Slaughterhouse - Die lyrics
[Slaughterhouse - Die lyrics]
Alright, look i seen these guys backstage
I'ma say it right now: There
Isn't a group in the rap game
Today, that lyric for lyric
Can out rap these next dudes i
Know it for a motherfucking fact
I know it 'cause I'm from
The West Coast and I
Was there when Crooked I first came
On the scene when Joell Ortiz
First came on the scene when Joe
Budden first came on the
Scene, and one of the illest
Lyricists in the game, when Royce
Da 5'9 first came on the
Scene! Welcome to: Our House
Give it up for Slaughterhouse!
Everything you been asking for, yes
I'm about to give it to ya
You ain't gotta worry no more
Cause I'm about to put one through ya
I got a bullet with your name on it
Coming through the radio
Sounds like I got an AK
Dumping straight through the radio
If you tryna be target practice
You finally found a shooter
Soon as I pull my gun
I know that someone's gonna
Die, die, die, die
Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei tonight
Nigga, this that shooter music
I'm about that life so much
I might go touch my rifles butt and
My dick just might go up
Nigga, that nostril on that rifle'll knock
The snot right out you
Try me and I try out ya
The drum on the gun is Beta like Phi Alpha
But there ain't no frat niggas in
The hood be calling me Tackleberry
And if he's iron
He will have him a easier time trying
To put on some pads and go
In and try to tackle Barry
Then he go against this god damn G4 buying
Detroit lion
I'm about that life so much I might go golf
Trying to get me a hole-in-one to remind
Me of like when I go off homicidal thoughts
Bodies outlined in chalk by
The time it's dark
Dahmer signing his name on a dotted
Line with a bloody body part
I don't give a fuck if they wilding
I got a clip full of fucking Ray Allens
Selling that Sarah Palin
In broad day or Letterman Fallon
When I shoot this iron
All you hear is hooping and hollin' like
(Bombs away) Bootsy Collins
Everything you been asking for, yes
I'm about to give it to ya
You ain't gotta worry no more
Cause I'm about to put one through ya
I got a bullet with your name on it
Coming through the radio
Sounds like I got an AK
Dumping straight through the radio
If you tryna be target practice
You finally found a shooter
Soon as I pull my gun
I know that someone's gonna
Die, die, die, die
Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei tonight
They shot my nigga three times
As his abdominal bled
They robbed him for phenomenal bread
That domino led
To other dominos fallin' in his
Clique, off with their heads, sick
Saw him in that hospital bed
Leaned away from the doctor and said
They'll all be dead soon
And I'm talking before that nurse
Can change the IV i'ma put em in the dirt
Leave em leaking raspberry flavored ice tea
My G, kill him and take his ID
I'm a renegade like E-M-IN-E-M and J-A-Y-Z
Bitch it's karate
It's Mr miyagi mixed with Issey Miyake
Smell that chopper kicking when
It's lifting ya body
Quick as Bugattis, then I'm hitting the Omni
With a chicken licking my dick in
The lobby this New Edition, i'm Bobby
Fast laner
I'm speaking the truth, put 3 in the coupe
I'ma wet your head like a leak in the roof
Then I'm leaving the booth for gas chamber
My granny calling me a rap singer
But she don't know I use my strap finger
Everything you been asking for, yes
I'm about to give it to ya
You ain't gotta worry no more
Cause I'm about to put one through ya
I got a bullet with your name on it
Coming through the radio
Sounds like I got an AK
Dumping straight through the radio
If you tryna be target practice
You finally found a shooter
Soon as I pull my gun
I know that someone's gonna
Die, die, die, die
Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei tonight
Look, this a whole 'nother "Ether"
Hop out, black mask, low Caesar
Tell the goonies keep it low with the reefer
New bodies on old heaters
We ain't rapped too tight
Starving, they thought Jeffrey
Dahmer had appetite i'm detail, not derail
Don't lay your head if you shit by it
Got skeletons, but my shit private
I paved the way, y'all misguided
So try it, I'ma send a threat
Tie her up don't end her yet
Bullet go through your wife's eye now we
Know you ain't on the internet
In my head I see amateurs
Can't retain a memory
All I'm left with is images
With that I'm putting emphasis
And in parentheses
Put he's hated by large percentages
And all my nemesis won't even
Let 'em on the premises
One shot, change him for life
He'll be belligerent
Even his text messages are gonna
Read like he's whispering
Bulletproofed the hoodie for Trayvon Martin
Then go to war with the cops
Even they aren't pardoned
Everything you been asking for, yes
I'm about to give it to ya
You ain't gotta worry no more
Cause I'm about to put one through ya
I got a bullet with your name on it
Coming through the radio
Sounds like I got an AK
Dumping straight through the radio
If you tryna be target practice
You finally found a shooter
Soon as I pull my gun
I know that someone's gonna
Die, die, die, die
Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei tonight
I'ma say it right now: There
Isn't a group in the rap game
Today, that lyric for lyric
Can out rap these next dudes i
Know it for a motherfucking fact
I know it 'cause I'm from
The West Coast and I
Was there when Crooked I first came
On the scene when Joell Ortiz
First came on the scene when Joe
Budden first came on the
Scene, and one of the illest
Lyricists in the game, when Royce
Da 5'9 first came on the
Scene! Welcome to: Our House
Give it up for Slaughterhouse!
Everything you been asking for, yes
I'm about to give it to ya
You ain't gotta worry no more
Cause I'm about to put one through ya
I got a bullet with your name on it
Coming through the radio
Sounds like I got an AK
Dumping straight through the radio
If you tryna be target practice
You finally found a shooter
Soon as I pull my gun
I know that someone's gonna
Die, die, die, die
Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei tonight
Nigga, this that shooter music
I'm about that life so much
I might go touch my rifles butt and
My dick just might go up
Nigga, that nostril on that rifle'll knock
The snot right out you
Try me and I try out ya
The drum on the gun is Beta like Phi Alpha
But there ain't no frat niggas in
The hood be calling me Tackleberry
And if he's iron
He will have him a easier time trying
To put on some pads and go
In and try to tackle Barry
Then he go against this god damn G4 buying
Detroit lion
I'm about that life so much I might go golf
Trying to get me a hole-in-one to remind
Me of like when I go off homicidal thoughts
Bodies outlined in chalk by
The time it's dark
Dahmer signing his name on a dotted
Line with a bloody body part
I don't give a fuck if they wilding
I got a clip full of fucking Ray Allens
Selling that Sarah Palin
In broad day or Letterman Fallon
When I shoot this iron
All you hear is hooping and hollin' like
(Bombs away) Bootsy Collins
Everything you been asking for, yes
I'm about to give it to ya
You ain't gotta worry no more
Cause I'm about to put one through ya
I got a bullet with your name on it
Coming through the radio
Sounds like I got an AK
Dumping straight through the radio
If you tryna be target practice
You finally found a shooter
Soon as I pull my gun
I know that someone's gonna
Die, die, die, die
Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei tonight
They shot my nigga three times
As his abdominal bled
They robbed him for phenomenal bread
That domino led
To other dominos fallin' in his
Clique, off with their heads, sick
Saw him in that hospital bed
Leaned away from the doctor and said
They'll all be dead soon
And I'm talking before that nurse
Can change the IV i'ma put em in the dirt
Leave em leaking raspberry flavored ice tea
My G, kill him and take his ID
I'm a renegade like E-M-IN-E-M and J-A-Y-Z
Bitch it's karate
It's Mr miyagi mixed with Issey Miyake
Smell that chopper kicking when
It's lifting ya body
Quick as Bugattis, then I'm hitting the Omni
With a chicken licking my dick in
The lobby this New Edition, i'm Bobby
Fast laner
I'm speaking the truth, put 3 in the coupe
I'ma wet your head like a leak in the roof
Then I'm leaving the booth for gas chamber
My granny calling me a rap singer
But she don't know I use my strap finger
Everything you been asking for, yes
I'm about to give it to ya
You ain't gotta worry no more
Cause I'm about to put one through ya
I got a bullet with your name on it
Coming through the radio
Sounds like I got an AK
Dumping straight through the radio
If you tryna be target practice
You finally found a shooter
Soon as I pull my gun
I know that someone's gonna
Die, die, die, die
Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei tonight
Look, this a whole 'nother "Ether"
Hop out, black mask, low Caesar
Tell the goonies keep it low with the reefer
New bodies on old heaters
We ain't rapped too tight
Starving, they thought Jeffrey
Dahmer had appetite i'm detail, not derail
Don't lay your head if you shit by it
Got skeletons, but my shit private
I paved the way, y'all misguided
So try it, I'ma send a threat
Tie her up don't end her yet
Bullet go through your wife's eye now we
Know you ain't on the internet
In my head I see amateurs
Can't retain a memory
All I'm left with is images
With that I'm putting emphasis
And in parentheses
Put he's hated by large percentages
And all my nemesis won't even
Let 'em on the premises
One shot, change him for life
He'll be belligerent
Even his text messages are gonna
Read like he's whispering
Bulletproofed the hoodie for Trayvon Martin
Then go to war with the cops
Even they aren't pardoned
Everything you been asking for, yes
I'm about to give it to ya
You ain't gotta worry no more
Cause I'm about to put one through ya
I got a bullet with your name on it
Coming through the radio
Sounds like I got an AK
Dumping straight through the radio
If you tryna be target practice
You finally found a shooter
Soon as I pull my gun
I know that someone's gonna
Die, die, die, die
Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei tonight