Slaughterhouse - Coming Home lyrics
[Slaughterhouse - Coming Home lyrics]
Oh, word? That's how y'all feel?
Thought we was gone, huh? Hahaha
Y'all sound stupid slaughterhouse, nigga
(Gangsta Griz-ills) Uh
I heard the whispers
They thought that I was done before
They thought Dre said I was somethin'
He don't want no more
They thought I got dropped
They thought I would stop
I thought not, hopped out the square
Thought out the box (Woo)
Listen, I keep it real
I was hopin' that the major work
But I was indie again
Time for some major work already hungry
But the non-believers made it worse
Had me posted up in that booth
Like every day the 1st
Who was s'posed to give up? Nah, not me
Man, post this shit up on Nah Right, B
(Yaowa)
Hello world, I'm a star, look what I invented
Rap radar identified what my spider senses
I had the Hip-Hop game on smash
And a title locked up, like Akon's smash
And then I linked with three dudes
Who also say y'all trash
With another chance to show you again
So I'm holdin' this pen like
Bet never thought that you'd be
Back in this position, got no
Answers for their questions and it
Kills you just to listen b-b-but you know
There's nowhere else left to go
And I ain't comin' home
III ain't comin' home
It started with assault charges, B&E’s
Burglaries for keeps
And a dark back alley block
In them Jersey city streets who knew
That I could prosper spittin' aca
Off of Hennessey vodka?
And dudes who were meant to be
Partners will mentally block ya
And paying with pennies? from
Denny's to Lobster
But your own actions is what
Could essentially stop ya
I come around and the track get nervous
If you wrote them off
Then be able to track that purchase
Hooked up the IV
So? that I be deceased in the near
My heated wrist feel on the reaper's ears
But he can't hear
If you're talking chain of command
I want to be clear we're different links
How can an A-Lister and Z share
Rodman with the trash talk, Magic or Walt
With the black ball
Way I bounce off the asphalt with cat paws
Move relentless through the rumors
And my mere presence says God's got
A funny sense of humor
Bet never thought that you'd be
Back in this position, got no
Answers for their questions and it
Kills you just to listen b-b-but you know
There's nowhere else left to go
And I ain't comin' home
III ain't comin' home
Bet you never thought that you'd
Be back in that position
I'm talking to you bitches
Arch your back in that position
Your ratchet ass was missing
You thought that I fell off
Of Shady Aftermath musicians
Got me packing ammunition
I'm back, the circle gang boss
Witness the resurrection
My career came 'cross
Jesus, name a vixen I can't toss
She use her mouth to clean my thing off
And I call it getting brainwashed
Slaughter's hotter than ever
To be hotter, you gotta cop a Carrera
Prada your leather
Walk in an executive's office and holler
"You better hit my pockets with cheddar
Feed me paper like my pockets
Are a document shredder"
You really thought I’d get
This money and behave?
Niggas left me for dead
Did the dougie on my grave
I'll break your purse for my perseverance
Them same labels getting raped for
A verse of clearance (for real)
Bet never thought that you'd be
Back in this position, got no
Answers for their questions and it
Kills you just to listen b-b-but you know
There's nowhere else left to go
And I ain't comin' home
III ain't comin' home
God's favorite
Dark horse of the devil's family
I'm Plan A 'til it's my damned day
Failure's my Plan B
From ashy to fancy, behind bars
To behind the bars to made it
So I can fit an jail cell inside of my pantry
My daughter's a doll
She loves to see her father come
She loves to blow bubbles with her bubble gum
Now she lives inside of one, just accept it
Got Martin King's heart and
Martin Sheen's son's blood
Cuz missed me with your questions
I am the Martin Scorsese of this profession
That's why I'm outta here
Like Martin Lawrence said, get to stepping
And I did it doing the kind of music I like
You's a fool, you thought that "Boom" would
Be my only highlight
Slaughterhouse been outcast, first
We're here, then we're there
Then we started to rhyme like we pretend
To load our pens with lead
Now we moving on up like the Jeffersons
Cause things came full circle like the
Top of Sherman Hemsley's head
Bet never thought that you'd be
Back in this position, got no
Answers for their questions and it
Kills you just to listen b-b-but you know
There's nowhere else left to go
And I ain't comin' home
III ain't comin' home
Thought we was gone, huh? Hahaha
Y'all sound stupid slaughterhouse, nigga
(Gangsta Griz-ills) Uh
I heard the whispers
They thought that I was done before
They thought Dre said I was somethin'
He don't want no more
They thought I got dropped
They thought I would stop
I thought not, hopped out the square
Thought out the box (Woo)
Listen, I keep it real
I was hopin' that the major work
But I was indie again
Time for some major work already hungry
But the non-believers made it worse
Had me posted up in that booth
Like every day the 1st
Who was s'posed to give up? Nah, not me
Man, post this shit up on Nah Right, B
(Yaowa)
Hello world, I'm a star, look what I invented
Rap radar identified what my spider senses
I had the Hip-Hop game on smash
And a title locked up, like Akon's smash
And then I linked with three dudes
Who also say y'all trash
With another chance to show you again
So I'm holdin' this pen like
Bet never thought that you'd be
Back in this position, got no
Answers for their questions and it
Kills you just to listen b-b-but you know
There's nowhere else left to go
And I ain't comin' home
III ain't comin' home
It started with assault charges, B&E’s
Burglaries for keeps
And a dark back alley block
In them Jersey city streets who knew
That I could prosper spittin' aca
Off of Hennessey vodka?
And dudes who were meant to be
Partners will mentally block ya
And paying with pennies? from
Denny's to Lobster
But your own actions is what
Could essentially stop ya
I come around and the track get nervous
If you wrote them off
Then be able to track that purchase
Hooked up the IV
So? that I be deceased in the near
My heated wrist feel on the reaper's ears
But he can't hear
If you're talking chain of command
I want to be clear we're different links
How can an A-Lister and Z share
Rodman with the trash talk, Magic or Walt
With the black ball
Way I bounce off the asphalt with cat paws
Move relentless through the rumors
And my mere presence says God's got
A funny sense of humor
Bet never thought that you'd be
Back in this position, got no
Answers for their questions and it
Kills you just to listen b-b-but you know
There's nowhere else left to go
And I ain't comin' home
III ain't comin' home
Bet you never thought that you'd
Be back in that position
I'm talking to you bitches
Arch your back in that position
Your ratchet ass was missing
You thought that I fell off
Of Shady Aftermath musicians
Got me packing ammunition
I'm back, the circle gang boss
Witness the resurrection
My career came 'cross
Jesus, name a vixen I can't toss
She use her mouth to clean my thing off
And I call it getting brainwashed
Slaughter's hotter than ever
To be hotter, you gotta cop a Carrera
Prada your leather
Walk in an executive's office and holler
"You better hit my pockets with cheddar
Feed me paper like my pockets
Are a document shredder"
You really thought I’d get
This money and behave?
Niggas left me for dead
Did the dougie on my grave
I'll break your purse for my perseverance
Them same labels getting raped for
A verse of clearance (for real)
Bet never thought that you'd be
Back in this position, got no
Answers for their questions and it
Kills you just to listen b-b-but you know
There's nowhere else left to go
And I ain't comin' home
III ain't comin' home
God's favorite
Dark horse of the devil's family
I'm Plan A 'til it's my damned day
Failure's my Plan B
From ashy to fancy, behind bars
To behind the bars to made it
So I can fit an jail cell inside of my pantry
My daughter's a doll
She loves to see her father come
She loves to blow bubbles with her bubble gum
Now she lives inside of one, just accept it
Got Martin King's heart and
Martin Sheen's son's blood
Cuz missed me with your questions
I am the Martin Scorsese of this profession
That's why I'm outta here
Like Martin Lawrence said, get to stepping
And I did it doing the kind of music I like
You's a fool, you thought that "Boom" would
Be my only highlight
Slaughterhouse been outcast, first
We're here, then we're there
Then we started to rhyme like we pretend
To load our pens with lead
Now we moving on up like the Jeffersons
Cause things came full circle like the
Top of Sherman Hemsley's head
Bet never thought that you'd be
Back in this position, got no
Answers for their questions and it
Kills you just to listen b-b-but you know
There's nowhere else left to go
And I ain't comin' home
III ain't comin' home