Slaughterhouse - Weight Scale Lyrics
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"](Today's agenda) riding with them sodomy sistersPistol on hip, hip to your pistolThe day I bow down to a ***** will be the day I throw a bottle at Rihanna inside of a strip clubLeave the booth just to leave a tooth floating around inside of your pimp cupWhat goes around comes around in the form of karmaNah, that's probably just me riding around your town in a FiskerPenning a rhyme equivalent to a winning lottery ticketUh, fresh of that weight scale, living a crooked heaven on EarthGiving them straight hellKick in the door of them awards, wondering where are we sittingNiggas with tight jeans looking like where are they fittingBeware of they writtensIt's parallel to an Arab sitting in the terrorist *****pit heading for hell's kitchenI talk greasier than Harold's ChickenDon't cross me I leave scales tippingI'm coming (fresh off that weight scale, fresh off that weight scaleFresh off that, fresh off that, fresh off that weight scale)My ***** curvy as a Persian virgin's featuresShe here to serve me, she here to disturb the reaperI keep bank, speak frankless, word to ArizaI'm fly as a bird and high as the Burj KhalifaI ride with kings, y'all ride with fiendsYou fraudulent niggas remind me of a ponzi schemeOne of y'all niggas was probably cool in schoolThe rest of y'all niggas was clowns, we should call you the Fonzi teamI'm hate-proneNiggas listen like ain't this about a ***** like it's a Drake song 'cause my cake longSo stay strong 'cause your ***** giving me cheekboneLike Grace Jones using my dick like a payphoneBut she ain't getting the call backShe getting the ball sack, hitting the jaw just where we parked atQuick as a car jack, I ain't tryna be funnyI'm tryna be missionary lying on top of my moneyI'm coming (fresh off that weight scale)[Verse 2: Crooked I](Today's agenda) what the ***** would I stop forKnowing I need more guap stored in my sock drawerThey want an encore when the flow is at mach fourKing of the jungle no lying, I let the Glock roarAnd this bulletproof vest is irrelevantI'm telling them look at your melon, I'm nailing a shell in itAnd the shell is moving right through your melon into your skeletonThen the felon is belling the same pitch the fella was yelling andPolice sirens respond to heat firing, I'ma keep firingI'ma flee, I'ma be quiet, I'm a G, I'm a beat tyrantFrom Long Beach and I'm East SideI oughta, bury you artists like an artifactSerious as a heart attack, Dodger hat, slaughter tatsRoger that, all the rap, that's meCan't believe Ice never thought of that, who the ***** brought it back(Fresh off that weight scale, fresh off that weight scaleFresh off that, fresh off that, fresh off that weight scale)Fresh off that weight scaleI guess I'm Canibus and Kool Moe Dee, 'cause it's hard for me to take L'sI'm tryna make more cake than a bake saleTell the jakes I'ma make bail then escape 'cause I hate jailAll these rappers saying they spitting hard rapsBefore I buy that shit, show me the BarfaxI got a tongue like a sharp axI got a ton of rhymes flyer than anything launching off tarmacsThis is how real it isWhen I ghostwrite for niggas, I'm speaking through them, I'm really just a ventriloquistA iller lyricst, a hint of ignoranceA pinch of militant, a perfect description of what this nigga isPull out a scale and weigh CDsThen distribute it to the fans 'til they need meI'm a drug dealer so put out an APBThe same shit that gave these 80s babies ADD[Verse 3: Joell Oritz](Today's agenda) pyrex sit in the kitchen feeling your eye sweatGripping your wrist and watching that pie stretchPitching to different niggas for figures, never slipping5-0 tripping, I dip on them through the projectsDope boy mindset, gotta get this moneyApply the same grind to this rhyme shit? pick a pad, pick a pen, pick a trackPick a flow, I pick it apart like a locksmith digging in his noseSit in the park with the Dre's on, ? gone, heavy to eight longPut brains on pre-K, the shell is a crayonMan I'm just tryna write, please leave me alone'Cause I ain't tryna fight, I'm a different Iron MikeBite your ear with a syllable, lay a hook that'll finish youThrowing jabs at you little dudes, my opponents get rid of youHit my corner and listen to Eminem, Crook and NickelWhile Joey *****ing the ring girl and this fight is unfixable, uhYou rocking with a BQE boy[That BB, QZQs and BB Kings with D-boy?]Today's agenda, flame contendersAnd have they dame giving brain to they favorite member, yaowa(Fresh off that weight scale)[Verse 4: Joe Budden](Today's agenda) diary of a mad manMachete Joe? here I amAin't gotta lie, what you see is what you get, ain't nothing modifiedMe, I give them the same song, go check with SpotifyDon't get the context wrong, I'm the same GSpending old money, y'all swear it was the same GYea these model hoes cute and entertain meAnd though I let them go to the head, they never change meFar from innocentYour favorite rapper got a head nod before he approached and check my temperamentI wake sleepy hollow, should of done a CT scanGo to Colorado right now and watch BatmanSo my dad think I'm styling, how whenI'm everything he'd be if these new drugs was out thenI owe it to holmes, rolling stoneBut how I wouldn't let a stone roll, wonder why I'm stone coldProblem child to aggravated adultGot bad cards but I ain't blaming my hand, it's logicI hate jewelry and authority the sameSo how the ***** you think I feel about a chain of command, I'm sayingI tell you how you different from IYou always hugging the block, I kiss it goodbyeSober, my last drinking game started with truth or dareAnd ended with me thinking a nameSo y'all call it out of control, I'm confused whenTo think that you in something to me is the illusionThere's your answer, [verbal smash cancer?]Now the strip club is a basement, I just came in with some dancersHouse gang, the clan made itUsed to be scared of?, thought the klan made itJoey the fan favoriteLove then hate it both 'cause I can't fake itAnd if I did I would never tellI said that all wrong, y'all would never tellI keep the mind***** tucked for the jezzebelleEven if they help make it shit would never failBiatch!
