Slaughterhouse - Sucka MC's Lyrics
[Featuring: Freeway]Sometimes you gotta wonderMaybe it's the competitive nature of the gameThe story kills them[Verse 1: Freeway]This is the way the story goes, when you in it for the doughAnd you swinging for the fence, close friends'll turn to foesAct just like hoes, want you to get the dinner for 'emNiggas trying to slow; walk me but I been up on 'emPartly cause part of me got love for 'emBut a part of me got a slug for 'emIt's hard for me, he was there from the start of meShared gear. See, part of me still caresBut part of me feels, he 'bout to come to my house to slaughter meWait 'til I hit the balcony, then Dr. Martin meThis heart full of larceny, they think I'm the dollar treeSince I'm the nigga with the weight and they ain'tThey're like P90X trying to make me lose caloriesState Prop chain-gang maintain salaryFreezer sends his goons through hourly, devouringIt's just the Philly in meWord to Joey crack, jealous ones envy, sucka MC's***** haters, get cheese[Hook x2]I can see my friendsTurn green with envy(Jealous ones envy, sucka MC's***** haters, get cheese)[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]I said, with friends like these, who needs enemiesInside this evil industry, where the green breeds greed, envy, and schemesAnd schemes Of B & E's and dreams of seeing me up under guillotinesBut the desert eagle I'm bringing with me can be its wingsIt's supposed to be about respectYour boys will watch you spend some of your dough and then they'll count the rest and bounce before you can bounce a checkHe not jealous, he just wants you to split whatever you get with himAnd all that he sees is all that you bought and it sticks with himThe snake in the grass from the garden of Eden, it bit himThe first recorded sin, for 4 to 10 to 25 to lifeI can quote stories of lead from the top of my head like I don't writeDrunk and high on life, I learned to back up my own hypeWhen I had to steal back my own bike, pastor's on me like "pass the collection plates" of white on riceGod fearing, my only flaw's my giving heartIt's not conducive to being frugal and living smartMaybe I'll die dumbLeaving behind a beautiful corpse known for my hand on my balls like Cy YoungEyes numb from constantly staying openAnd constantly being haunted by promises they brokenWe supposed to get money[Hook x2][Verse 3: Crooked I]The bottom of a vodka bottle describes my drink behaviorYou're far from biblical scriptures if you're thinking a drink can save yaWhat happens when your seamen donor leaves the streets to raise ya?You raise your heat, ready to go HAM like Lincoln AbraAy bruh, I know this stripperWho was talking to this nigga, who was talking while he tipped herBout the pitches and zippers he be flipping to get them chippersHe told her about his stash, slip of the the tongue off the liquorYeah I used to dick her, now I call her my play sisterYeah, we can trust her, we can bust in on that buster while he's with herWith a ski mask, gloves and snubs doin it like a crook shouldSlapped a ***** up a couple of times to make it look goodHe said, "Damn, Crooked, you're frozen cold"When I'm broke, these are the types of thoughts that overload my domeWhen I'm alone I done dirt that I never ever even told a soulBut my soul knows Ortiz, I need to slow my role[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]You little suckers, muh'*****erI put a verse frm everyone a you dud busters in FuddruckersGot swinging but going nowhere; mud puttersWalking 'round all sour you little bud puffersI'm done dudda, shottas, papaI let the gun stutter, clap at booty, niggas, I gun butt yaOne mother, no father, no sisters no brotherCouple cousins, why bother, I'm one of one plus, uhWho gives a ***** about the next man, my jet landYour face all blue, orange you're mad like a Mets fanI'm Brooklyn, like the Atlantic Ave. Nets andI run with wildcats like the next season's Jets plansFeel the fire like Rex-manYou make one half of Smif & Wessun sign to Russell, man you're tech jamKuz its rusty ain't been popped in foreverMy Glock sever your top. Better not diddy-bop through my block in your lever*****[Hook]
