Woodstock Hood Hop

[Joell Ortiz] H-E- (what?) L-L-O, i’m one hell of a show I’m the best, you stuck in the middle like l-m-n-o I’ll piss on you, let every toxic elements go All you pussies is fucked, call me now celibate Joe (ay!) Ay Slaughterhouse, let’s go rock Ed Sullivan Show I literally can’t front, I’m back like never befo’ (oh!) I’ma rap my letter to hoes Dear prostitute, I miss y’all lettin’ me slap my head on your nose Where the fuck is my guitar? It couldn’t of went far Oh yeah, I smashed it on homie head in that Brook-lyn bar Man I’m somewhere in between a crook and a star Had some more bars but I left my rap book in the car [Hook: M.O.P.] Yo, this that Woodstock hood hop Hands up if you fuckin with it We reppin Brooklyn (c'mon!) Jersey (c'mon!) Long Beach (c'mon!) Detroit (c'mon!) [Crooked I] Spazz out, knock a nigga ass out Knew he had a paper thin chin and a glass mouth West Coast Shit, Seven-Deuce glass house Got a Lil' Fame so me and my Posse Mash Out I ain't got a college degree, just a Circle of Bosses The Slaughter's in me, pardon me G I just wanna fuck your daughter and flee And leave all that married shit in the background like I'm Father MC Cocky but don't be a copy cat When you see me rocking that LA Kings hockey hat I'm the king of LA, Do you copy that? Time for some change like Obama in a Laundromat [Hook] [Royce Da 59] Do yall want problems with us? I guess not Broadcasting live from a Pyrex Pot The streets know that we nice, try your best shot Speech coated in ice, dialects hot Everybody (Cmon), get cool, these some big shoes Gun talking repetitive, call it Chip-Fu You ain't never heard of me, mami? You excused I dont only diss dudes You sleeping on us? Thats what it is Just understand that I ain't getting no winter sleep til you looking at the back of your lids Im a lyrical ounce of piff Still counting those chips For real mami, Slaughterhouse in this [Hook] [Joe Budden] Look, I’m not a gang-banger, more like game changer With tamed anger, alias lover name changer Liable to pop at kids and aim flamers I’m why your parents told you not to entertain strangers Dope get it, top notch, flow sickest Best out, don’t blame me it’s no spitters So vicious on the road to riches From now on call me Mr. weiss, they chasin all of your old bitches From the hood new jersey and I claim this Oxymoron, rob with the dirty and stainless Cock back, high saddity so I keep the top back So when the streets is watchin, I could watch back [Hook]