Paroles de Everybody Down de Slaughterhouse

As we proceed
To give you what you need
As we proceed
To give you what you need
Slaughterhouse up in this b-tch
Get your b-tch, make it quick
Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down
B-tch this ain't no club hit
This is a motherf-cking stick-up
Quick, everybody down

Royce Da 5'9"
I'm about to rob the hardest n-gga out here
Yes I'm on my joker sh-t
I keep a Heath Ledger for the joke of it
I don't plan ahead of them, I don't gamble
I just keep a four four clip
Full of bullets than resemble poker chips
I'm so the sh-t, b-tches jumping at my poker stick
Slaughterhouse you know we sick, everybody down
Take your b-tch, same b-tch you wake up with
Make her trick till her f-cking thighs hurt
Momma if your p-ssy wet, you shouldn't have a dry purse
Call me Ryan Rhinoplasty
I will augment your ass if you mess with God's work
When it comes to Drama, fighting second, homicides first
I don't look for Drama, Drama follows me so why search
Everybody, Everybody we gon need you quiet, shhh
Slaughter got a message, Everybody down
I'm a cheddar getter, you a teller
I don't care, whatever, I'll just scare the witnesses
I'm the illest in here, bring a pen and pad
And don't compare the sicknesses
Where the f-ck the ruler at, so we can measure sentences
I am better than I've ever been, never been better
I don't follow trends, I set trends for the trendsetters, n-gguh


[Refrain]
Slaughterhouse up in this b-tch
Get your b-tch, make it quick
Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down
B-tch this ain't no club hit
This is a motherf-cking stick-up
Quick, everybody down

As we proceed
To give you what you need
As we proceed
And now the drive by

Crooked I
First I pull up on your block, let my entire torch
Spit fire, burn down your empire's boardwalk
B-tch I am melting my rims, tires, draw off
Porsche hit the wall, then my pills high as war-off
Crawled out, grabbed the new banana clip
Lascerations on my face
Travel agents sh-t I still plan trip
Ran up on the first n-gga who had a whip
Eat to die a hero, or abandon ship
(Get out your car n-gga!)
I could kill you now f-ck a witness
I'm all about my business, you all about your b-tchness
And I ain't bout to slow down
You oughta ask you daughter
About f-cking around with Slaughter, You bound to go down
Ima disappear when you meet the Lord,
Ima be a border G for the single pro in me and more
Or bring a hoard or be a slur
Either or we ignore casualties of war you can meet the floor now

[Refrain]
Slaughterhouse up in this b-tch
Get your b-tch, make it quick
Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down
B-tch this ain't no club hit
This is a motherf-cking stick-up
Quick, everybody down

As we proceed
To give you what you need
As we proceed
To give you what you need

Joe Budden
I get on my 'I don't give a f-ck' kit
F-ck the money, f-ck the wealth,
F-ck your label, f-ck your lyrics,
You sit on a f-cking shelve,
Lava so if ain't in the topic of the constant, the discussion fell
Tell the b-tch that this dick game ain't no suck-itself
N-gga, I ain't no rapper I'm a mercenary
Every verse I bury, some will blame it on the perks I carry
Been in disguise when I failed or I lost
But they won't know I'm a god until I'm nailed on the cross
And these rappers is a mess, sad is if they best
Magnum to their chest, they could piss me
It won't matter what they said
They just rhyme, I just climb on the ladder to success
And maybe bring me some n-ggas that would rather me with less
My advice for the f-ck boys: make some hard improvements
Career at a standstill how you gonna start a movement
Slaughterhouse the gang take part in what we doing
Or get steamed rolled over n-gga pardon the intrusion

[Refrain]
Slaughterhouse up in this b-tch
Get your b-tch, make it quick
Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down
B-tch this ain't no club hit
This is a motherf-cking stick-up
Quick, everybody down
As we proceed
To give you what you need
As we proceed
To give you what you need


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