1Down, Gawne, badXchannels, Slaughterhouse - Want It All (GAWNE Version) lyrics

Slaughterhouse! 911, what's your emergency?

There's been a homicide
Like Ferguson, a mic's been murdered
Oh, fuck- they cut the line
Cops arrive to the scene of the crime
And I'm stuck without an alibi
Shout out Allen Iverson, 'cause
I never practiced mine, too lapsed minded
I'm like the back nine of the Masters
Tiger scrapping with a pack of lions
Asinine? LG's in the Slaughterhouse!
Enemies, we end our beef like cattle dying
Eggs and cheese
Bacon grease- the butcher's back to
Bag the swine up
And I'm jamming with four out of
The five top rappers alive!
Put me in your starting lineup
And I'll bat 500 without batting an eye
Who the fuck is savage as I am with rhymes?


When I battle
I am a gladiator from the medieval times
'Cause me and Royce are both 5'9"
Throw in the Crooked I and Ortiz
And I might just butt in to the
Front end of the rap scene
And I'm coming for half of these
Mumble rap MC's- Kodak, 21, Uzi, yachty!
And the fake hoes, like Manti Te'o's! (Eh-em)
Nicki, Iggy
You see that I ain't never been made of fluff
Them silicone butts don't weigh enough
To strut with the greatest, slut
When I lace 'em up, I'm Jordan
Never gonna let 'em get a play, you suck!
When I aim a MAC-11 at your brain and bust!
Ain't gettin' up- faint, givin' up
Pain in the butt when
You fuck with insaneness, yup
The heinous one's back to go aim them
Guns at the most brainless young rappers
For their role in making
That trash emboldened
So the rap game's taken aback
But I've been taking it back
With Slaughterhouse, a Jason mask
And a blade to slash
Anybody who thought they was finna
Be about it when
I just went out of my mind again
Bar fightin' with Heineken bottles
Inciting riots and violence
I admit, I'm the shit- got bowels of a giant
This iron fist is dying to kill off
You dying bitches like the Mayans
You crying? Let me get out the violin
You better bust out the fire extinguisher
I'm hotter than the bottomless pit that
Saddam and Osama Bin Laden's in
Lucifer's back, the apocalypse
Mayan calendar couldn't predict it
My shit is ominous
Armageddon, the fall of the Ottoman
Call your congressman! (I want it all)
The total dominance- my vomitus flow's
Messy as his soccer kick (I want it all)
I want it all- even if it means
That I'm leaven 'em barely breathing
With fevers, seizures, amnesia
HIV, herpes, Ebola, and Zika wait, hold up
I'm a genius- was born a lightning rod!
If Slaughterhouse is the Rap God
Then I'm Jesus
Y'all wack jobs have been sleeping
I'm 21 and competing- don't believe it?
I'm 'bout to show you how
The fuck I got featured!
I never been a quitter
And my wit is unlimited
Rid of illegitimate, hit or miss, idiots
Literal one a little bit- literate
And finna spit the brunt of the
Venom up on the Internet
Other than winning, I've been a humble man
But evilness enters my soul
Revving up heaven
I've been defending my throne
People tend to get a little bit offended when
I venture into the realm of the entity
Mentally unknown!

Yeah, I see you like the lights off
Oh, you like living with that mask on
Fuck all the bullshit, show me passion
(But still, I'm unknown)
Money, power, I want it all
Yeah, I see you like the lights off
Can't believe it took me this long
Have you forgotten where you come from?
Money, power, I want it all
(Joey, check this, look)

I'm the realest motherfucker that I know
Wasn't always the case
Guess a nigga had to grow
I do it all for love- if I pull
It ain't for show
But i know these sucka niggas will
So I gotta keep it close
I'd rather pool parties in a
Mansion full of hoes
And they love to hit the mirror
In the bathroom just to pose
The game is full of fuck niggas
Hope they get exposed if we engage
I let it ring- they get a box with apropos
He keep a long nose, he relentless
Rose from the trenches
The big body Benzes, never been an apprentice
Preying on my foes through the
Scopes and the lenses
Came a long way from selling dope
Jumping fences
That's what i'm entrenched with
You'll never see a gimmick
When it's me, it's authentic
I don't feel the need to mimic at all
'Cause my character speaks louder
Than my words will
And gossip moves faster than your hearse will

Countless studio hours, overnight sessions
On the road taking showers next to 7-Elevens
Doing shows at them venues when
No one showed up
Performing just for opening acts
And all the promoters
Waking up bright and early
Making your way to them radio stations
Standing out front with your mixtape
Hoping DJs would play 'em
Using all the dough you saved
To cop some promo T-shirts
Remixing every hit record with
A Joell Ortiz verse
The labels'll take your meetings
And just hurt your feelings
"He's overweight, he's Puerto Rican
Don't look so appealing"
They crushed your dreams
Got you leaving out Manhattan buildings
Thinking 'bout a Brooklyn way to hustle
For you to feed your children (Yo)
But the passion got you back in the booth
You could've ripped your pad in half
When they was passing on you
But niggas rapping whack
And everything you spat is the truth
Blood, sweat, and tears, man- that
Ain't half of it, dude i'm past due

Yeah, I see you like the lights off
Oh, you like living with that mask on
Fuck all the bullshit, show me passion
Money, power, I want it all
Yeah, I see you like the lights off
Can't believe it took me this long
Have you forgotten where you come from?
Money, power, I want it all

Lining up the stash spot after rushing
With a sea of niggas bound up and gagged
Shot- that's how they wanna see a nigga
Money make these niggas do some crazy shit
I've seen niggas step up
And they shit blew like navy kicks
You are who you're involved with
Be careful when you date a bitch
I done seen whole empires fall from
Wifing up a lazy bitch
Wifing up a shady bitch
Wifing up a bitch who wanna be famous
Nobody wants to see your trash on TV
Must be on your Lemont, Fred, and Brady shit
If I'm dead, the navy hit
If I'm lying, i'm flying- swear to God
I've been bred this way since '86
Jumping in and out of different vehicles
We don't get exposed, we expose, I'll
Send you home to God, via soul
If he a killer, shoot him and he explodes
Bury him with his Macbook
In a deep hole if he a troll
Might as well act dead if you see us
If we foes
It's just like Master P said, "There they go
There they go"

No more dabbling in the dope game
Tryna chase major M's
How can I operate in the shadows
If I'm on stage with Em
Crime, I used to love the girl
Can't keep one foot in the
Industry and one in
The underworld- that's how fans cage you in
I'm better with them other bars-
Rapping is my main event
The hustle was the undercard
Niggas think they run the yard
Pulling up in them Bentleys
My connects use them as bumper cars
Nigga you ain't stunting hard
Unless you know where them tunnels are
Slaughter taking the title back
White or black try to rap around me nigga
My mind'll snap like a psychopath
With an iron bat
And a viking ax that'll find your rat
Lie her back
Give her the 12 inches just like a vinyl rack
Her vagina gets spinal tapped
I don't give a fuck, I'm from Long Beach
(We raised different)
Better wear a vest on your dome piece
(We aim differed) niggas out here fucking
With powder- meanwhile, they main snitching
Think about it- how you gone smell
A rat when you cane sniffin'?
What's the purpose?
I got all of my game from
The niggas that built the streets
But they wasn't construction workers (Nah)
And that's why being a crook is natural
Me plus the big
Badass house that equals Crooks and Castles
(Uh)

Yeah, I see you like the lights off
Oh, you like living with that mask on
Fuck all the bullshit, show me passion
Money, power, I want it all
Yeah, I see you like the lights off
Can't believe it took me this long
Have you forgotten where you come from?
Money, power, I want it all