Slaughterhouse - Fight Club (Remix) Lyrics
[Intro: Joe Budden]Ladies and gentlemen!Frequency, I presentThe new fight club up in this ***** (Slaughterhouse)We go by the name of SlaughterhouseWe outta here, only one ruleNo rule, no rule[Crooked I]Joey, no rules, gunshots, no probNo jewels, niggaz say I got robbedI'm still wearin my blingAnd ***** first class, I fly standin on Virgin America's wingNuts hang, knockin down skyscrapersTake a piss, make it rain, I'm the American dreamMake it rain, I ain't Pacman JonesNigga, balls and my word all a black man owns[Joe Budden]If you in that man's zone, how you figure to gain?Can't bowl a 300 in another nigga laneBetter aim, you dealin with a 7-10 split[Crooked I] That's Long Beach cause we on some 7-10 shit[Joell Ortiz]I've been nice since "227" man, shitI am sick and I'm never gettin better, that's it(Slaughterhouse) Give me somethin sharp to sever that prickLike a group broke up I will dismember that clique[Royce Da 5'9"]I'm a veteran, remember that shitWe some internet rappers, then why you on our internet dicks?We'll be there when it's war callinEither we high or we fly or the floor fallinI'm a Tommy gun – it ain't no bestThe rap game like a St. Louis verses New York battle, nobody wonA bunch of *****in 2's and 3's like zone defense[Joe Budden][sighs] Please get at dudes Ortiz (nah, you beast 'em)Hold up won't stop, can't stop, thank popsHard-headed, gotta hit a wall first like a bank shotGet it clear – a cokehead's a thin linebetween friend or foe, won't let the shit disappearThis fiscal year I'ma stay hot buzzinwith dudes that help me shoot like A-Rod cousinWalk in my shoes and your feet get callousfrom Jersey City to Caesars PalaceI speak with malice just to make sure the street gets salvagedReal talk, where would all us be without it?Slaughterhouse no fear - too many dudesTyson Chandler tried to leave they team and went nowhere[Crooked I]Like Tyson Chandler in the past niggaz on some bullshitRoyce, tell Preme I got a full clip (whoa!)Niggaz used to run when they saw Suge's faceFaster than Joey and Joell in a foot raceNow you ask me where the incident took placeDon't check the internet, check hood spaceYou dealin with some intelligent creaturesI don't touch guns, I draw with telekinesisNo fingerprints on Crooked's magI'm mixed with good and bad like the Goodfellas and JesusFirst Biggie and Jay made itI'll leave a bandanna at your murder and make it gang relatedThe ***** at the Shonie's told me homie[Joell Ortiz]Ortiz, I'm the one and onlyPick a spot, I pick apart you dudes who pick a partThis ain't a movie, I feel bad like lookin at a pic of 'PacNiggaz hearts gettin sparked every time I give a arcto my wrist and it twists like a spliff when I'm sittin in the parkTall corny niggaz ain't makin a bigger markI'll boost drugs, what I does got 'em runnin to get a NARCYou guppies unlucky, you in a tank with a sharkTeeth crooked like my dog who just finished a vicious bark[Royce Da 5'9"]Flick a dart through your top hatWeak MC's you cannot rap; Freq', where the drop at?Now you mad at Tahiry cause your ass ain't famousGet it nigga? Your "ass" ain't famousQuit talkin 'bout me cause ya ass ain't dangerousThey call me Hustler because my mag game heinousShow up to Detroit thinkin (Everybody Love) youAnd I'ma come and show you that ya ass ain't (Raymond)Dumbin every line – me *****in *****eslike the cops after a murder, they cummin/comin every timeShell-toes and Wissam jacket, the contractorStill pushin elbows like a linebackerAnd y'all playinMy worldwide *****es on my worldwide watch, I call it the broadband[Outro: Crooked I]SLAUGHTERHOUSE!Y'all know what it is man
