(Ohh!) Yeah (let's go!) I said once upon a time in a city that's mine There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime He got a fifty two box, original tick in the mind Listenin to 'Pac and them drop with a prestigious design My niggaz is dimes, my bitches is dimes I came up behind Eminem in '99 and I took the baton I been runnin' shit ever since then, slaughtered MC's Sit and watchin 'my green grow, like I'm waterin' seeds The problem with me is I'm the heart of the streets Niggaz callin' for peace, they can't even call the police If I ain't better than you I'm harder to beat Probably cause I live by the art of for-keeps I get indicted after my product's released We a different form, a different centrifugal force Every line is like grippin' on a stick shift in a Porsche My niggaz asked for direction to go on this track I said f*ck a direction, spaz out! Get 'em up high! And for them wack songs that you made I want you to throw your pin, but hold the grenade Explode to your grave, and go straight to hell When your soul is enflamed for the road that you paved The role that played, in f*ckin' up hip-hop You owe so you paid, the fo'-fo' close to your brain Closer than the close shave of a low f*ckin' fade Don't f*ck with me, don't f*ck with J-O-E With Nickel we gon' make more cheese Heavy hitter, call me Joell David Ortiz (what up!) I point a burner at the plaque on your teeth On some leftover shit, it's a wrap on the beef I'm one in a mil', comin' to kill It's like you wanting a pill, my gun put your back on the streets Spine on the concrete lookin' at the sun Eyelids heavy, "Why did Crooked have to come? He was full of 'gnac and rum, like a bully actin' dumb" Fully-automatic umm, that's Crooked havin fun Listen, don't make a nigga find your dame And make the dime give me brains 'til my mind is drained Listen, don't make me grab a nine and aim And how your dime did me, do yo' mind the same But different, the West Coast king Crooked I I'm a kamikaze pilot, I stay fly 'til I die, get 'em up high! Here we go again, you know I'm him, Mr. Ortiz Soon as I hold a pen I co-defend the sickest MC's (Slaughterhouse) Pick a disease we got it, I vomit sniffle and sneeze Lyrics squeeze, listen please, Lord help get rid of this fever I'm like a hundred and fifity degrees sixteen's used to be sweet, now they're a bit of a tease A nigga need a infinite instrumental just to be pleased Used to dream about livin' now I'm livin' my dreams The bitches fiend, made my dick a machine Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I am just as f*ckin' big as I seem When I'm spittin' this mean, me and government intervene A couple presidents, literally live in my jeans I give 'em residence, they just let me pick anything When I'm in the mall, they show me the latest kicks on the scene And I get 'em all, I ball like the nigga I am Niggaz hate, bitches (Cheer) like Norm, Cliff and Diane I'm in a state, of mind that should be the fifty verse I run radio, but I don't use them itty bitty words I ain't shabby with the nouns, I ain't shitty with the verb When I reach heaven I want the nigga Biggie to be like "Word" City slicker, New York delivery when I swerve Hold that mic like the Statue of Liberty, I deserve A shot at the title, 'Spitter of the Year' E'ry year, let's be clear, put some fingers in the air And hold 'em up high! [echoes] Work on your half-court shot, I'm money from far Get 'em mad, see a ape on your monkey bars And that's rate, gettin' hate from the wannabe stars And that's great, mean he feel it and know he numb See that bullet comin' from around the corner Like a shot from Angelina Jolie's gun; think Joey the one I'm a fake? Ain't your run-of-the-mill I'm from where they kill you for one of your bills For me it's fun, your man think we evenly skilled He Mel Gibson, all that shit he believe, gon' get his son killed Play with a match, f*ck what you take it as No good straight jacket, all I did break the match They say he talk tough with his fake ass Four pounds put me in another weight class (Great Escape) the (Pad) Took the jumpsuit off my naked ass and ate the mask You diss me, you wanna be a great that fast? Take a fully-automatic and spray at gas Me? Body a whole shit with a verse probably atrocious In your whole camp, nobody focused They say you the 'Ultimate Warrior', I agree You die and come BACK, won't nobody know it Drive by, screamin' it's a new crew reppin' Hangin out the window, like it's "227" Get 'em up high! Get 'em up high, get 'em up high Get 'em up high, get 'em up high Get 'em up high, in the sky Put 'em up high, put 'em up high Put 'em up high, fingers in the sky Put 'em up! Slaughterhouse, Slaughterhouse Ohh, ohh, Fatman Scoop, Slaughterhouse Fatman Scoop, Slaughterhouse Put 'em high, woo! Ohh [echoes]
Written by: JOSEPH ANTHONY BUDDEN, EMILE HAYNIE, RYAN D. MONTGOMERY, JOELL ORTIZ, DOMINICK WICKLIFFE, ISAAC III FREEMAN
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