Everybody Down

As we proceed to give you what you need Slaughterhouse up in this bitch, get your bitch, make it quick Nickel, Quick, Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down Bitch this ain't no club hit, this ain't for no bitches This is a motherfucking stick-up, quick, everybody down [Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9”] I’m about to rob the hardest nigga out here Yes I’m on my joker shit, I keep a Heath Ledger for the joke of it I don’t plan ahead of them, I don’t gamble I just keep a .44 clip, full of bullets that resemble poker chips I’m so the shit, bitches jumping at my pogo stick Slaughterhouse you know we sick, everybody down Take your bitch, same bitch you wake up with, make her trick 'til her fucking thighs hurt, momma if your pussy wet You shouldn’t have a dry purse, call me Ryan Rhinoplasty I will augment your ass if you mess with God’s work When it comes to drama, fighting second, homicides first I don’t look for drama, drama follows me, so why search? Everybody, everybody we gon need you quiet, shh Slaughter got a message, everybody down I’m a cheddar getter, you a teller, I don’t care, whatever I’ll just scare the witnesses, I’m the illest in here Bring a pen and pad and don’t compare the sicknesses Where the fuck the ruler at, so we can measure sentences I am better than I’ve ever been, never been better I don’t follow trends, I set trends for the trendsetters, Nickle [Hook] Slaughterhouse up in this bitch, get your bitch, make it quick Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down Bitch this ain't no club hit, this is ain't no for bitches This is a motherfucking stick-up, quick, everybody down As we proceed to give you what you need As we proceed and now the drive by [Verse 2: Crooked I] First I pull up on your block, let my entire torch Spit fire, burn down your empire’s boardwalk Bitch I am melting my rims, tires, draw off Porsche hit the wall, then my pills high as war-off Crawled out, grabbed the new banana clip Lascerations on my face, travel agents shit I still plan trip Ran up on the first nigga who had a whip Either die a hero, or abandon ship (Get out your car nigga!) I could kill you now fuck a witness I’m all about my business, you all about your bitchness And I ain't bout to slow down, you oughta ask you daughter About fucking around with Slaughter, You bound to go down I'mma disappear when you meet the Lord I'mma be aboard a G4 to Singapore in me and more Or bring a whore to be a slore Either or we ignore casualties of war you can meet the floor now [Hook] [Verse 3: Joe Budden] I get on my ‘I don’t give a fuck’ kit, fuck the money, fuck the wealth Fuck your label, fuck your lyrics, you sit on a fucking shelf Lava so if ain't in the topic of the constant, the discussion fell Tell the bitch that this dick ain't gone suck itself Nigga, I ain't no rapper I’m a mercenary Every verse I bury, some will blame it on the perks I carry Been in disguise when I failed or I lost But they won’t know I’m a god until I’m nailed on the cross And these rappers is a mess, sad is if they best Magnum to their chest, they could piss me, it won’t matter what they said They just rhyme, I just climb on the ladder to success And maybe bring me some niggas that would rather me with less My advice for the fuck boys: make some hard improvements Career at a standstill how you gonna start a movement Slaughterhouse the gang take part in what we doing Or get steamed rolled over nigga pardon the intrusion [Hook] [Verse 4: Joell Ortiz] Y'all just heard my man snap, this is rubber band rap Twisted drop a can cap pop pop a Xantax tell Everybody Down Paid for life, fucking around Uppercut a clown, fuck being playful pay homie with a frown I don’t think y'all understand the magnitude Mathematical, radical equations are easy to solve for power, yaowa I’m the square root of a truth table, in the booth able to Raise the bar from sub-par to the 9th power I didn't pick at food, I devour You think you hot dog, I’m walkin' around with a sauer Kraut and onions, buns and ketchup mustard, relish Wow I think I'mma fart, Everybody Down! I don’t want the crown, I rock a fitted navy brown Well its blue but yall been colorblind since I’d came around Nobody can see me, I’m pissed off like my pee-pee Then bought it in Tahiti, be easy, Slaughterhouse this is it [Hook]