Slaughterhouse - Fight Club (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Joe Budden] Ladies and gentlemen! Frequency, I present The new fight club up in this b**h (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 j**els, n***as say I got robbed I'm still wearin my bling And f** first cla**, 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 Jones n***a, 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 n***a lane Better aim, you dealin with a 7-10 split [Crooked I] That's Long Beach cause we on some 7-10 sh** [Joell Ortiz] I've been nice since "227" man, sh** 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 sh** 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 f**in 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 line Between friend or foe, won't let the sh** disappear This fiscal year I'mma stay hot buzzin With dudes that help me shoot like A-Rod cousin Walk in my shoes and your feet get callous From 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 n***as on some bullsh** Royce, tell Preme I got a full clip (whoa!) n***as 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 Jesus First Biggie and Jay made it I'll leave a bandanna at your murder and make it gang related The b**h 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 'Pac n***as hearts gettin sparked every time I give a arc To my wrist and it twists like a spliff when I'm sittin in the park Tall corny n***as ain't makin a bigger mark I'll boost d**, what I does got 'em runnin to get a NARC You 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 a** ain't famous Get it n***a? Your "a**" ain't famous Quit talkin 'bout me cause ya a** ain't dangerous They call me Hustler because my mag game heinous Show up to Detroit thinkin (Everybody Love) you And I'mma come and show you that ya a** ain't (Raymond) Dumbin every line – me f**in b**hes Like 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 b**hes on my worldwide watch, I call it the broadband [Outro: Crooked I] SLAUGHTERHOUSE! Y'all know what it is man