Put Some Money On It

Slaughterhouse

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    Grind music bitch!

    [sheek louch]
    Aiyyo joell, i'm on this son {"put some money on it"}

    Yeah, don corlito flyin out a tito
    The further i get the ground look more mosquito
    Dutch burnin, other hand big mojito
    I don't mean dorito when i say {"put some money on it"}
    Yeah, you ain't really all around all that stuff
    The coke, the crack, the guns, heard 'bout enough
    They said, "yo donny, you gon' really sign with puff?"
    I said i'll live too long as diddy {"put some money on it"}
    What? i'm the l.o.x. jeter
    Tattooed up in a white wife-beater
    Aston vanquish parked at the meter
    I forgot to feed her, better go {"put some money on it"}
    Yeah, now they all love the don g
    I'm on bet more than "leprechaun 3"
    They say i'm on fire, it don't hurt when i pee
    I don't layaway, only y'all {"put some money on it"}

    [joell ortiz]
    Uhh, yaowa!
    Put your guap up hot stuff, you not tough
    Let's play a game of trouble and when i pop up
    It's with the glock tucked, crotched up in a dropped up
    Low like you know how this go {"put some money on it"}
    I'm a product of the corner
    Cornered the market with the product i would offer, slaughtered the garbage
    Slide a condom on your daughter on the floor in the projects
    Homeboy i make more than a promise {"put some money on it"}
    I know the amount of hate that my worth sparks
    But i ain't goin nowhere like a birthmark
    I pound puppies before they get to they first bark
    Anybody wanna get they first spark? {"put some money on it"}
    Hey, what's the matter? cat got your tongue?
    Your words so feint they collapsed in your lungs
    Put some bass in your voice like you snacked on a drum
    Watch my fist make a track on your gums {"put some money on it"}

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    [jadakiss]
    Never been wack so that ain't one of my issues
    Get my bread and take care of my pistols
    Soon as i open a brick you can see the crystals
    Soon as the piff come in you can {"put some money on it"}
    Trust me it's important, shoot it or snort it
    Oxy's, {?}, profit is gorgeous
    Stay off the phone cause the calls are recorded
    And if you can afford it then you better {"put some money on it"}
    Tryin to be a diamond in the game i been one
    Killin niggaz with the flow, h1n1
    You can get a buck-fifty quick, a thin one
    Before rap i had a drug dealer's income
    {"put some money on it"} master jason
    God on the rocks with a splash of satan
    Stash right here with the ratchet waitin, since you hatin
    Name the place and the date and {"put some money on it"}

    [styles p]
    Never trust niggaz no further than i can throw 'em
    Long with the razor and the doctor can't sew 'em
    Said i as the hardest out, now i gotta show 'em
    Cocksucker doubted me, i owe 'em {"put some money on it"}
    You could be that dude in cement shoes
    Or the next soft nigga on this evening's news
    Rap beef, street beef, breeze through crews
    Freeze, handguns, machine guns {"put some money on it"}
    I don't even need guns, play me like i'm poppa shit
    End up with a hawk in your esophagus

    Hardest nigga to walk in the metropolis
    Genocide mixed with apocalypse {"put some money on it"}
    Kill niggaz real easy dawg
    Ghost in the flesh, fuck a ouija board
    Droptop beamer with the bb's on
    Gun in your face, and i ain't shoot bb's dawg {"put some money on it"}

    [crooked i] slaughterhouuuuse!

    [royce da 5'9"]
    Slaughter gon' be runnin you over over a century
    You ain't one of the l.o.x., you don't flow nowhere near me
    You ain't tip, ali shaheed, phife
    Nigga you probably (the low end theory) {"put some money on it"}
    You still doin shows for fifty seats
    Still writin rhymes 'bout lebron that's with the heat
    Still writin raps 'bout kat and chippy d
    My next freestyle i'ma blast through wikileaks {"put some money on it"}
    Maserati ridin with that mary on
    It's a black and white thang, call that chick arione
    Talkin all that shit you a fuckin fag
    I do you like a louis duffle bag, at the airport {"put some money on it"}
    Bitch, a carry on, my head growin
    Gettin my barry on, lead throwin
    With necessary while you puttin on a show for them hoes
    Gettin your tyler perry on, c'mon {"put some money on it"}
    Uh, my mic manners is quite mannish
    I got these young bitches tongue flippin just like spanish
    You gotta feed her just to hit it, that don't count to me
    I take her, fill her tummy up, i don't mean out to eat
    Nickel! {"put some money on it"}

    [crooked i]
    Floor seats at the knick game, i'm traffickin weed
    I'm at the garden in the apple like adam and eve
    And my gat'll put your hat on your sleeve
    Now you really ahead of your time, i'm out of your league {"put some money on it"}
    See i get dough and cop the benz-o
    My job credentials is confidential
    It's not pretend so everything is autobiographical
    Weight of the world on my shoulder, the planet on my clavicle {"put some money on it"}
    But it don't matter though cause i'ma go get it
    Life's a bitch and then you get thrown in it
    That's why i get (cash money) like it's (no limit)
    This material shit, i'm so wit it, get it? {"put some money on it"}
    This is for you rap stars feelin y'all clever
    I'm the penitentiary's sick ward, illest bars ever
    I ball in the paint hard
    It's like i'm acceptin bank cards the way that i take charge {"put some money on it"}

    [joe budden]
    Low tints on the cl, gray coupe
    Only out of the cage when all hell breaks loose
    Focus pimpin - all my shooters veered off
    The road to redemption, so it's no exemptions {"put some money on it"}
    When joe is mentioned, the flow is pinchin
    Got me in a mansion with a gopher, benson
    If you said you rap you better than that
    What we'll do is treat your head like a tab {"put some money on it"}
    The outfit is fresh, foam {?} is cobwebs
    She don't look like a model then i probably wouldn't pop her
    Dudes is my son, should be callin me poppa
    I won't acknowledge it, treatin me like a focker! {"put some money on it"}
    Hip-hop ain't dead, i been puttin the pulse in from long ago (since)
    I mean back when tracey ullman had her own show (uhh)
    Want fire? put mouse on it
    If i'm a liar go ahead {"put some money on it"}

    Song details

    Composition: Joell Ortiz

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