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House Slippers

One two one two

Turn this thing up a lil' bit, yeah

For those who been wonderin what's goin on with Joell Ortiz

It's a lot man, a lot

Feels like I finally found my (House Slippers)

My mind was goin, I stood around niggaz

Wearin this poker face like I'm holdin aces

That so wasn't the case, this

business is such a business, don't take it personal

It's more than these beats and lettin verses go

Don't end up locked in and whylin

Like a deaf person buyin a Roley better watch what you signin

Freedom is overrated until they take it

When it's gone feel like nothin can replace it

Shakin the hand that's feedin you but you hate it

Disappointed in meetings cause of your weight, just

imagine this man with your career in his hands

Givin a fuck about your fans; he just lookin at that black and white

Seein you ain't sell too well

You tryin to tell him that you was on an indie that wasn't actin right

He don't care, them numbers fucked up his appetite

Your past just fucked you twice like a hermaphrodite

You watchin niggaz win who ain't half as nice

Faced with the choice of givin in or hit the pad and write

But see, the fans can't know

So you leakin freestyles and you nailed that flow

Kids leavin out of venues like, "He killed that show!"

Screamin YAOWA everywhere but you ain't on that though

Your loved ones sick all in the mist of this

Watchin moms shoot insulin is ridiculous

Your son got a mask on, his asthma bad

His older brother actin up cause he don't have his dad

The grind took forever but it happened fast

Listen close y'all, it happened fast

Red-Eye flights out to Cali, sign to Aftermath

Come back and sign to Koch, you and Allen laugh

You drop a album over here, left the label over there

Finally let it go y'all, the past's the past

Sorry for the delay on your order

But even in my off time I ran around the world with the Slaughter

My alter, ego is a quarter

of the best rap group but I'm back to bein me, yeah the Puerto

Rican, niggaz standin on the corner

with that work for the fiends who wanna hear him more maturer

Story from a project nigga, a New Yorker

Gettin money with the I'll-still-fuck-a-nigga-up-quick aura

Man, this ain't for radio play

This for the Radio Raheems who let their radio play

For the heads on the neck clickin, lookin for the best writtens

Turnin to their man like, "You hear what he say?"

Y'all niggaz tryna recreate back in the days

I'm just tryin to rap my ass off

Hopin maybe I'll impress a few niggaz from back in the day

Because I'm finishin these new niggaz that's rappin today

You turn this up, but not too loud niggaz

Feels like I finally found my (House Slippers)

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