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Slaughterhouse Lyrics Hammer Dance

Slaughterhouse Hammer Dance Lyrics

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
My real name my rap shit
No made up nigga, I’m straight up, nigga
I’m still in the projects where I came up, nigga
On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten, getting weighed up, nigga
I’m no shooter, but my shooters’ll have your brain exposed
But I’ll shoot 5 in a second homie and break your nose
Talking past, I’m dead ass
I was living life fast with my pistol in the grass
Digging in my ass trying to finish up the last so I can sit it in a stash
On East, wet, dripping from the bag
Milk crates sitting on the ave
While I’m looking left and right for the niggas with the badge
My mom’s dishes really had crack on ’em
Twelve twelves and I kept that shit packed for ’em
Yeah they came back for ’em
I can paint it so vivid cause I really lived it
If rap fail, I stack bail, and show you how to get it!

[Hook]
I’m in the club
Bottle in my hand doing my two step
While I got my gun in my pants, call it the hammer dance
Bitches dancing on a nigga when they feel the gun
I tell ’em we’re doing the hammer dance
Two steppin’ with my weapon on me
You good? I’m just checking, homie
??, you don’t stand a chance
While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
In these LA Times, I wake up on one
House slippers and coffee, I know the paper gon’ come
I drop shit that make the gangstas go dumb
Keep a bad bitch naked like my waist with no gun
I’m for real, how are you?
Got street power, from the Watts Towers to Howard U
How would you become me? I don’t do what you cowards do
Flip a thousand pounds of that sour dies- in a hour, dude
I’m out my muh’fuckin’ mind
Fucking punchline, salute my muh’fuckin’ grind
Ditching feds on the regular, they’re trying to catch a predator
Not the Chris Hanson type, but the Danny Glover kind
I’m a killer, everybody know I body your audio
When a shotty blow, say goodbye to your vado you maricon
You don’t think that I’m about this
Ice grill nigga, put your money where your mouth is

[Hook]
I’m in the club
Bottle in my hand doing my two step
While I got my gun in my pants, call it the hammer dance
Bitches dancing on a nigga when they feel the gun
I tell ’em we’re doing the hammer dance
Two steppin’ with my weapon on me
You good? I’m just checking, homie
??, you don’t stand a chance
While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
My real name my rap shit
Fuck with Chase, but the real bank is the mattress
Money ain’t new to me, been getting G-stacks
Since Smoove B took his shawty back from rehab
Knife work with me, but the chrome is extra
Case I’m in the same taxi as the bone collector
Y’all rappin’ ’bout models, I get hounded by ’em
Not a killer at all, I’m just surrounded by ’em
Just a real nigga, straight from my mother’s stomach
Ain’t enough cloth for all of us to be cut from it
Not decided by who toast led
Cause all of us would be angels for Pujols’ bread
Lot of hostility, hollering is killing me
Screaming “Over my dead body,” like it’s not a possibility
On my Jers’ bullshit, never mind me
But if it’s ever problems, niggas know where to find me

[Hook]
I’m in the club
Bottle in my hand doing my two step
While I got my gun in my pants, call it the hammer dance
Bitches dancing on a nigga when they feel the gun
I tell ’em we’re doing the hammer dance
Two steppin’ with my weapon on me
You good? I’m just checking, homie
??, you don’t stand a chance
While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance

Slaughterhouse Hammer Dance Lyrics

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Slaughterhouse Lyrics She Will

Slaughterhouse She Will Lyrics

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
I told her
Now go and pop that p-ssy for a real nigga
Fade as text me or deep but I still eager
Don’t do the small talk, wrong got a bill with it
She asked for a vay-cay, all she get is a guilt trip
Niggas is talking to the feds now bugging out
Even got cassettes in they chest, teddy ruxpin style
B!tches is wildin’ treating me like they husband now
Tho I got this white girl upstairs like this the drummin’ house

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Now go and pop that p-ssy for another real nigga
House gang bang bang, no deer injure
Long rifle, big bulls, drip ooz shout when I come round the corner
Like a vick cruz route
Suck it with you’re boobs out, you f-cking skank
Deep tho, please choke, yeah gag like a f-cking prank
You know what’s reeking, be freaking so tho we got dinner reservations
Later this evening I’m eatin’

[Hook: Joe Budden & Joell Ortiz]
She’s started to pop it for a nigga they look back
And told me baby, it’s real
And I said b!tch you crazy if you think I believe but I’mma still get a feel
She said that a head ground breaking so it’s only right that I show her, what a drill?
And she cute, so maybe she want
Yeah, ought nigga trust me she will
Yeah, do it for the hardest niggas spitting in the game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the hardest niggas spitting in the game right now
She will, she will
If I can drop her off and she ain’t gotta take the train right now She will, yeah
Do it for the hardest niggas spitting in the game right now
She will, she will

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
I mean..
Why the f-ck would she not, she’ll play my side just to be hot
Hop in my ride, crushing these blocks, swallow her pride
F-ck them Reebok, red bottoms glide, girl get on top and
Leave those on and go with your squat, let’s make this porn
See the red dot? The camera is on
Here’s your big shot
They say you’re shy, I know you’re not
Now prove em wrong
Make it

[Verse 4: Royce Da 5’9″]
He can’t go the places I go
He ain’t been the places I’ve been
He can’t f-ck the hoes that I’ve f-cked
He Don’t spend they way that I spend
Wait she hold that p-ssy hostage like a pimp is near by
With me she always wanna lay up like a rim is near by

[Verse 5: Crooked I]
Hop up on that pole and wind
Overtime, take off your clothes and grind
She know she fine, she low-key no she mind
Look at the neck and the ho get blind
F-ck your man, got a loaded nine
With a ? for colon bind
Put a bullet in his head, leave him with an open mind
And I poke his dime
Crooked I!
In the p-ssy and I go for ?
Why do you think they call it box
Gotta hit baby below the belt
Whether coka or moka after I stroke a
I never broke myself
We into march, but may 15th, we be on your shelf!
Welcome to our house nigga (House nigga)
No Clarence Thomas
We running your lane, we sunning the game
So pay your parents homage
Each one of my gang is one of the same, I’m being very honest
Bust that paint so black on a Bentley coup I’m feeling Farrah Conish
I promise, so many tattas got my name on it
These strippers, they bring the parade on stage and I rain on it
Real nigga!
Man I’m getting this money don’t ask how
You get cheese cause of dairy air is a cash cow

[Hook: Joe Budden & Joell Ortiz]
She’s started to pop it for a nigga they look back
And told me baby, it’s real
And I said b!tch you crazy if you think I believe but I’mma still get a feel
She said that a head ground breaking so it’s only right that I show her, what a drill?
And she cute, so maybe she want
Yeah, ought nigga trust me she will
Yeah, do it for the hardest niggas spitting in the game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the hardest niggas spitting in the game right now
She will, she will
If I can drop her off and she ain’t gotta take the train right now She will, yeah
Do it for the hardest niggas spitting in the game right now
She will, she will

Slaughterhouse She Will Lyrics