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Slaughterhouse
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Put Some Money On It (Remix)
[** feat. The LOX:]
[Intro:{*Sample}] 'Grind Music, bitch!'*
[Sheek Louch:] Ayo, Joell! I'm on this, son. {Put some money on iiit!}
[Sheek Louch {*Sample}:] G'eah! - Don Corlito flyin' out a Tito (ssss!) The further I get the ground look more mosquito. (bye-bye!) Dutch burnin'. - Other hand big Mojito (hahaa!) I don't mean Dorito when I say {Put some money on iiit!} Yeaaah! - You ain't really all around all that stuff The coke, the crack, the guns, heard 'bout enough. (it's enough!) They said: 'Yo Donny! You gon' really sign with Puff? ' (yeeeah!) I said: 'I'll live too long as Diddy... ' {Put some money on iiit!} (take that!) What? - I'm the L-O-X Jeter (g'eaaah!) Tattooed up in a white wife-beater. (look at that!) Aston Vanquish parked at the meter (whooo!) I forgot to feed her, better go {Put some money on iiit!} Yeaaah! - Now they all love the Don G (uh-huh!) I'm on BET more than 'Leprechaun 3'. (that's right!) They say I'm on fire, it don't hurt when I pee. (naaah!) I don't layaway {c'mon!} only y'all {c'mon!} {Put some money on iiit!}
[Joell Ortiz {Sample}:] Yaowa! - Put your guap up hot stuff, you not tough (ch'eah!) Let's play a game of Trouble and when I pop up. (pop!) It's with the Glock tucked, crotched up in a dropped up Low like you know how this go. {Put some money on iiit!} I'm a product of the corner. (boo!) Cornered the market with the product I would offer. (ch'eah!) - Slaughtered the garbage. Slide a condom on your daughter on the floor in the projects (sss!) Homeboy {c'mon!} I make more {c'mon!} than a promise. {Put some money on iiit!} (ohhh!) I know the amount of hate that my worth sparks (ch'eah!) But I ain't goin' nowhere like a birthmark. (no!) I pound puppies before they get to they first bark ('oof!) Anybody wanna get they first spark? {Put some money on iiit!} Hey! - What's the matter? - Cat got your tongue? Your words so feint they collapsed in your lungs. (sss!) Put some bass in your voice like you snacked on a drum (uhh!) Watch my fist {c'mon!} make a track {c'mon!} on your gums. {Put some money on iiit!}
[Jadakiss {Sample}:] Never been wack so that ain't one of my issues (uh-uh!) Just get my bread and take care of my pistols. (uh-huh!) Soon as I open a brick you can see the crystals Soon as the piff come in you can {Put some money on iiit!} Trust me, it's important. (yup!) - Shoot it or snort it. Oxy's the largest. - Profit is gorgeous. (uh!) Stay off the phone cause the calls are recorded. {c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!} And if you can afford it then you better {Put some money on iiit!} Tryin to be a diamond in the game I been one (uh-huh!) Killin niggaz with the flow, H1-N1. (yup!) You can get a buck-fifty quick, a thin one Before rap I had a drug dealer's income. {Put some money on iiit!} Master Jason! God on the rocks with a splash of Satan (Satan!) Stash right here with the ratchet waitin' (waitin'!) - since you hatin' Name the place {c'mon!} and the date {c'mon!} and {Put some money on iiit!}
[Styles P {Sample}:] Never trust niggaz no further than I can throw 'em. (never!) Long with the razor and the doctor can't sew 'em. Said I as the hardest out, now I gotta show 'em! (show 'em!) Cocksucker doubted me, I owe 'em {Put some money on iiit!} (hahaha!) You could be that dude in cement shoes (yeah!) Or the next soft nigga on this evening's news. Rap beef, street beef, breeze through crews (ssss!) Freeze, {c'mon!} handguns, {c'mon!} machine guns {Put some money on iiit!} [automatic gunshots] I don't even need guns, (uh-huh!) play me like I'm poppa shit End up with a hawk in your esophagus. (I'll!) Hardest nigga to walk in the metropolis (word!) Genocide mixed with apocalypse {Put some money on iiit!} Kill niggaz real easy dawg (eeeeasy!) 'Ghost' in the flesh, fuck a Ouija Board. (fuck that!) Droptop Beamer with the BB's on (errr!) Gun in your face. {c'mon!} - And I ain't shoot {c'mon!} BB's dawg. {Put some money on iiit!}
[Interlude: Crooked I] SLAUGHTERHOUUUUSE!
[Royce Da 5'9' {Sample}:] Slaughter gon' be runnin' you over over a century You ain't one of The Lox, you don't flow nowhere near me. You ain't Tip, Ali Shaheed, Phife Nigga you pro'bly {c'mon!} 'The Low End Theory'. {c'mon!} {Put some money on iiit!} You still doin shows for fifty seats Still writin' rhymes 'bout LeBron that's with the Heat. Still writin' raps 'bout Kat and Chippy D My next freestyle I'm a blast through WikiLeaks. {Put some money on iiit!} (ha!) Maserati ridin with that Mary on It's a black and white thang, call that chick Arione. Talkin' all that shit, you a fuckin' fag! I do you like {c'mon!} a Louis duffle bag {c'mon!} at the airport. {Put some money on iiit!} Bitch, a carry on, my head growin' Gettin my Barry on, lead throwin'. With necessary while you puttin on a show for them hoes Gettin' your Tyler Perry on. - C'mon! {Put some money on iiit!} Uh! - My mic manners is quite mannish I got these young bitches tongue flippin' just like Spanish (uhh, uhh!) You gotta feed her just to hit it, that don't count to me {c'mon!} I take her, {c'mon!} fill her tummy up, I don't mean out to eat. - Nickel! {Put some money on iiit!}
[Crooked I {Sample}:] Floor seats at the Knick game, I'm traffickin' weed I'm at The Garden in The Apple like Adam and Eve. And my Gat'll put your hat on your sleeve {c'mon!} Now you really ahead of your time {c'mon!} I'm out of your league. {Put some money on iiit!} See I get dough and cop the Benz-o My job credentials is confidential. It's not pretend so everything is autobiographical Weight of the world on my shoulder, the planet on my clavicle. {Put some money on iiit!} But it don't matter though cause I'm a go get it! (GOOOO!) Life's a bitch and then you get thrown in it. That's why I get 'Ca$h Money' like it's 'No Limit'. This material shit, {c'mon!} I'm so with' it, {c'mon!} get it? {Put some money on iiit!} This is for you rap stars feelin y'all clever I'm the penitentiary's sick ward, illest bars ever. I ball in the paint hard It's like I'm acceptin' bank cards the way that I take charge. {Put some money on iiit!}
[Joe Budden {Sample}:] Low tints on the CL, gray Coupe! (ohhh!) Only out of the cage when all hell breaks loose. Focus pimpin', all my shooters veered off {c'mon, c'mon!} The road to redemption, so it's no exemptions. {Put some money on iiit!} When Joe is mentioned - the flow is pinchin' Got me in a mansion with a gopher, Benson. If you said you rap you better than that (what?!) What we'll do is treat your head like a tab? {Put some money on iiit!} The outfit is fresh, foam?, is cobwebs She don't look like a model then I pro'bly wouldn't pop her. Dudes is my son, should be callin' me poppa. {c'mon!} I won't acknowledge it, treatin' me {c'mon!} like a Focker! {Put some money on iiit!} Hip-Hop ain't dead! - I been puttin' the pulse in from long ago (since!) I mean back when Tracey Ullman had her own show. (uhh!) Want fire? Put Mouse on it {c'mon!} If I'm a liar, {c'mon!} go ahead! {Put some money on iiit!} - AOOOWWWWW! [beat stops]
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