Slaughterhouse Iz the Name: accordi di
Slaughterhouse
Slaughterhouse

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Tonalità: D# minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Give me that beat, woo
It's a Buffo's tack move
If I feel strong about it I'ma clap about it
You take it like a bitch
You ain't doin' nothin' bout it
Percy got a lot of niggas
thinkin' that they bout it
To the escape plate,
connect the dots with their body
Them pussy -ass niggas,
ain't doin' nothin' bout it
They won't talk about it,
I'ma put the chalk around it
I'm bustin',
I leave the scene disgustin'
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Nobody will discuss it,
survivors won't even talk about it
I snatch a dung about ya,
I bring the bitch about ya
Killas get called to God, nigga
Your wife, only if you believe
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A little attitude,
now you on your knees begging please,
while I keep her on her knees,
waiting for me to squeeze,
and it's been this way,
long before the movie or single,
I fuck around,
kick -knap your knees like Naomi Singer
Back in the game now,
spittin' hot flames now,
and all I wanna know is, what
you niggas gon' do about it,
practice my aim, how you mad
I got a name now, and all I wanna know is,
what the fuck you gon' do about it,
I take it back, what,
you think it's slacked off,
goddammit, what the fuck you gon' do about it,
slaughterhouses the game, and the I spent that delirious,
semi -curious rhyme
Putting holes in 90 %
of the mysterious theories of time
Cause it's more than area serious
when I combine
To destroy the abundant
infinite collection of inferior minds
Obsessed, lost, scrambling,
searching for a superior line
To intertwine and flatline the backtrack time
To a time before the future
Or the dark, closed the suture
That cold November night
when I had the suture
Over -prominent we could've
easily found a solution
Without taking it to be settled
in the course of the constitution
Creating lyrical rap prostitution
I find a way to extract a resolution
without upsetting the institution
That's producing the music
that the radio waves is using
In a failed attempt to try
and consolidate it before losing
The fight for the revolution,
for intrusion
Without bringing a fusion,
and a rap contribution
Back in the game now,
spitting hot flames now
And all I wanna know is,
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what you niggas gonna do about it
Practice my aim, how you mad
I got a name now
And all I wanna know is
what the fuck you gon' do about it
I take it back, what?
You think it's slack, huh?
God damn it, what the fuck you
gon' do about it?
Slaughterhouse is the game,
and the game can't remain without us
What the fuck they gon' do without us?
Cash can't fuck with the flow,
get your dick out the river
My lips stay stuck to the throw,
I spit to your liver
Givin' thanks to my homies
and all these hoes that know me
And weed burnin' says,
thanks cause you grow me
Grow me up, son, I did that
Then throw the CD in
and I peel your wig back
If you ain't bumping,
you fronting or blunting
Then wanting suckers is
running and ducking
Sick with just one of the gumming
Bullets is humming, it's something
Bitches are coming to bumming
I'm back at the crib with a dime
Putting rum into something
Who clicked tighter?
Well, your chick's rider
Then burn that bitch's bush
With a blue bitch lighter
Pick your fire
We got a whole crew spitting poison
You could've been retired
We ain't letting no toys in
The white Rick James
The mic spit flames
Or I might just sit back
and stick a dick in your bitch's brain
Back in the game now,
spittin' hot flames now
And all I wanna know is,
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what you niggas gon' do about it?
Practice my aim, have you met?
I got a name now
And all I wanna know is,
what the fuck you gon' do about it?
I take it back, what?
You think it's slack? God damn it,
what the fuck you gon' do about it?
Slaughterhouse is the game,
and the game can't remain without us
What the fuck they gon' do without us?
Yeah ho, Slaughterhouse nigga
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So what the fuck you gon' do about it?
We done been through the worst shit,
nigga, now we here, man
Ain't nothin' y 'all can
do about this shit,
dawg, you know what I'm sayin'?
This shit is destiny,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas lookin' at us,
hopin' that we motherfuckin' fall off,
dawg, but it's over
Heck, Kayla, get your boy,
don't fuck with us
Outro 1
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