Slaughterhouse - Coming Home Lyrics
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]I heard the whispers, they thought that I was done beforeThey thought Dre said I was something he don't want no moreThey thought I got dropped, they thought I would stopI thought not, hopped out the square and thought out the boxListen, I keep it real, I was hoping that the major workBut I was indie again, time for some major workAlready hungry, but the non-believers made it worseHad me posting up in that booth like every day the 1stWho was supposed to give up? Nah, not meMan, post this shit up on Nah Right, BHello world, I'm a star, look what I inventedRap radar identified what my spider sensesI had the hip-hop game on smashAnd a title locked up, like Akon's smashAnd then I linked with three dudes who also say y'all trashWith another chance to show you againSo I'm holding this pen[Hook]Bet never thought that you'd be back in this positionGot no answers for their questionsAnd it kills you just to listenThat you knowThere's nowhere else left to goAnd I ain't coming homeI ain't coming home[Verse 2: Joe Budden]It started with assault charges, B&E’s, burglaries for keepsAnd a dark back alley block in them Jersey city streetsWho knew, that I could prosper spittin' aca off of Hennessey vodka?And dudes who were meant to be partners will mentally block yaAnd paying with pennies ? from Denny's to LobsterBut your own actions is what could essentially stop yaI come around and the track get nervousIf you wrote them off, then be able to track that purchaseHooked up the IV, so ? that I be deceased in the nearMy heated wrist feel on the reaper's ears, but he can't hearIf you're talking chain of command, I want to be clearWe're different links, how can an A-Lister ?Rodman with the trash talk, Magic or WaltWith the black ball, way I bounce off the asphalt with cat pawsMove relentless through the rumorsAnd my mere presence says God's got a funny sense of humor[Hook][Verse 3: Crooked I]Bet you never thought that you'd be back in that positionI'm talking to you *****es, arch your back in that positionYour ratchet ass was missing, you thought that I fell off of Shady Aftermath musiciansGot me packing ammunitionI'm back, the circle game bossWitness the resurrection came 'crossJesus, name a vixen I can't tossShe use her mouth to clean my thing offAnd I call it getting brainwashedSlaughter's hotter than everTo be hotter, you gotta cop a ? Prada ? leatherWalk in an executive's office and holler, "You betterHit my pockets with cheddarFeed me paper like my pockets are a document shredder"You really thought I’d get this money and behave?Niggas left me for dead, did the dougie on my graveI'll break your purse for my perseveranceThem same labels getting raped for a verse of clearance (for real)[Hook][Verse 4: Royce Da 5'9"]God's favorite, dark horse of the devil's familyI'm Plan A 'til it's my damned day's failure, my Plan BFrom ? fancy, to behind bars, to behind the bars? to made it, so I can fit an jail cell inside of my pantryMy daughter's a doll, she loves to see her father comeShe loves to blow bubbles with her bubble gumNow she lives inside of one, just accept itGot Martin King's heart and Martin Sheen's son's blood, cuz missed me with your questionsI am the Martin Scorsese of this professionThat's why I'm outta here like Marin Lawrence said, get to steppingAnd I did it doing the kind of music I likeYou's a fool, you thought that "Boom" would be my only highlightSlaughterhouse been outcast, first we're here, then we're thereThen we started to rhyme like we pretend to load our pens with leadNow we moving on up like the JeffersonsCause things came full circle like the top of Sherman Hemsley's head[Hook]
