Slaughterhouse - Our Way (Outro) (welcome to: OUR HOUSE) lyrics
[Slaughterhouse - Our Way Outro welcome to: OUR HOUSE lyrics]
We them back pack niggas rap rap niggas
You’ll be talking shit about all day
Internet underground, niggas
Our intellect just won't allow us
To make records y'all way
Get over yourselves, fucker
Get over yourselves, sucker
Guess that we them back pack niggas
Rap rap niggas
Who will never sell a record, no way
Guess what sucker
We made it, we made it, we made it
But we did it our way, our way, our way
Though it took some time but
We finally made it
Now can you truly say that
You made it? Your Way
Dear mister end all be all of an opinion
Fuck what you’re saying
You’ve got fans but we’ve got minions
Plus Eminem got Stans like an arena
I went and seen it from abroad to back home
Y'all ain't got to clap
We’re gonna make this track clap, clap
Clap for him
Let me take your back, we turn one
Song to a group, to a concert
To a record deal
And yes it feels more like carpentry than
Artistry God's work let’s get real
All you hear is them niggas like 50
Too while we in the 62
But it ain’t no industry business
I ain’t privy to
Yeah and for y'all niggas that tired of it
Just lay down and picture your
Soul over your body
Get over yourselves, fucker
Get over yourselves, sucker
Guess that we them back pack niggas
Rap rap niggas
Who will never sell a record, no way
Guess what sucker
We made it, we made it, we made it
But we did it our way, our way, our way
Though it took some time but
We finally made it
Now can you truly say that
You made it? Your Way
Check my rhyme, timeline
I took time with every line
Now I don't rhyme unless a check gets signed
My bank account, it don’t look bad
I got house gang, hood swag
I'm a Crook that'll Jump Off with
Five 9's or a good jab
Hell yeah, I could brag
Dude ain't never switch
Whether the booth or on the strip I
Kept a Mac in my book bag
You mad little nigga cause
I'm holding the belt
Do some ad-libs nigga, get over yourself
I’m here for the duration
You’re here to reputation
Slide them Dre's over your shit
Prepare your ears for devastation
‘Cause if YAOWA on that
Motherfucker Yaowa going in
Y'all wan' be mad go right
Ahead but once again
Get over yourselves, fucker
Get over yourselves, sucker
Guess that we them back pack niggas
Rap rap niggas
Who will never sell a record, no way
Guess what sucker
We made it, we made it, we made it
But we did it our way, our way, our way
Though it took some time but
We finally made it
Now can you truly say that
You made it? Your Way
As a poster child for Photoshop
My whole image was wrong
Straight out a movie
Took a pill and all my limit's were gone
Now you mention the best and you gotta argue
Son clothes I used to borrow some
Now it's name brand drawers
Just so my dick can see how far I've come
Changing the topic to women they know
Me to keep mine in labels
That's how they drape judging of shapes
I should keep mine in stables
They left him for dead, took
Him to watch me resurrect
That shit's pathetic
Shouldered the blame it's a shame it
Took hindsight to give me credit
I got kitchens in the masters
The fish tank is a wall
I got couches in the closets
My estate is confused
We say that blatantly for the fools that
Missed with a blessing that steal
There’s no other outcome when
You question my will
Get over yourselves, fucker
Get over yourselves, sucker
Guess that we them back pack niggas
Rap rap niggas
Who will never sell a record, no way
Guess what sucker
We made it, we made it, we made it
But we did it our way, our way, our way
Though it took some time but
We finally made it
Now can you truly say that
You made it? Your Way
They say I’d never make it, never make it
My rhyme scheme is a crime scene
Dog I yellow tape it for lyrical murder
I’m on the verge of my next merger
Had to crawl before I walk
So after I ex Gerber
I took it a step further
I took over the web servers
I took over the west word
To these fresh words
And rode the wave of web surfers
A circus- that’s what this industry
Makes me think about
Cause selling out's a shortcut
Integrity's the scenic route
But you have never seen a crew or better team
While you forever sleep we’re doing
Everything you fuckers dream about
Sucker Slaughterhouse is what they
Scream and shout
Not the crowd, I mean your bitch now
Get over yourselves, fucker
Get over yourselves, sucker
Guess that we them back pack niggas
Rap rap niggas
Who will never sell a record, no way
Guess what sucker
We made it, we made it, we made it
But we did it our way, our way, our way
Though it took some time but
We finally made it
Now can you truly say that
You made it? Your Way
You’ll be talking shit about all day
Internet underground, niggas
Our intellect just won't allow us
To make records y'all way
Get over yourselves, fucker
Get over yourselves, sucker
Guess that we them back pack niggas
Rap rap niggas
Who will never sell a record, no way
Guess what sucker
We made it, we made it, we made it
But we did it our way, our way, our way
Though it took some time but
We finally made it
Now can you truly say that
You made it? Your Way
Dear mister end all be all of an opinion
Fuck what you’re saying
You’ve got fans but we’ve got minions
Plus Eminem got Stans like an arena
I went and seen it from abroad to back home
Y'all ain't got to clap
We’re gonna make this track clap, clap
Clap for him
Let me take your back, we turn one
Song to a group, to a concert
To a record deal
And yes it feels more like carpentry than
Artistry God's work let’s get real
All you hear is them niggas like 50
Too while we in the 62
But it ain’t no industry business
I ain’t privy to
Yeah and for y'all niggas that tired of it
Just lay down and picture your
Soul over your body
Get over yourselves, fucker
Get over yourselves, sucker
Guess that we them back pack niggas
Rap rap niggas
Who will never sell a record, no way
Guess what sucker
We made it, we made it, we made it
But we did it our way, our way, our way
Though it took some time but
We finally made it
Now can you truly say that
You made it? Your Way
Check my rhyme, timeline
I took time with every line
Now I don't rhyme unless a check gets signed
My bank account, it don’t look bad
I got house gang, hood swag
I'm a Crook that'll Jump Off with
Five 9's or a good jab
Hell yeah, I could brag
Dude ain't never switch
Whether the booth or on the strip I
Kept a Mac in my book bag
You mad little nigga cause
I'm holding the belt
Do some ad-libs nigga, get over yourself
I’m here for the duration
You’re here to reputation
Slide them Dre's over your shit
Prepare your ears for devastation
‘Cause if YAOWA on that
Motherfucker Yaowa going in
Y'all wan' be mad go right
Ahead but once again
Get over yourselves, fucker
Get over yourselves, sucker
Guess that we them back pack niggas
Rap rap niggas
Who will never sell a record, no way
Guess what sucker
We made it, we made it, we made it
But we did it our way, our way, our way
Though it took some time but
We finally made it
Now can you truly say that
You made it? Your Way
As a poster child for Photoshop
My whole image was wrong
Straight out a movie
Took a pill and all my limit's were gone
Now you mention the best and you gotta argue
Son clothes I used to borrow some
Now it's name brand drawers
Just so my dick can see how far I've come
Changing the topic to women they know
Me to keep mine in labels
That's how they drape judging of shapes
I should keep mine in stables
They left him for dead, took
Him to watch me resurrect
That shit's pathetic
Shouldered the blame it's a shame it
Took hindsight to give me credit
I got kitchens in the masters
The fish tank is a wall
I got couches in the closets
My estate is confused
We say that blatantly for the fools that
Missed with a blessing that steal
There’s no other outcome when
You question my will
Get over yourselves, fucker
Get over yourselves, sucker
Guess that we them back pack niggas
Rap rap niggas
Who will never sell a record, no way
Guess what sucker
We made it, we made it, we made it
But we did it our way, our way, our way
Though it took some time but
We finally made it
Now can you truly say that
You made it? Your Way
They say I’d never make it, never make it
My rhyme scheme is a crime scene
Dog I yellow tape it for lyrical murder
I’m on the verge of my next merger
Had to crawl before I walk
So after I ex Gerber
I took it a step further
I took over the web servers
I took over the west word
To these fresh words
And rode the wave of web surfers
A circus- that’s what this industry
Makes me think about
Cause selling out's a shortcut
Integrity's the scenic route
But you have never seen a crew or better team
While you forever sleep we’re doing
Everything you fuckers dream about
Sucker Slaughterhouse is what they
Scream and shout
Not the crowd, I mean your bitch now
Get over yourselves, fucker
Get over yourselves, sucker
Guess that we them back pack niggas
Rap rap niggas
Who will never sell a record, no way
Guess what sucker
We made it, we made it, we made it
But we did it our way, our way, our way
Though it took some time but
We finally made it
Now can you truly say that
You made it? Your Way