- The Warriors Feat Slaughterhouse 歌詞 Royce Da 59"
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- Royce Da 59"
- [Intro:]
Check the scene, pappas
Slaughterhouse, still standin
There was a murder last night
and the shit didnt really sit right with me
So I had to tell a story
Ohhhhhhhhh baby!
Blood on the walls, {?}
[Joe Budden]
Americas worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip-Hops only shining star in the nights air
Right here, dont fight fair, what I write yeah
Might there, throw em off like they Bobby Knights chair
I been where you tryin to be, Im already hot
All about cake, Betty Crock and spit ready rock
They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock
Kicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock
Im goin for the kill, focused on a steady plot
John Wilkes the Booth like when he dead aimed his nezzie shot
You listenin to hip-hops finest
You rewind this, Slaughterhouse behind this
[Joell Ortiz]
I like rap, this shit is cool, Im better than mad niggaz
But Im just as good a crack pitcher as a pad ripper
I say that to say this
Dont let mad liquor turn me to a bodybag zipper and not a ad-libber
Couple joints ago I was right on that ave witcha
Mad bigger than the cats David Tyree had last winter
Im not a made-up character
Thats a Puerto Rican Brooklynite with two kids yall see in them mag pictures
And however I gotta feed em I will
All they ever gon need in life is just, me and my will
Interfere with that its gon be more than a beat that I kill
Disrespect with an indirect and you will see if Im real
[Crooked I]
**** you blood-suckin parasites
Im bringin the terror right in front of your parents sight
You parents eyes, and yeah I wear a pair of pipes
I wear em like Sega like on a pair of thighs
Im Eric Wright, Im (Ruthless), I terrorize
Youll either perish or be paralyzed; Im a thousand degrees Fahrenheit
Im even keepin them heaters when we perform
On stage rockin like we from Korn, the people roar
What they dont know its a secret war
inside of a rider Im seekin revenge on the world for bein born!
And the desert eagle is 'mi amor'
Shell **** you to death, blow your brains, either or cause she a whore
[Royce Da 59']
Allow me to reassure your stripes worthless
Like a pair of Diadoras when it leaves the Adidas store
Dont be comparin us to rappers
Compare us to the Arabs, this a terrorist attack, uh - BOOM!
Lord have mercy, we here to destroy EVERY-thing
You niggaz is butter in front a ****IN machete swing
Mother****er Im fly, I aint no scary goon
Try me and I guarantee you Ima see you very soon
Leave a nigga ass out like Prince, take his bitch
Put my (Graffiti Bridge) right (Under Her Cherry Moon) (woo!)
We notorious, pushin them Porsches
Yall niggaz the orphans; US, we the warriors
[Interlude: unknown woman]
Ohhhhh, wait a minute papis
Royce, slow down baby
[Joe Budden]
This rap shit is a workout on my legs (why?)
A nigga goin hard on his bike but two million dudes is jumpin on the pegs
They know when that raw shit get recorded
Either let your speakers enforce it or lay down in a moshpit
Of course its the bosses, actin like officers
Runnin in these corporate offices
Hungry lookin for a four-course dish no matter what the cost is
Like the worlds lawless so we dont know what remorse is
Cause the V need like a thousand horses
Slaughterhouse hoodie on, thats my new couture shit
Its Jumpoff! He be the best
Computers rank me number 1, blame the BCS
Its they fault nigga
[Joell Ortiz]
Ask about your boy, Im nice with my hands
Maybe thats why, every last thing I write is a jam
Minus the fans, the flights to Japan, I am the man
Anyone who feel they could see me is in dire need of a eye exam
My mind expands wider than the fanbase of a fire band
And what I release from my diaphragm
sticks to you, like the wrists of Spiderman
Fool a average listeners what you liars can do but you will die a scam
When I die they will retire my entire hand
for years of scripted whoop-ass , makin intruders try a can
I guess the moral of the story is Joells victorious
And erythings all gravy like Notorious
[Crooked I]
I left a nigga dead cause he said he was ready for I
Let the Beretta give him wings since he said he was fly
Im in my Chevy ridin to 'Bar Exam' and 'Mood Muzik'
They the closest to 'Reasonable Doubt" and 'Ready to Die'
Crooked I, watch for snitches and wire devices
My fo-fifth, fire in crisis, lift you higher than prices
All my ice, and on the mic, I am the nicest
Me and my bitch ride for life like Osirus and Isis
Yeah, word to Run-D.M.C. Im (Tougher Than Leather-face)
Never threw a gun in the trash but they call me Weapon Waist
Its like you movin from the projects to the Hamptons
The way my hammers be sendin bastards to a better place
[Royce Da 59']
Let me set it straight, they fans been led astray
Niggaz keep gassin with guns with unleaded spray
They dont know they one flow, one medic away
From bein taken away from here in the leaded state
I handle all of my serious issues with metal
I stick you so deep in the earth your zipper can tickle the devil
Im skippin the pick and the shovel
Im pickin you up and Im shovin your head in the mud until your kickings is level
Pardon I live for the moment, you rhymin I give the atonement
like the Indians, I scalp and I wig the opponent (yeah)
But Im a chief, matter fact Im a BEAST
Im a mother** **in Slaughterhouse G
BOOM!
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