My real name, my rap shit
No made up nigga, Iâm straight up, nigga
Still in the projects where I came up, nigga
On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten, getting my weight up, nigga
Iâm no shooter, but my shootersâll have your brain exposed
But Iâll shoot five in a second, homie, and break your nose
Talking past, Iâm dead ass, I was living
Life fast with my pistol in the grass
Digging in my ass tryna finish up the last
So I can sit it in a stash
Old E. sweat dripping from the bag
Milk crates sitting on the ave
While Iâm looking left and right for the niggas with the badge
My momâs dishes really had crack on âem
12 12s and I kept that shit packed for âem, yeah they came back for âem
I can paint it so vivid cause I really lived it
If rap fail, I stack bail, and show you how to get it!
Iâm in the club, bottle in my hand doing my two step
While I got my gun in my pants, call it the hammer dance
Bitches dancing on a nigga when they feel the gun
I tell âem weâre doing the hammer dance
Two steppinâ with my weapon on me
You good? Iâm just checking, homie
Fam-a-lam, you donât stand a chance
While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance
In these LA times, I wake up on one
House slippers and coffee, I know the paper gonâ come
I drop shit that make the gangstas go dumb
Keep a bad bitch naked like my waist with no gun
Iâm for real, how are you?
Got street power, from the Watts Towers to Howard U
How would you become me? I donât do what you cowards do
Flip a thousand pounds of that sour diesâ in a hour, dude
Iâm out my muhâfuckinâ mind
Fuck a punchline, salute my muhâfuckinâ grind
Ditching feds on the regular, theyâre trying to catch a predator
Not the Chris Hansen type, but the Danny Glover kind
Iâm a killer, everybody know I body your audio
When a shotty blow, say goodbye to your barrio, you maricon
You donât think that Iâm about this
Ice grill, nigga, put your money where your mouth is
Iâm in the club, bottle in my hand doing my two step
While I got my gun in my pants, call it the hammer dance
Bitches dancing on a nigga when they feel the gun
I tell âem weâre doing the hammer dance
Two steppinâ with my weapon on me
You good? Iâm just checking, homie
Fam-a-lam, you donât stand a chance
While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance
My real name, my rap shit
Fuck with Chase, but the real bank is the mattress
Money ainât new to me, been getting G-stacks
Since Smoove B took his shawty back from rehab
Knife work with me, but the chrome is extra
Case Iâm in the same taxi as the bone collector
Yâall rappinâ âbout models, I get hounded by âem
Not a killer at all, Iâm just surrounded by âem
Just a real nigga, straight from my motherâs stomach
Ainât enough cloth for all of us to be cut from it
Not decided by who toast led
Cause all of us would be angels for Pujolsâ bread
Lot of hostility, hollering is killing me
Screaming âOver my dead body,â like itâs not a possibility
On my Jersâ bullshit, never mind me
But if itâs ever problems, niggas know where to find me
Iâm in the club, bottle in my hand doing my two step
While I got my gun in my pants, call it the hammer dance
Bitches dancing on a nigga when they feel the gun
I tell âem weâre doing the hammer dance
Two steppinâ with my weapon on me
You good? Iâm just checking, homie
Fam-a-lam, you donât stand a chance
While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance
- :
- House Rules (Mixtape)
- House Rules
- Welcome to: Our House
- My Life (Single)
- On the House (Mixtape)
- Slaughterhouse
- Back On The Scene (Single)
- Slaughterhouse (EP)
- Southpaw (Music From and Inspired By the Motion Picture)
- La rage au ventre (Bande originale) [Music From and...
- R.N.S.
- Slaughterhouse (Bonus Track Version)
- Compilation
- Dynasty Boss, Volume 3: The Block Obama Edition
- Hammer Dance
- The Middle East Massacre
- The Right Crew
- The Science of Self: The Best of DJ Khalil
- Welcome To: Our House (Deluxe Version)
- SHADYXV