《The Warriors Feat Slaughterhouse》歌词

[00:00:01] Check the scene, pappas

[00:00:05] Slaughterhouse, still standing

[00:00:09] There was a murder last night

[00:00:12] And the shit didn't really sit right with me

[00:00:15] So I had to tell a story

[00:00:17] Ohhhhhhhhh baby!

[00:00:20] Blood on the walls,

[00:00:23] America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years

[00:00:26] Hip-Hop's only shining star in the night's air

[00:00:29] Right here, don't fight fair, what I write yeah

[00:00:31] Might there, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair

[00:00:34] I been where you trying to be, I'm already hot

[00:00:37] All about cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rock

[00:00:40] They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock

[00:00:43] Kicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock

[00:00:46] I'm going for the kill, focused on a steady plot

[00:00:49] John Wilkes the Booth like when he dead aimed his nezzie shot

[00:00:51] You listenin to hip-hop's finest

[00:00:54] You rewind this, Slaughterhouse behind this

[00:00:57] I like rap, this shit is cool, I'm better than mad niggaz

[00:01:00] But I'm just as good a crack pitcher as a pad ripper

[00:01:03] I say that to say this

[00:01:04] Don't let mad liquor turn me to a bodybag zipper and not a ad-libber

[00:01:08] Couple joints ago I was right on that ave wit'cha

[00:01:12] Mad bigger than the cats David Tyree had last winter

[00:01:14] I'm not a made-up character

[00:01:16] That's a Puerto Rican Brooklynite with two kids y'all see in them mag pictures

[00:01:20] And however I gotta feed 'em I will

[00:01:22] All they ever gon' need in life is just, me and my will

[00:01:25] Interfere with that it's gong be more than a beat that I kill

[00:01:28] Disrespect with an indirect and you will see if I'm real

[00:01:31] F**k you blood-sucking parasites

[00:01:33] I'm bringing the terror right in front of your parents' sight

[00:01:36] You parents' eyes, and yeah I wear a pair of pipes

[00:01:39] I wear 'em like Sega like on a pair of thighs

[00:01:42] I'm Eric Wright, I'm (Ruthless), I terrorize

[00:01:45] You'll either perish or be paralyzed; I'm a thousand degrees Fahrenheit

[00:01:49] I'm even keepin them heaters when we perform

[00:01:51] On stage rocking like we from Korn, the people roar

[00:01:55] What they don't know it's a secret war

[00:01:56] Inside of a rider I'm seeking revenge on the world for bein born!

[00:02:00] And the desert eagle is "mi amor"

[00:02:02] She'll f**k you to death, blow your brains, either or cause she a whore

[00:02:06] Allow me to reassure your stripe's worthless

[00:02:09] Like a pair of Diadora's when it leaves the Adidas store

[00:02:12] Don't be comparin us to rappers

[00:02:14] Compare us to the Arabs, this a terrorist attack, uh - BOOM!

[00:02:17] Lord have mercy, we here to destroy EVERY-thing

[00:02:20] You niggaz is butter in front a F**KIN machete swing

[00:02:23] Motherf**ker I'm fly, I ain't no scary goon

[00:02:26] Try me and I guarantee you I'ma see you very soon

[00:02:29] Leave a nigga ass out like Prince, take his bitch

[00:02:32] Put my (Graffiti Bridge) right (Under Her Cherry Moon) (woo!)

[00:02:35] We notorious, pushin them Porsches

[00:02:36] Y'all niggaz the orphans; US, we the warriors

[00:02:41] Ohhhhh, wait a minute papis

[00:02:43] Royce, slow down baby

[00:02:45] This rap shit is a workout on my legs (why?)

[00:02:48] A nigga goin hard on his bike but two million dudes is jumpin on the pegs

[00:02:52] They know when that raw shit get recorded

[00:02:54] Either let your speakers enforce it or lay down in a moshpit

[00:02:57] Of course it's the bosses, acting like officers

[00:03:00] Running in these corporate offices

[00:03:03] Hungry looking or a four-course dish no matter what the cost is

[00:03:06] Like the world's lawless so we don't know what remorse is

[00:03:09] Cause the V need like a thousand horses

[00:03:11] Slaughterhouse hoodie on, that's my new couture shit

[00:03:15] It's Jumpoff! He be the best

[00:03:17] Computers rank me number 1, blame the BCS

[00:03:20] It's they fault nigga

[00:03:21] Ask about your boy, I'm nice with my hands

[00:03:23] Maybe that's why, every last thing I write is a jam

[00:03:26] Minus the fans, the flights to Japan, I am the man

[00:03:28] Anyone who feel they could see me is in dire need of a eye exam

[00:03:32] My mind expands wider than the fanbase of a fire band

[00:03:35] And what I release from my diaphragm

[00:03:37] Sticks to you, like the wrists of Spiderman

[00:03:39] Fool a average listeners what you liars can do but you will die a scam

[00:03:43] When I die they will retire my entire hand

[00:03:46] For years of scripted whoop-ass, making intruders try a can

[00:03:49] I guess the moral of the story is Joell's victorious

[00:03:52] And e'rything's all gravy like Notorious

[00:03:54] I left a nigga dead cause he said he was ready for I

[00:03:57] Let the Beretta give him wings since he said he was fly

[00:04:00] I'm in my Chevy riding to "Bar Exam" and "Mood Muzik"

[00:04:03] They the closest to "Reasonable Doubt" and "Ready to Die"

[00:04:06] Crooked I, watch for snitches and wire devices

[00:04:08] My fo'-fifth, fire in crisis, lift you higher than prices

[00:04:12] All my ice, and on the mic, I am the nicest

[00:04:14] Me and my bitch ride for life like Osirus and Isis

[00:04:17] Yeah, word to Run-D.M.C. I'm (Tougher Than Leather-face)

[00:04:20] Never threw a gun in the trash but they call me Weapon Waist

[00:04:23] It's like you movin from the projects to the Hamptons

[00:04:26] The way my hammers be sending bastards to a better place

[00:04:29] Let me set it straight, they fans been led astray

[00:04:32] Niggaz keep gassing with guns with unleaded spray

[00:04:35] They don't know they one flow, one medic away

[00:04:38] From being taken away from here in the leaded state

[00:04:41] I handle all of my serious issues with metal

[00:04:43] I stick you so deep in the earth your zipper can tickle the devil

[00:04:46] I'm skippin the pick and the shovel

[00:04:48] I'm picking you up and I'm shoving your head in the mud until your kickings is level

[00:04:52] Pardon I live for the moment, you rhyming I give the atonement

[00:04:55] Like the Indians, I scalp and I wig the opponent (yeah)

[00:04:58] But I'm a chief, matter fact I'm a BEAST

[00:05:00] I'm a motherf**kin Slaughterhouse G

[00:05:03] BOOM!