Slaughterhouse - R.N.S. lyrics

(Verse 1: Joell Ortiz) Once upon a time in the projects, yo I’m at a cee lo game and my dice hit 4 That n***a rolled a 3 but I ain’t get my dough My hammer got a red light on it but I let that go My whole life hidin’ from the 5-0 Sirens loud outside of my door Shortys screamin’, “You’s a wild n***a” Lil’ b**h actin’ like she ain’t know I put in that work, my name rings those bells n***as know not to play with Joell n***as know not to play with my money Cause n***as know I’m not taking that L I’ve been in these streets all of my life Had n***as’ teeth all in my nikes Had white sheets all in my heat Had white meat all in my knife My n***a it’s real n***a sh** Big pound on my chest Big pound on my waist, n***a hit pound R N S (Hook: Joell Ortiz) I ain’t ever ran on my n***as, never took a stand on my n***as I will never jam up my n***as, real n***a sh**, R.N.S I ain’t ever ran on my n***as, never took a stand on my n***as I will never jam up my n***as, real n***a sh**, R.N.S R.N.S R.N.S R.N.S R.N.S (Verse 2: Joe Budden) Once upon a time on the Jersey City dock Had my truck parked in that corner, had them 18s on yappa When a n***a ran up on that bicycle, with his hand on that Glock Tryna get his blast on with that mask on But I thank God it ain’t pop Thank God it jammed on him, jammed on him Pay for havin’ that drop If he was in our shoes, he woulda k**ed us too So we ran straight to them cops That was fun homes, it’s cool See you when you come home, you get a time wait None of my n***as gon’ tell on you We’ll turn anything ‘fore we turn snakes That’s real sh**, O’s around No sausage party, keep hoes around Her name come when we treat her like that She come around, she goes around She gon’ call her friend up Tell her ’bout that money we throw around And then go blow her jack up To holla at a n***a they know I’m in town (Hook: Joell Ortiz) I ain’t ever ran on my n***as, never took a stand on my n***as I will never jam up my n***as, real n***a sh**, R.N.S I ain’t ever ran on my n***as, never took a stand on my n***as I will never jam up my n***as, real n***a sh**, R.N.S R.N.S R.N.S R.N.S R.N.S (Verse 3: KXNG CROOKED) Once upon a time in North Long Beach, yo Somebody was knockin’ at my door It’s my homie, and he from Compton Told me he heard some n***as was plottin’ To come up to my spot and leave me shot And bleedin’ prolly from a problem from the past Get that Kevlar and guard your chest Stand your ground but watch your step, my n***a, that’s R.N.S Now I circle the block before I pull in the house I guess a couple k**ers like hidin’ in my hedges Word on the street, they heard about the Bentley Park that sh**, ride in my Lexus With two TEC-9s, kind of ironic how I’m ridin’ with TECs Bout to send my rivals a message Cold as the ice in my necklace I’m feelin’ like I’m in Vietnam with insomnia Or a kamikaze in Bosnia Cause it’s so hard to rest When you’re at war with k**ers and that’s R.N.S (Hook: Joell Ortiz) I ain’t ever ran on my n***as, never took a stand on my n***as I will never jam up my n***as, real n***a sh**, R.N.S I ain’t ever ran on my n***as, never took a stand on my n***as I will never jam up my n***as, real n***a sh**, R.N.S R.N.S R.N.S R.N.S R.N.S