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Hills in your dorm room. Spit at me wrong, get hit with my new llama. Itll knock him out his shoes. Dropping more niggas then who dropping out of school. Slaughterhouse gang, streamers, confetti. The
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Slaughterhouse!. Bussa Buss!. Somebody better find a hurry up to find the nearest * exit Barge our way through, they wouldn't open the door. First time high, they couldn't know what's raw
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looking out the corner of my eye, hoping you on the couch. That call felt like I was beef that had got shot up. Ironic, I was on tour with Tech N9ne and Slaughterhouse. D tried to talk to me, Crystal
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through it, the beef started. The streets caught up, at least we didn't get caught up in deceased orders. It's Slaughterhouse, cause Shady, me, Porter. Sat down and made peace over Porterhouse and peace
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you just (lose). Some people are praying I (lose), I thought I was set up to (lose). Then Slaughterhouse came like (nah) nah. So I live by a real simple philosophy. If you stay grounded watch God
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instead I called up Sway and we cleared that up on MTV. And now I'm back (in the kitchen) but should I be. Cause I heard that Slaughterhouse, is about to cop that Shady deal. But I'm out here chasing
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Fatman Scoop, Hardwell, W and W. Let's go, let's go. ♪. Turn up, turn up. Uh!. Let's go. ♪. Do it. Do it. Do it. Let's go. Go harder. Go harder. Go harder. Go harder. Go harder. Go harder. Go harder
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Intro Fatman Scoop. Let's go, let's go. Oh. Buildup Hardwell & W&W & Fatman Scoop. Raise your hands, raise your hands. Everybody scream again. Raise your hands, raise your hands. Everybody scream
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. Bitch I'm bossin', * around and unleash Goliath. I go deep and get your poon all wet, call me Poseidon. I'm a giant, I eat beats and I burn good, that's my diet. B. o. B and Slaughterhouse 5 Nine
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, Slaughterhouse Little niggas get your weight up * y'all, pay up. My bars just as slick as my dick and both stay up. Nicer than me, say what? Wait up, straight up. I finish niggas right off the bat like a
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that back, what you * for?. Bitches, bitches, this is y'all's song. I got riches itching sitting in y'all thong. We're the ? Slaughterhouse, baby. This is what it's all about, crazy, money
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Bài Hát Lose Control - Missy Elliott, Ciara. Music make you lose control. Music make you lose control. Fatman Scoop. Let's go. Yeah yeah yeah. Yeah yeah yeah. Here we go now. Here we go now. Here we
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heat seekers. In your Jeep speakers I'mma keep ringers. I don't need heaters, I got the meat cleaver. Welcome to the slaughterhouse. Niggas try to tell me I spell too much. Capital S to the laugh to
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Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to you. You ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through you. I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio
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Cee-Lo Green - Hook. This is my motherfucking life (my life, oh yeah). This is my motherfucking life (my life, oh yeah). This is my motherfucking life. Crooked I. S-L-A U-G-H T-E-R-H-O-U-S-E. Ye
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Hook 1 Eminem. I wanna be the best who ever did it. Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't. But if it is then God, if you're listenin'. Please give me the strength to crush all competiti
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The lunatics now run the asylum. The doctors are dead, nurses are tied up. They've taken it over and barricaded themselves inside it. The lunatics now run the asylum. I said the lunatics now run t
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She strips. To get tips. Those lips and those childbearing hips. I'll throw this, I'll throw this dick on you, girl (girl). I'll throw this, I'll throw this dick on you, girl (girl). Gonna make y
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