Y’all ready know

Yo, yo, yo
This your man Royce Da 59'
This your dude Crooked I
Man, Jump off Joe Beezy
Its Joell Ortiz
Yall ready, yall ready, yall ready know , Slaughterhouse
Little *****s get your weight up ***** yall, pay up
My bars just as slick as my ***** and both stay up
Nicer than me , say what? Wait up, straight up
I finish *****s right off the bat like a layup
I seen a lot of come, I seen a lot of go
But yall know where Im from, B-are double O
You know the rest pimpin, yeah, I was bred different
Here come pops with the ny bop, you know, the leg limpin
My ice mug frozen till its stiff
Grimy *****, might wanna hold onto your *******
I got a way with women, I faithfully play with women
Let em suck on this bottle and pray that I throw a baby in em
I might just throw em a gold fronts
Pour up a cup of E & J and light up a dro blunt
I was never soft, never saw me flinchin when they lettin off
Never had to retaliate cause I set it off
Yall ready, yall ready, yall ready know, Slaughterhouse
Yall know my name, *******, never change up my language
Im just a rich ***** from a city thats bankrupt
First we take oath
Then Im pulling turquoise strings in my Lebron corks In Turks and Caicos
I came from wicked chair fame wearin short sets
I learned that money cant buy happiness
But I decided Id rather do all my cryin in the Corvette
Make a dollar, buya suit
Have a child, and have em follow suit
Wavin that weatherchange things
Make the winter fall, coming through with everything to lose
Taking everything from you know
Let him finish his fall in his draws
And pray that he land on that minute hand in my Hublot
Im about that Art Of War gospel
That Basquiat Picasso drawing a roscoe
Using the blood of a usual thug who was told die slow
Your money on me, bet it all, you know Imma set it off
Yall ready, yall ready, yall ready know, Slaughterhouse
Lets skip the small talk and get right to the wealth
Truth is I give a *****, but its right to myself
***** fame, keep the *******t I write to myself
If what I do is therapeutic, man, the slightest *******t helps
Made angel dust my freshman year
Gave it a try, cool, little did I knew
Had the wrong meaning of high school
Teachers called him a sociopath and a liar
***** them, only went to class for the cyphers
Now Im gettin bills for
The same thinking they tried to prescribe pills for
They said I needed a wrench, Im a loose screw
Vital, suicidal, said I would kill mi amour
Wasnt speakin in French, said Id let it off
Never know who or what you might get
Main reason they never want me to set it off
You now dealing with four *****s thats never off
All bets off, so nah, you wont be better off
Yall ready, yall ready , yall ready know, Slaughterhouse
Jewish tats arm on my arm like a Semitic boss
Egyptian art hanging, uh, thats my Kemetic cross
Slaughterhouse set it off
Even got ******* wavin our flag, Betsy Ross
Old school Chevy, the head is off
Decapitated Impala
Heavy lack from the weight of the llama
Still bear arms like a shaven koala
How you thinkin like a faded neurology student
Is prudent when chasin a dollar
So never mind, a clever rhyme
Id rather find a better grind, forever times
Sittin behind me because Im ahead of mine
In this era Im livin outside of the paradigm
Im comin outside with a pair of dimes
Sharon and Caroline
Share a line then they share a 9 inch, never mind
I probably shouldnt even keep going
Cause these rappers keep hoein with their teeth showing
I set it off
Yall ready, yall ready, yall ready know, Slaughterhouse