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Onslaught 2

Yeah, I said, "Once upon a time in a city that's mine"

There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime

He got a 52 box, original tick in the mind

Listenin' to 'Pac and them drop with a prestigious design

My niggaz is dimes, my bitches is dimes

I came up behind Eminem in '99 and I took the baton

I been runnin' shit ever since then, slaughtered MC's

Sit and watchin' my green grow like I'm waterin' seeds

The problem with me is I'm the heart of the streets

Niggaz callin' for peace, they can't even call the police

If I ain't better than you I'm harder to beat

Probably 'cause I live by the art of for keeps

I get indicted after my product's released

We a different form, a different centrifugal force

Every line is like grippin' on a stick shift in a Porsche

My niggaz asked for direction to go on this track

I said, "Fuck a direction, spaz out, get 'em up high"

Crooked and for them wack songs that you made

I want you to throw your pin, but hold the grenade

Explode to your grave and go straight to hell

When your soul is en-flamed for the road that you paved

The role that played, in fuckin' up hip-hop

You owe so you paid, the fo'-fo' close to your brain

Closer than the close shave of a low fuckin' fade

Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with J O E

With Nickel we gon' make more cheese

Heavy hitter, call me Joell David Ortiz

I point a burner at the plaque on your teeth

On some leftover shit, it's a wrap on the beef

I'm one in a mil', comin' to kill

It's like you wanting a pill, my gun put your back on the streets

Spine on the concrete lookin' at the sun

Eyelids heavy, "Why did Crooked have to come?"

He was full of 'gnac and rum, like a bully actin' dumb

Fully automatic umm, that's Crooked havin' fun

Listen, don't make a nigga find your dame

And make the dime give me brains 'til my mind is drained

Listen, don't make me grab a 9 and aim

And how your dime did me, do yo' mind the same

But different, the West Coast king Crooked I

I'm a kamikaze pilot, I stay fly 'til I die, get 'em up high

Joell, here we go again, you know I'm him, Mr. Ortiz

Soon as I hold a pen I co-defend the sickest MC's

Pick a disease we got it, I vomit sniffle and sneeze

Lyrics squeeze, listen please, Lord, help get rid of this fever

I'm like 150 degrees

16's used to be sweet, now they're a bit of a tease

A nigga need a infinite instrumental just to be pleased

Used to dream about livin' now I'm livin' my dreams

The bitches fiend, made my dick a machine

Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I am just as fuckin' big as I seem

When I'm spittin' this mean, me and government intervene

A couple presidents, literally live in my jeans

I give 'em residence, they just let me pick anything

When I'm in the mall, they show me the latest kicks on the scene

And I get 'em all, I ball like the nigga I am

Niggaz hate, bitches cheer like Norm, Cliff and Diane

I'm in a state, of mind that should be the fifty verse

I run radio but I don't use them itty bitty words

I ain't shabby with the nouns, I ain't shitty with the verb

When I reach heaven I want the nigga Biggie to be like word

City slicker, New York delivery when I swerve

Hold that mic like the Statue of Liberty, I deserve

A shot at the title, spitter of the year, every year, let's be clear

Put some fingers in the air and hold 'em up high

Joey, work on your half-court shot, I'm money from far

Get 'em mad, see a ape on your monkey bars

And that's rate, gettin' hate from the wannabe stars

And that's great, mean he feel it and know he numb

See that bullet comin' from around the corner

Like a shot from Angelina Jolie's gun, think Joey the one

I'm a fake, ain't your run of the mill?

I'm from where they kill you for one of your bills

For me it's fun, your man think we evenly skilled

He Mel Gibson, all that shit he believe, gon' get his son killed

Play with a match, fuck what you take it as

No good straight jacket, all I did break the match

They say he talk tough with his fake ass

Four pounds put me in another weight class

Great Escape the pad

Took the jumpsuit off my naked ass and ate the mask

You diss me, you wanna be a great that fast?

Take a fully automatic and spray at gas

Me? Body a whole shit with a verse probably atrocious

In your whole camp, nobody focused

They say you the Ultimate Warrior, I agree

You die and come back , won't nobody know this

Drive by, screamin' it's a new crew reppin'

Hangin' out the window, like it's 227, get 'em up high

Get 'em up high, get 'em up high

Get 'em up high, get 'em up high

Get 'em up high in the sky

Put 'em up high, put 'em up high

Put 'em up high, fingers in the sky

Put 'em up, Slaughterhouse, Slaughterhouse

Ohh, ohh, Fatman Scoop, Slaughterhouse

Fatman Scoop, Slaughterhouse

Put 'em high, woo, ohh

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