Royce da 5'9" - 8-11 lyrics

8 11
All must fall all must fall
All must fall 8
11 all must fall
All must fall all must fall

Jeah i'mma tell y'all motherfuckers
One thing right
Now i just spilt my motherfuckin'
Liquor in this booth and I'm UPSET
Slaughterhouse is in the building 8
11 album in stores nickle nine is in the
Building you want a problem? It's yours

I am God's concoction of Molotov breathin'
Put inside an out and lost region
I am law, king and
I eat body, buy 'em all blingin'
Powder or weed, know I got it all seasoned
And you should just agree that
You could be a G
And you can do the Shady thang
You can flip the E like the fifth letter in
My nigga Shady's name
You fuckin' with the head conductor
Of the gravy train
I gotta thank the shooters
Cause they the reason niggas
Go missin' flyin'
Over that Triangle that ain't Bermuda
So what you speakin' 'bout?
It's ironic that I'm stayin' at The Palms
And that's what your bitch eatin' out
I ain't that worried 'bout what you
Want to do to me
What the world would like to
Do to Dr conrad Murray i'll be flow
Switchin' so much it's almost a given

Who they gon' compare us to?
This is not a contest
Slaughterhouse is a bionic bomb threat
This is God's doin' not a concept
This is not a contract
We are not The Four Horsemen
We are beyond that
Respect to Wu cause that respect was due
But we will step to any of the rest of you
If you ain't the Random Axe I
Don't see how you can relax let me repeat

If you ain't the Random Axe I
Don't see how you can relax
This is open season on any group, hammer back
You can jump in front of
That barrel if you wanna
You on that marijuana
I'm high I'm feelin' like a
Pharaoh hailing from Ghana
Shark in that water though I am
A whale of a problem
Back up the Bird like I'm Kevin McHale
I got 'em he a beast
You need to stay on your tippy
Toes to see his feets i let the re-up speak
I'll let you owe me, playin' PSP
While I let the homies play that GPS
So street thugs I recruit, I salute
That way I ain't gotta spill your
Cheap blood on my suit
What it cost me to tailor this
Them niggas would kill for
They don't ask if it's rap beef
Or if it's real war
I'm the best nigga out, cut and dry done
No matter what you up to two, I won
One
The combination of lion hearts and fine art
We like a modern day tribe
You couldn't pry apart
If we ain't competing with the Juice Crewers
Busta Rhymes sittin' us down to
Leaders Of The New Schoolers
DJ Premier is sayin' "Wow!"
Bun B, MOP, askin' niggas how
This is done in a way where it
Works for the betterment of everyone involved
It's intelligent, it's awesome
Before we had the block sayin', "yeah
We fuck with y'all"
But now we got the Lox sayin', "yeah
We fuck with y'all"
This is legendary, death to new groups
We cuttin' niggas short like
The end of February
This is straight up pioneer driven
I ain't stoppin' till I am is where Em is
I'm the template for the I Am There premise
Like a butt naked snitch, bare witness
This is the undertaking
I am the dead business august 11th niggas