Fight Club (Remix)

Fight Club (Remix) Lyrics

Song Fight Club (Remix)
Artist Slaughterhouse
Album The Slaughterhouse
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Ladies and gentlemen!
Frequency,
I presentThe new fight club up in this bitch (Slaughterhouse)
We go by the name of
Slaughterhouse
We outta here, only one rule
No rule, no rule[Crooked I]
Joey, no rules, gunshots, no prob
No jewels, niggaz say
I got robbed
I'm still wearin my bling
And fuck first class,
I fly standin on
Virgin America's wing
Nuts hang, knockin down skyscrapers
Take a piss, make it rain,
I'm the American dream
Make it rain,
I ain't Pacman
JonesNigga, balls and my word all a black man owns[Joe Budden]
If you in that man's zone, how you figure to gain?
Can't bowl a 300 in another nigga lane
Better aim, you dealin with a 7-10 split[Crooked I]
That's Long
Beach cause we on some 7-10 shit[Joell Ortiz]
I've been nice since "227" man, shit
I am sick and
I'm never gettin better, that's it(Slaughterhouse)
Give me somethin sharp to sever that prick
Like a group broke up
I will dismember that clique[Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm a veteran, remember that shit
We some internet rappers, then why you on our internet dicks?
We'll be there when it's war callin
Either we high or we fly or the floor fallin
I'm a Tommy gun – it ain't no best
The rap game like a
St. Louis verses
New York battle, nobody won
A bunch of fuckin 2's and 3's like zone defense[Joe Budden][sighs]
Please get at dudes
Ortiz (nah, you beast 'em)
Hold up won't stop, can't stop, thank pops
Hard-headed, gotta hit a wall first like a bank shot
Get it clear – a cokehead's a thin linebetween friend or foe, won't let the shit disappear
This fiscal year
I'ma stay hot buzzinwith dudes that help me shoot like
A-Rod cousin
Walk in my shoes and your feet get callousfrom
Jersey City to
Caesars Palace
I speak with malice just to make sure the street gets salvaged
Real talk, where would all us be without it?
Slaughterhouse no fear - too many dudes
Tyson Chandler tried to leave they team and went nowhere[Crooked I]
Like Tyson
Chandler in the past niggaz on some bullshit
Royce, tell
Preme I got a full clip (whoa!)
Niggaz used to run when they saw
Suge's face
Faster than
Joey and Joell in a foot race
Now you ask me where the incident took place
Don't check the internet, check hood space
You dealin with some intelligent creatures
I don't touch guns,
I draw with telekinesis
No fingerprints on
Crooked's mag
I'm mixed with good and bad like the
Goodfellas and
JesusFirst
Biggie and
Jay made it
I'll leave a bandanna at your murder and make it gang related
The bitch at the
Shonie's told me homie[Joell Ortiz]
Ortiz, I'm the one and only
Pick a spot,
I pick apart you dudes who pick a part
This ain't a movie,
I feel bad like lookin at a pic of '
PacNiggaz hearts gettin sparked every time
I give a arcto my wrist and it twists like a spliff when
I'm sittin in the park
Tall corny niggaz ain't makin a bigger mark
I'll boost drugs, what
I does got 'em runnin to get a
NARCYou guppies unlucky, you in a tank with a shark
Teeth crooked like my dog who just finished a vicious bark[Royce Da 5'9"]
Flick a dart through your top hat
Weak MC's you cannot rap;
Freq', where the drop at?
Now you mad at
Tahiry cause your ass ain't famous
Get it nigga?
Your "ass" ain't famous
Quit talkin 'bout me cause ya ass ain't dangerous
They call me
Hustler because my mag game heinous
Show up to
Detroit thinkin (Everybody Love) you
And I'ma come and show you that ya ass ain't (Raymond)
Dumbin every line – me fuckin bitcheslike the cops after a murder, they cummin/comin every time
Shell-toes and
Wissam jacket, the contractor
Still pushin elbows like a linebacker
And y'all playin
My worldwide bitches on my worldwide watch,
I call it the broadband[Outro: Crooked I]
SLAUGHTERH
OUSE!Y'all know what it is man
Ladies and gentlemen!
Frequency,
I presentThe new fight club up in this bitch Slaughterhouse
We go by the name of
Slaughterhouse
We outta here, only one rule
No rule, no rule Crooked I
Joey, no rules, gunshots, no prob
No jewels, niggaz say
I got robbed
I' m still wearin my bling
And fuck first class,
I fly standin on
Virgin America' s wing
Nuts hang, knockin down skyscrapers
Take a piss, make it rain,
I' m the American dream
Make it rain,
I ain' t Pacman
JonesNigga, balls and my word all a black man owns Joe Budden
If you in that man' s zone, how you figure to gain?
Can' t bowl a 300 in another nigga lane
Better aim, you dealin with a 710 split Crooked I
That' s Long
Beach cause we on some 710 shit Joell Ortiz
I' ve been nice since " 227" man, shit
I am sick and
I' m never gettin better, that' s it Slaughterhouse
Give me somethin sharp to sever that prick
Like a group broke up
I will dismember that clique Royce Da 5' 9"
I' m a veteran, remember that shit
We some internet rappers, then why you on our internet dicks?
We' ll be there when it' s war callin
Either we high or we fly or the floor fallin
I' m a Tommy gun it ain' t no best
The rap game like a
St. Louis verses
New York battle, nobody won
A bunch of fuckin 2' s and 3' s like zone defense Joe Budden sighs
Please get at dudes
Ortiz nah, you beast ' em
Hold up won' t stop, can' t stop, thank pops
Hardheaded, gotta hit a wall first like a bank shot
Get it clear a cokehead' s a thin linebetween friend or foe, won' t let the shit disappear
This fiscal year
I' ma stay hot buzzinwith dudes that help me shoot like
ARod cousin
Walk in my shoes and your feet get callousfrom
Jersey City to
Caesars Palace
I speak with malice just to make sure the street gets salvaged
Real talk, where would all us be without it?
Slaughterhouse no fear too many dudes
Tyson Chandler tried to leave they team and went nowhere Crooked I
Like Tyson
Chandler in the past niggaz on some bullshit
Royce, tell
Preme I got a full clip whoa!
Niggaz used to run when they saw
Suge' s face
Faster than
Joey and Joell in a foot race
Now you ask me where the incident took place
Don' t check the internet, check hood space
You dealin with some intelligent creatures
I don' t touch guns,
I draw with telekinesis
No fingerprints on
Crooked' s mag
I' m mixed with good and bad like the
Goodfellas and
JesusFirst
Biggie and
Jay made it
I' ll leave a bandanna at your murder and make it gang related
The bitch at the
Shonie' s told me homie Joell Ortiz
Ortiz, I' m the one and only
Pick a spot,
I pick apart you dudes who pick a part
This ain' t a movie,
I feel bad like lookin at a pic of '
PacNiggaz hearts gettin sparked every time
I give a arcto my wrist and it twists like a spliff when
I' m sittin in the park
Tall corny niggaz ain' t makin a bigger mark
I' ll boost drugs, what
I does got ' em runnin to get a
NARCYou guppies unlucky, you in a tank with a shark
Teeth crooked like my dog who just finished a vicious bark Royce Da 5' 9"
Flick a dart through your top hat
Weak MC' s you cannot rap
Freq', where the drop at?
Now you mad at
Tahiry cause your ass ain' t famous
Get it nigga?
Your " ass" ain' t famous
Quit talkin ' bout me cause ya ass ain' t dangerous
They call me
Hustler because my mag game heinous
Show up to
Detroit thinkin Everybody Love you
And I' ma come and show you that ya ass ain' t Raymond
Dumbin every line me fuckin bitcheslike the cops after a murder, they cummin comin every time
Shelltoes and
Wissam jacket, the contractor
Still pushin elbows like a linebacker
And y' all playin
My worldwide bitches on my worldwide watch,
I call it the broadband Outro: Crooked I
SLAUGHTERH
OUSE! Y' all know what it is man
Ladies and gentlemen!
Frequency,
I presentThe new fight club up in this bitch Slaughterhouse
We go by the name of
Slaughterhouse
We outta here, only one rule
No rule, no rule Crooked I
Joey, no rules, gunshots, no prob
No jewels, niggaz say
I got robbed
I' m still wearin my bling
And fuck first class,
I fly standin on
Virgin America' s wing
Nuts hang, knockin down skyscrapers
Take a piss, make it rain,
I' m the American dream
Make it rain,
I ain' t Pacman
JonesNigga, balls and my word all a black man owns Joe Budden
If you in that man' s zone, how you figure to gain?
Can' t bowl a 300 in another nigga lane
Better aim, you dealin with a 710 split Crooked I
That' s Long
Beach cause we on some 710 shit Joell Ortiz
I' ve been nice since " 227" man, shit
I am sick and
I' m never gettin better, that' s it Slaughterhouse
Give me somethin sharp to sever that prick
Like a group broke up
I will dismember that clique Royce Da 5' 9"
I' m a veteran, remember that shit
We some internet rappers, then why you on our internet dicks?
We' ll be there when it' s war callin
Either we high or we fly or the floor fallin
I' m a Tommy gun it ain' t no best
The rap game like a
St. Louis verses
New York battle, nobody won
A bunch of fuckin 2' s and 3' s like zone defense Joe Budden sighs
Please get at dudes
Ortiz nah, you beast ' em
Hold up won' t stop, can' t stop, thank pops
Hardheaded, gotta hit a wall first like a bank shot
Get it clear a cokehead' s a thin linebetween friend or foe, won' t let the shit disappear
This fiscal year
I' ma stay hot buzzinwith dudes that help me shoot like
ARod cousin
Walk in my shoes and your feet get callousfrom
Jersey City to
Caesars Palace
I speak with malice just to make sure the street gets salvaged
Real talk, where would all us be without it?
Slaughterhouse no fear too many dudes
Tyson Chandler tried to leave they team and went nowhere Crooked I
Like Tyson
Chandler in the past niggaz on some bullshit
Royce, tell
Preme I got a full clip whoa!
Niggaz used to run when they saw
Suge' s face
Faster than
Joey and Joell in a foot race
Now you ask me where the incident took place
Don' t check the internet, check hood space
You dealin with some intelligent creatures
I don' t touch guns,
I draw with telekinesis
No fingerprints on
Crooked' s mag
I' m mixed with good and bad like the
Goodfellas and
JesusFirst
Biggie and
Jay made it
I' ll leave a bandanna at your murder and make it gang related
The bitch at the
Shonie' s told me homie Joell Ortiz
Ortiz, I' m the one and only
Pick a spot,
I pick apart you dudes who pick a part
This ain' t a movie,
I feel bad like lookin at a pic of '
PacNiggaz hearts gettin sparked every time
I give a arcto my wrist and it twists like a spliff when
I' m sittin in the park
Tall corny niggaz ain' t makin a bigger mark
I' ll boost drugs, what
I does got ' em runnin to get a
NARCYou guppies unlucky, you in a tank with a shark
Teeth crooked like my dog who just finished a vicious bark Royce Da 5' 9"
Flick a dart through your top hat
Weak MC' s you cannot rap
Freq', where the drop at?
Now you mad at
Tahiry cause your ass ain' t famous
Get it nigga?
Your " ass" ain' t famous
Quit talkin ' bout me cause ya ass ain' t dangerous
They call me
Hustler because my mag game heinous
Show up to
Detroit thinkin Everybody Love you
And I' ma come and show you that ya ass ain' t Raymond
Dumbin every line me fuckin bitcheslike the cops after a murder, they cummin comin every time
Shelltoes and
Wissam jacket, the contractor
Still pushin elbows like a linebacker
And y' all playin
My worldwide bitches on my worldwide watch,
I call it the broadband Outro: Crooked I
SLAUGHTERH
OUSE! Y' all know what it is man
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