***** are you looking for?Can't a young nigga get money anymore?Can y'all bums get funny anymore?Can my life get sunny anymore?Back the ***** back 'fore I ***** you upAy! Back the ***** back 'fore I ***** you upYou better back the ***** back 'fore I ***** you up(Slaughterhouse!)I came, I sawI conquered, I'm a monsterBack the ***** back 'fore I ***** you upYou better back the ***** back 'fore I ***** you up[Verse One: Royce da 5'9"]Feeling like the greatest, Motor City's finestMy crew looking Jamaican, I'm rolling with the grindersThey calling me Old Head, but so what the car's youngI set the bar with the bars even though I'm bar noneHot car, top's off, hot broad, rockstarWatch not flawed, tell y'all to watch dogs knock it offI'm too pretty to fight, this gonna end fastMy clip long as Sinbad's when it's on its tenth blast***** y'all radio play, ***** y'all radio stationsLong as I'm paid, my lady built like a long-legged alienIf it all ended today, I can honestly sayI performed and recorded with the greatest, word on The Chronic to DreNow I'm as polished as Obama wiping down a diamondWith the ass of Diamond from Crime MobAfter she’s had a shiny Armani hind-jobI’ma be straightAnd you can pick a rapper, any rapper, and line up the dateI’m in a zone where the ***** is the ref with the whistle?Don’t gotta impress you, I just diss youThe press pretzels the issueMy homie Joey showed me the netAnd I went and got me a gross net fiscalI’ll stretch you like the tek is a Bowflex pistolSo don’t betYou would prefer me to be coming with you like phone sexWith a sexy electrician whose next missionIs to cut your buzz off if you don’t rap rightI ain’t wrapped tight but I’m just that giftCrack piff, mac spit, Cadilac flipsWe can match whips, battle rap dickI’d rather have an actress on my mattressWho giving me brain so long she don’t know jack shitBut how to do that dickFact shit confidence of a fat chickCaught onto fashion from catchin bodies at Saxs and FifthI came, saw, and I conquered, pig gangY'all talkin I’m chainsawing your tonsils[Hook][Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]Out for lunch with my accountantBack the ***** back down to Chase doing countingMy ***** back the ***** back it up when I’m poundingY'all funny style watching Broke-the-*****-back-MountainY'all tuned into the Slaughters, the group fathers hateCause we move in on their daughters, with shit news reportersHolding their hand when they trying to get interviews in orderThat’s a chico stick mami, come chew me I’m a quarterOf the House Gang, call it the crib, mamiThese niggas running trying to get in our seat, a bunch of Mitt Romney'sBut I stand at the podium with the fifth by meScreaming out “Yes we can, open yo shit Papi”I rap well so I’m a bit *****yFrom Maxell blank tapes with the tissue in it to disc copiesTo downloads in one click I’ll beStill rhyming when music is telepathic you can come sit by meI’ll stare at you with the rawest thoughtsCNN? Y'all think news, CNN? I think War ReportI say “Big L,” you say “weed”, I say Harlem’s bossA legend I’m repping for him and all that my sport has lostHip-Hop ain’t just a way of lifeIt’s all I know, it’s what fill up my kid’s cutty day and nightWhen it got soft, y'all conformed, man I stand to fightY’all went Bathing Apes I went ape in my favorite NikesBack the ***** back bredrenI brought it back when rap was defective, please don’t ask me no questionsFriend or foe, speak quickOr I’ll put this foot back the ***** back where you leak shit[Hook][Verse 3: Crooked I]Jumped in my DeLorean, hopped in a ratchet eraBasic hoes with reality shows, bring back CiaraNiggas fronting, Instagraming somebody's PanameraWhack rappers ride to success smooth as Aloe VeraYes we're here, cause the shit needs to switchLike niggas is robbing the poor just to feed the richOvercrowding markets, artists need a nicheIn Slaughterhouse, our niche is, "*****, we's the shit"So chicks want the dick in their midsectionDo I pay for *****? That's a trick questionProblem's our ***** pressed 'emI'm on some mirrors in the gym, shit, I'm in this ***** flexingGet used to it, we're backYou dudes ruining rapMore than a few view it as factCrack pro-tools in the backWhat kind of stupid ass music is that, no question markIt's simply rhetorical, I'm simply historicalAnd you call yourself an MC? You're horribleI'm simply an oracleThe impact you feel when you hit the ground kneeing the floor ?I'm on my "yes-yes y'all"My soldiers don't eat in no mess hallMy mind state's anti-sex doll, I don't ***** with fake pussiesWho I'm talking about: I said yes y'all
