Slaughterhouse - Say Dat Then Lyrics
(Intro)You got something on your mind nigga?Say dat then(Verse:Crooked I)Well let me say it without worrying if my label o.k.When Weapon Waist wildin out, man give him roomUsed to have skeletons in my closet, but now they sit in my living roomOctomom, I picture putting more niggas in a hole than that *****'s wombThe street sweeper's the wicked witch's broomA silver spoon, I never had itI grew up mad at Anne Frank, cause the ***** lived in a better attic(Say dat then)I seen my share static, they say that it made me charismaticBorn leader who was born Libra in a foreign two seater with a porn divaBlowin' reefer and pouring liters of vodkaCause the feds freezing a nigga breadI'm drinking thinking they gon' seize me even when I'm dead (***** ‘em)Killers in my backyard, in the dark with choppers while I'm sleepin' in my bedDreaming about Slaughterhouse, droppin' an album that's a chart topperWhile I got these demons schemin' on my headEven though I'm the realestSee, there wasn't enough violence in Menace to SocietyTo show you how Cali killers be chillin' in societyAnd the police, they hate meLongbeach PD probably want to kill Eminem for signing meCause I was supposed to be a statisticA ghost to me is realistic, my dead homie said ‘say dat then'(Verse: Joell Ortiz)Guess this where I'm supposed to vent, huh?Under scrutiny, all my oppurtunity went, huh?Reality is I had more personality bent, huh?Nonsense! Honestly my conscience is dealing with a constantConflict with the bullshit I've been doingThat I feel sobad about the second after it's accomplishedA compass, I need one of those cause I'm wandering in darknessBut I see straight, and it feels great being clean around this?Being clean around this? (Say dat then)Being clean around this garbageTwo stepping through this gardenFull of frozen cold snakes when you a lion, warm heartedBank account comma, but still get your undergarments from TargetWith a penthouse apartment, kinda nigga still ready to piss in the elevatorAnd shake the doorman's hand before you go jogging(Yaowa) I'm just a hood nigga, ***** it!But I'm a good nigga *****ing after that cat on my tongueBut never the cat got my tongue, my nigga (Say dat then)So I could knock the dome off yo neckGet your whole right eye socket broke with a leftYou could go apeshit, fake prick and take flicksWith eight cliques, you still never posing a threatIf you gon' say something, say it then(Interlude: 2Pac)Hahaha my biiiig mouthI got a big mouth, can't help itTalk from my heart, realYou know what I'm saying?Whatever comes comes(Verse: Royce da 5'9″)You got something on your mind, nigga?I made a living off of rhyming bout just how I feel at the momentRight at this particular moment I'm in that zone where I'm wondering how far I could really get with just my diplomaReflecting on how rap is a blessingFeeling that same feeling before I *****ed my first bad ***** that I got right after undressingFeeling like ‘am I about to get this?'In yo head you hear it, that voice of confidenceThat comes down on you from the heavens like ‘yeah, you bout to get it'Just hope that you don't stick yo dick in a dudCause that ***** could end up your wife, or your mistressOr that chick the same type as your mistressOr a chick that's just gon' draw your name with a stick in the mudRather intended or unintendedIt all comes with a territory, no pun intendedI fell out with all of my friends like ‘is it me or is it them?'Angry like‘Shit, everybody can't be wrong, but a lot of these niggas just can't be right'Therefore, I'll say it's their fault (Say dat then)I *****ing plan to, too many hoes out hear niggas done ran throughI'd rather roll through the valley and lay lowI done fell out of love and back in love again then out of love and back with my spouse more than Halley and J-LoIf she left me, my inner self would shatterI could leave her, cause I'm a selfish addictThe problem is, I just don't want nobody else to have herIf we split, I consider my health a hazardOr else living in wealth and lavishAnd as far as these niggas who want to kill me, you never get a chanceYou a criminal chill with your subliminal twitter rantsYou bigger than that, you just ain't bigger than meYou are literally killing me figurativelyI'm busy thinking about who hot and how they bit off meIf any one of you niggas jump on me, nobody gon' have to tell you that you should probably get off meAnd that's off rip, bruhYour contract killers can sign off richerThat little beef y'all talking is small things to a giantLike Goliath been drinking that anaconda malt liquorSlaughterhouse, we the nicest four fellasAnd if that day should come that we should ever part waysIt'll just be an excuse for us to reunite at Coachella(Verse: Joe Budden)I heard them words and they stung my ear drumWas told that cancer finally made it through his lungsSome of y'all are blessed enough that y'all have no idea what the ***** I'm talking bout, cause y'all got no experienceSo incase you hear this verse and think that there's the slightest chance that he'll surviveHis cancer's on level four, and there's not a fiveSo my mother lose my mother, now my dad is losing hisFrom miles apart, wildest part is that's not the wildest partWhat's outlandish is I too would want to vanishAlcohol like Uncle Robin I'm blind and taking advantageMy aunt's supposed to be holding him down, but she sure to gainBehind his back just took out another insurance claim(Say dat then) Well indeed I willThey making all these alterations to his willHe can't even play his poker games in peace, y'all gotta chillLike I can't decide if he's dying or y'all rather have him killedI know a nigga's last breath shouldn't be this wayAnd if it was, I would panic too, tell me what's a man to doPlaying devil's advocate, none of it's understandableI walk in the house and feel that energy as if it's tangibleWell, every rapper got a Cuban on looking like MarxI'm just busy trying to get my Mark Cuban onMy Lyor Rick Rubin on, my Nas, Pac, Big, Jay, Em, and fusion onTo outrap any movement goin'. Gun on the couch shitWrong one to be running yo mouth with bars, no VH-1 it's mouse shitIf a nigga don't spit crack, go back and stock upNo harms, sometimes you got to stir it til it rock upBeen broken, been rich, been high, sober*****ed almost every model twice over like I was living my life overThese niggas ain't got to like me, but after a decade in they all respect meShit, they don't even directly indirect meIt's cool though, back to businessStacking these riches means caskets in ditchesWith my Trues on living sacrilegiousIt's Joe, looking like money all the pretty hoes can't help but lookLife gave me lemons, better be what Jordan Belfort tookSlaughter la familia, Glocks out over hereThe schoolboy's with Kendrick, we dropouts over hereUh, no offense cause them my niggasAnd that list is short, you get the gist I'm sureJoey
