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slaughterhouse - offshore lyrics

[joell ortiz verse 1]
they say the tongue is the perfect weapon
all i hang around nowadays is verse perfection
i knew these three n-gg-s for years but when they each get in that booth they make a first impression
time and time again i just want them to thyme again on some fan sh-t
i used to rock boom in the hoopty on the van whip with my man zick rest his soul
before i had a clue what joe was like
i used to cop clues just to hear what joe would write
mowi? used to tell me me and crooked sounded so alike
an 07 xxl shoot, he came over like i’m crook, i’m like oh hi
pleasure to meet you brother
seven years later i’m like wow i met my brother on the freshmen cover
we saw the world together
back of that bus f-cking girls together
got home and broke up with our girls together
homie this is special
yall rescued me from special forces back home forced to wear a 38 speacial
cause none of em jam ya
summer jam was cool but we hung in j-pan
i don’t think yall n-gg-s truly understand
i used to think my only way out of the hood was through the number man
get drunk and pop sh-t about running the can
d-mn a whole lot to look forward to
papi i was going through
what any other thorough n-gg- in my hood was going through
the g code i know it’s true
you throw at every one of them n-gg-s before they throw at you
back then i thought that made me real
listening to myself now that sh-t just gave me chills man
cause id’ve missed this bus
i mean this private jet no middle seat cause it’s just us shiit
all of this cause i can spit
it’s crazy how this get when you can say that sh-t
for the haters being a b-tch like he ain’t making no cream
i just bought my lady a hit without a radio hit biitch
i’d rather talk to you n-gg-s
cause really it could be on the way i’m off in (offing) you n-gg-s feel me
and lets just leave it at that
cause if i decide to crumble paper it ain’t to rewrite raps
i got shooters on retainers that would bring me your medulla in containers
please be on your cool behavior homey
and lets just leave it at that
i know i said that sh-t before
but i’m trying to save yall from a war

[crooked i]
(talking)
yeah you know how you got a godmother
i got a godgrandmother
attie may johnson man i just got the phone call tonight that she-
she p-ssed away man know what i’m saying
she went to the other side
attie may i still got that brute cologne you bought for me for my birthday
i love you let me holler

[verse 2]
i was opening up a can of spam putting ketchup on fake meat
still thankful though cause so many hungry nights i ate sleep
talking to my cousin before i dropped him off in grape street
he said crook who we gotta kill to get you a dre beat
cause i don’t wanna see you on this ratchet sh-t these n-gg-s is on
and how come n-gg-s don’t pick up the phone for you to get on a song
i said probably cause ima pick em apart as soon as i get in the zone
and i definitely didn’t condone d-ck riding so i did it alone
industry don’t want a real n-gg- to creep in f-ck it ima sneak in
and f-ck going back to that book store i used to sleep in
my homey let me stay on sat-rday and sunday i used to be homeless like the weekend
same three outfits switching them sh-ts till the week ends
drowning in my sorrows drinking till i’m sinking in the deep end
made myself a promise imma be the one in the end
with these rehabilitation bars imma clean em up with the pen
then my problems gonna be over and solved
they finnaly let me in the d-mn door now i hope it revolves
let me out of this mother f-cker too many corny -ss b-tch -ss
kiss -ss punk -ss buster -ss f-ck -ss n-gg-s
f-ggots playing hide the salami
this is a snake business my n-gg- and i ain’t the swami naw
this is crooked remember i rap circles around your favorite mc
while calling george zimmerman a b-tch on cable tv
in racially profile hoodie using bets cypher just to push my agenda
i’m dominick wickliffe, i’m james’ son
even though he wore a condom i busted through it i can’t forget where i came from
i keep hearing that there’s real n-gg-s in the game alright name some
all i know is raps a circus
your reaching again yall bleaching your skin yall b-st-rds searching
for plastic surgeons to make sure that all of your facial features are thin
you’re turning hip hop to pop you maggots singing again
just snap your finger and spin
what the f-ck you rapping for
and mother f-ck a grammy just hand them b-tches to macklemore
i don’t need you to tell me that i’m more gifted then a capricorn
born before christmas get it yall on some nonsense
and i’m the type to laugh soon as i hear about donald sternin’s b-tch choking on magics johnson

[royce da 5’9 verse 3]
(let me get em crook)
i’m cool calm collective smooth
i’m from using coupons with a true mom with infectious views
number one with you honor and respect the rules
i’m five feet nine inches tall but boy when i’m standing next to dudes
it’s like i’m standing on a stepping stool
‘cept when i’m standing with the wrecking crew
we can turn the tables if we could just make these records move
i know i know it’s easier said then done but until the day that i’m done and dead
i’ll be remembered by more sh-t being done then said
listening to rap you gon hear lies told
but not from me and not on this this one goes out to every bloggin’ columnist around the globe
i want my rhyme flow solidified in time so
i gotta get on my grind bro
i’m thankful for the success that i have with em but honestly he couldve sold more records then that on his own in a blind fold
and all i’m picturing is my daddy with his arms folded
and looking at me with that look like that’s cool but get your own
confidence breeds success when it’s spoke on
then patron comes into play then it’s postponed
for whatever reason shady records still believes in us
and whatever they see in us interscope don’t
comments being made like n-gg-s old and they pathetic
now how many times have we proved n-gg-s wrong
and how many n-gg-s you think gon come out of them offices
and try to show up when we blow up some are gon even try to take the credit
while we was doing the alb-m the justice league manager was like
them n-gg-s alb-m ain’t never coming out them n-gg-s don’t even like each other
well f-ck the justice league manager
i would tell you to tell him i said it but talk behind backs is for amateurs
b-tches fake n-gg-s and punks
i don’t know it all i just know how to ball and go out and get eight figures in chunks
i’m a f-cking warrior i’m a true survivor of having death at your door step, drama in your foyer
that’s probably why i looked at that bottle like that’s euphoria
when you an addict n-body gotta ask if you wanna drink that habit will actually ask you for ya
and that’ll destroy ya
take it from a g they call me a soul survivor
cause my soul done floated on to the crossroads for change more than coal for drivers
i made my oldest a promise
to keep my b-lls off the net and stay devoted to his mama

[joe budden verse 4]
(let me get ’em nickle)
tell me what if this is big as i’m supposed to be
i’d hate for that to get confirmed don’t take the hope from me
cause that’s a deep threat
i mean i’d like to think that i ain’t take a peek at my peak yet i got my feet wet
in ’98 they said i was close to my death bed
vom and fluid on my cig it was a meth head
was hard back then ain’t have a car back then
still in on mase had me wishing i had tvs on the head rest
bigs suicidal thoughts was getting him through
wouldve took my life had idve known who i was giving in to
mama screaming listen to rules if you gon live in this roof
in retrospect hidden jewel it helped me get in this booth
now my notoriety trumping how incognito i try to be
even make my b-tches keep it low they on their nayeli
i don’t trust none of these hoes
sad part is i’m such a tortured soul i had that thought when i proposed
suited up ring in my hand while in my head i’m saying f-ck this b-tch
makes sense that she was thinking even less of me
got ruined in my youth when the first one got the best of me
when she said she’d never leave then she left f-ck yall expect of me
that resentment only had me f-cking different b-tches different weeks
but most of them was bad that made it bitter sweet
those are growing pains call it paying dues
she killed a n-gg- then birthed one all with the same move
we could hit the hookah spot and do a dinner
but thanks to my baby mother i’ll bust anywhere but in her
cause a baby for her is just a problem i’ll be stuck with
like what gives so naw i ain’t arrogant but my nut is
i’m scarred happened years ago i’m still effected
if she suck and a swallow then she’ll get high it’s pill infested
500 proof laced with addict deficiencies
but accent in my son another owed to inconsistency
ugh looking at all my lifes typos
just trying to remove the fat provide the lipo
two words for my enemies die slow
full time pyros we do this with our eyes closed

word up man one more time for the half wits and the simpletons
it go two words for my enemies die slow
full time f-ck it word
la slaughter la familia
ya know what i mean
no matter what we ride so lets ride

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