Joe Budden, Slaughterhouse - We Outta Here lyrics
[Joe Budden, Slaughterhouse - We Outta Here lyrics]
Your left shoulderrrrr (HUT)
Your right shoulderrrrr (HUT) gunfire
Your left shoulderrrrr (HUT)
Your right shoulderrrrr (HUT) whistle blows
Poppa-Poppa Pistol stuck his dick
In Momma Missile
And created Mr got-to-Get-You if
He opposite just split
You niggas bitches cranberry like
A vodka mixer whipping bitches niggas black
Ass like a cotton picker
Bomb through debris - I'm holdin two pistols
In the form of a cross yeah
I am armed to the T
I put on for my city, I take off for whoever
Think I'm soft for my job of rappin
Go back to clappin
Back to illin, back to dealin
Back to coc-a-ina up the nose, that's the
Feelin, sky the limit, that's the ceilin
And the women is the whores
Puttin numbers up for sales
It's the score into hell, it's the feel
It's the feel i can make noise when the
Gat blow ooooooh oooh
The Slaughterhouse boys make the
Gat blow ohhhhh ooooh
It's a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta here
It's a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta
Starts off screwed I live my
Life like a hood bopper
Touched by evil, all about bread and evil
Regular people lookin like bread to
Eagles with the desert eagle
Cordially they forcin me to act accordingly
When according to me my thoughts disorderly
Just like they outta be
It's more to me in accord to me
Just mad at the smoke and the mirrors, image
Perceptions and the forgery
Everything is a fraud to me
So until the boys wake up
Me and my boys make up
Be with the toy sprayers
Aimin noise makers at the noise makers blam
Best group ever
Group of whoever who do it better
Bets placed on it
(nigga) number one got our face on it
And I make a case on it, treason
Every twelve months it's huntin season
They call us Slaughterhouse for a reason!
I can make noise when the
Gat blow ooooooh oooh
The Slaughterhouse boys make the
Gat blow ohhhhh ooooh
It's a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta here
It's a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta
Piano face Audemars, you haters know the time
Drug abusin fourth-grader
I mean a loaded nine
Hit's in the stash, Ferrari Spider
The road is mine
Like lap dancers and bad brakes
I'm on the grind
So tell Officer Crawford that this is
(Slaughterhouse) and I left the next black
President in his daughter's mouth
Swallow my kids then I'm like
"Yo I gotta bounce"
Ben Franklin's a math genius
And every dollar counts
We takin over the game
Go at you little wussies
(Why?) Cause that's the sweetest joy
Next to gettin pussy somethin bad is emergin
Slaughter's blowin up like a suicide
Bomber promised 70 virgins nigga
I can make noise when the
Gat blow ooooooh oooh
The Slaughterhouse boys make the
Gat blow ohhhhh ooooh
It's a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta here
It's a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta
One quarter of Slaughter reportin to you live
From a corner where reporters stop by
Since somebody playin pow pow
Shots fly out a Glock-9 'til
You cooked like a potpie
Take a look at everybody in my crew
Bet you can't find a member of
The squad that is not fly
Anybody say they can see us they either lyin
Or not wearin they glasses
Apparently cock-eyed we don't shit, we ca-ca
We don't spit, we emit lava
Got a grip on these Hip-Hoppers
Like a big lobster
Everybody know the deal when the
Hear the kid YOWWA!
Goo-goo, ga-ga, baby cryin 'bout the internet
They get on the site but they showed
Me and Joe the other night
Takin flights then lightin up a cigarette
Motherfucker we ill
Not one insect step short of the best thing
Everything we touch make they head swing and
Y'all ain't really interestin
Throw a shot, and our fans do the interceptin
You got the crowd fooled but
I ain't really into wrestlin (into wrestlin)
I can make noise when the
Gat blow ooooooh oooh
The Slaughterhouse boys make the
Gat blow ohhhhh ooooh
It's a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta here
It's a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta
Your right shoulderrrrr (HUT) gunfire
Your left shoulderrrrr (HUT)
Your right shoulderrrrr (HUT) whistle blows
Poppa-Poppa Pistol stuck his dick
In Momma Missile
And created Mr got-to-Get-You if
He opposite just split
You niggas bitches cranberry like
A vodka mixer whipping bitches niggas black
Ass like a cotton picker
Bomb through debris - I'm holdin two pistols
In the form of a cross yeah
I am armed to the T
I put on for my city, I take off for whoever
Think I'm soft for my job of rappin
Go back to clappin
Back to illin, back to dealin
Back to coc-a-ina up the nose, that's the
Feelin, sky the limit, that's the ceilin
And the women is the whores
Puttin numbers up for sales
It's the score into hell, it's the feel
It's the feel i can make noise when the
Gat blow ooooooh oooh
The Slaughterhouse boys make the
Gat blow ohhhhh ooooh
It's a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta here
It's a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta
Starts off screwed I live my
Life like a hood bopper
Touched by evil, all about bread and evil
Regular people lookin like bread to
Eagles with the desert eagle
Cordially they forcin me to act accordingly
When according to me my thoughts disorderly
Just like they outta be
It's more to me in accord to me
Just mad at the smoke and the mirrors, image
Perceptions and the forgery
Everything is a fraud to me
So until the boys wake up
Me and my boys make up
Be with the toy sprayers
Aimin noise makers at the noise makers blam
Best group ever
Group of whoever who do it better
Bets placed on it
(nigga) number one got our face on it
And I make a case on it, treason
Every twelve months it's huntin season
They call us Slaughterhouse for a reason!
I can make noise when the
Gat blow ooooooh oooh
The Slaughterhouse boys make the
Gat blow ohhhhh ooooh
It's a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta here
It's a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta
Piano face Audemars, you haters know the time
Drug abusin fourth-grader
I mean a loaded nine
Hit's in the stash, Ferrari Spider
The road is mine
Like lap dancers and bad brakes
I'm on the grind
So tell Officer Crawford that this is
(Slaughterhouse) and I left the next black
President in his daughter's mouth
Swallow my kids then I'm like
"Yo I gotta bounce"
Ben Franklin's a math genius
And every dollar counts
We takin over the game
Go at you little wussies
(Why?) Cause that's the sweetest joy
Next to gettin pussy somethin bad is emergin
Slaughter's blowin up like a suicide
Bomber promised 70 virgins nigga
I can make noise when the
Gat blow ooooooh oooh
The Slaughterhouse boys make the
Gat blow ohhhhh ooooh
It's a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta here
It's a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta
One quarter of Slaughter reportin to you live
From a corner where reporters stop by
Since somebody playin pow pow
Shots fly out a Glock-9 'til
You cooked like a potpie
Take a look at everybody in my crew
Bet you can't find a member of
The squad that is not fly
Anybody say they can see us they either lyin
Or not wearin they glasses
Apparently cock-eyed we don't shit, we ca-ca
We don't spit, we emit lava
Got a grip on these Hip-Hoppers
Like a big lobster
Everybody know the deal when the
Hear the kid YOWWA!
Goo-goo, ga-ga, baby cryin 'bout the internet
They get on the site but they showed
Me and Joe the other night
Takin flights then lightin up a cigarette
Motherfucker we ill
Not one insect step short of the best thing
Everything we touch make they head swing and
Y'all ain't really interestin
Throw a shot, and our fans do the interceptin
You got the crowd fooled but
I ain't really into wrestlin (into wrestlin)
I can make noise when the
Gat blow ooooooh oooh
The Slaughterhouse boys make the
Gat blow ohhhhh ooooh
It's a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta here
It's a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta