Slaughterhouse - SayDatThen lyrics

You got something on your mind, nigga?
Say dat then

Well, let me say it without worryin'
About if my label okay it
When Weapon Waist wylin' out, man
Give him room
Used to have skeletons in my closet
But now they sit in my livin' room
Octomom, I picture puttin' more niggas
In a hole than that bitch's womb
The street sweeper's the wicked witches broom
A silver spoon, I never had it (Nah)
I grew up mad at Anne Frank
'cause the bitch lived in a better attic
(A better attic) Say dat then
I seen my share of static
They say that it made me charismatic
Born leader who was born Libra
In a foreign two-seater with a porn diva
Blowin' reefer and pouring liters of vodka


'Cause the feds freezin' a nigga bread
I'm drinkin', thinkin' they gon' seize me
Even when I'm dead (Fuck 'em)
Killers in my backyard
In the dark with choppers
While I'm sleepin' in my bed
(Fuck) , dreamin' about Slaughterhouse
Droppin' an album that's a chart
Topper while I got these
Demons schemin' on my head even
Though I'm the realest (Yes)
See, there wasn't enough violence in
Menace I I Society
To show you how Cali killers
Be chillin' in society
And the police, they hate me
Long Beach PD prolly wanna kill
Eminem for signin' me (Real talk)
'Cause I was supposed to be a statistic
A ghost to me is realistic
My dead homie said, "Say dat then"

Guess this where I'm supposed to vent, huh?
Under scrutiny, all my opportunity went, huh?
Reality is I had more personality bent, huh?
Nonsense but honestly my conscience
Is dealin' with a
Constant conflict with the bullshit
I be doin' that I feel so bad about
The second after it's accomplished
A compass, i need one of those 'cause
I'm wandering in darkness
But I see straight
And it feels great being clean around this
Being clean around this (Say dat then)
Being clean around this garbage
Two steppin through this garden
Full of frozen cold snakes when you a lion
Warm hearted bank account comma
But still get ya undergarments from Target
With a penthouse apartment
Kinda nigga still ready to
Piss in the elevator
And shake the doorman's hand
Before you go jogging
(Yaowa) I'm just a hood nigga, fuck it
But I'm a good nigga fucking after
That cat on my tongue
But never the cat got my tongue my nigga
(Say dat then) So I could knock
Your dome off your neck
Get your whole right eye socket
Broke with a left
You could go apeshit, fake prick
And take flicks with eight cliques
You still never posing a threat
If you gon' say something, say it then

Hahaha my biiiig mouth
I got a big mouth, can't help it
Talk from my heart, real
You know what I'm saying?
Whatever comes, comes

You got something on your mind nigga?
I made a living off of rhyming 'bout
Just how I feel at the moment
Right at this particular moment
I'm in that zone where I'm wondering
How far I really could get
With just my diploma
Reflecting on how rap is a blessing
Feeling that same feeling before I
Fucked my first bad bitch
That I got right after undressing
Feeling like "Am I about to get this?"
In yo head you hear it
That voice of confidence
That comes down on you from the heavens like
"yeah, you 'bout to get it"
Just hope that you don't stick
Your dick in the dud
Cause that bitch could end up your wife
Or your mistress
Or a chick the same type as your mistress
Or a chick that's just gon' draw your
Name with a stick in the mud
Rather intended or unintended
It all comes with the territory
No pun intended
I fell out with all of my friends like
"Is it me or is it them?"
Angry like, "Shit, everybody can't be wrong
But a lot of these niggas
Just can't be right"
Therefore, I'll say it's their fault
(Say dat then) i fucking plan to
Too many hoes out here
Niggas done ran through
I'd rather roll through the
Valley and lay low
I done fell out of love and back
In love again then out of love
And back with my spouse more
Than Halle and J lo
If she left me, my inner self would shatter
I could leave her, cause I'm a selfish addict
The problem is
I just don't want nobody else to have her
If we split up, I consider my health a hazard
Or else living in wealth and lavish
And as far as these niggas
Who want to kill me
You never get a chance, you a criminal
Chill with your subliminal Twitter rants
You bigger than that
You just ain't bigger than me
You are literally killing me figuratively
I'm busy thinking about who hot and
How they bit off me
If any one of you niggas jump on me
Nobody gon' have to tell you that
You should probably get off me
And that's off rip, bruh
Your contract killers can sign off richer
That little beef y'all talking is
Small things to a giant
Like Goliath been drinking that
Anaconda Malt Liquor
Slaughterhouse, we the nicest four fellas
(House Gang)
And if that day should come that
We should ever part ways
It'll just be an excuse for
Us to reunite at Coachella

I heard them words and they
Stung my ears rung
Was told that cancer finally made
It to his lungs
Some of y'all are blessed enough
That y'all have no idea
The fuck I'm talking 'bout
'cause y'all got no experience
So in case you hear this verse and thinkin'
There's the slightest chance
That he'll survive
His cancer's on level four
And there's not a five
Saw my mother lose her mother
Now my dad is losing his
All from miles apart
Wildest part is that's not the wildest part
What's outlandish is I too would wanna vanish
Alcoholic uncle robbin' him blind
And taking advantage
My aunt's supposed to be holding him down
But she's sure to gain (why?)
Behind his back she took
Out another insurance claim
(Say dat then) Well, indeed I will
They making all these alterations to his will
He can't even play his poker games in peace
Y'all gotta chill
Like I can't decide if he's dying
Or y'all rather have him killed
I know a nigga last breath
Shouldn't be this way
And if they was I would panic too
Tell me what's a man to do
Playing devil's advocate
None of it's understandable
I walk in the house and feel
That energy as if it's tangible
While e'ry rapper got a cuban on
Looking like marks I'm just busy trying
To get my Mark Cuban on
My Lyor Rick Rubin on, my
Nas, Pac, Big, Jay, Em, and fusion on
Could out rap any movement goin'
Gun on the couch shit
Wrong one to be running your mouth wit'
Bars, no VH1, it's Mouse shit
If a nigga don't spit crack
Go back and stock up no harm
Sometimes you got to stir it till it rock up
Been broke and been rich, been high, sober
Fucked almost e'ry model twice over like
I was living my life over
These niggas ain't gotta like me
But after a decade in
They all respect me, shit
They don't even directly indirect me
It's cool though, back to business
Stacking these riches
Means caskets in ditches with my
Trues on living sacrilegious
It's Joe looking like money
All the pretty hoes can't help but look
Life hand me lemons
Better be what Jordan Belfort took
Slaughter la familia, Glocks out over here
The schoolboy's with Kendrick
We dropouts over here
Uh, no offense 'cause them my niggas
And that list is short, you get the gist
I'm sure joey