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Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
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 dimesI 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 streetsNiggaz 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 releasedWe 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 pavedThe 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 EWith 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 beefI'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 drainedListen, 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 highJoell, 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 feverI'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 dreamsThe 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 jeansI 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 DianeI'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 wordCity 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 highJoey, 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 numbSee 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 billsFor 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 matchThey 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 maskYou 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 focusedThey 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 highGet 'em up high, get 'em up high
Get 'em up high, get 'em up high
Get 'em up high in the skyPut 'em up high, put 'em up high
Put 'em up high, fingers in the sky
Put 'em up, Slaughterhouse, SlaughterhouseOhh, ohh, Fatman Scoop, Slaughterhouse
Fatman Scoop, Slaughterhouse
Put 'em high, woo, ohh

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Slaughterhouse is a hip hop group consisting of rappers Crooked I, Joe Budden, Joell Ortiz and Royce Da 5'9". The group formed in late 2008 after Crooked I, Joell Ortiz and Royce Da 5'9" appeared on the song "Slaughterhouse" from Joe Budden's album Halfway House. They took their name from the song.

The members of Slaughterhouse all share some degree of controversy from their past in the music industry. Crooked I (Long Beach, CA) was signed to Suge Knight's Death Row label from 1999-2003, but left after his projects were shelved amidst the disintegration of the label due to Knight's continuing problems with the law. Joe Budden (Jersey City, NJ) had initial success when he signed to Def Jam in the early 2000s, but for reasons unknown, fell out of favor with Jay-Z when the latter became head of the label. Budden eventually left Def Jam and released a diss track to Jay-Z entitled "Talk To 'Em." Joell Ortiz (New York, NY) was signed to Dr. Dre's Aftermath label but left after he was informed that his album would not be released until both Eminem and Dr. Dre released their respective projects. Finally, Royce Da 5'9" (Detroit, MI) is known for his falling out and feud with Eminem and D12, though the two sides have since reconciled.

All four men address these issues in the Slaughterhouse song "Move On (Slaughter House Remix)," informing any interviewers out there that their pasts are behind them and that questions pertaining to these events are not relevant. A video for the song was released in March 2009.

Their self-titled debut album, Slaughterhouse, was released on August 11, 2009 on E1 Music. The album was reportedly recorded over a six day period in early June. The album features production from Focus, The Alchemist, DJ Khalil, StreetRunner and D12's Mr. Porter.
On June 18th, 2009, the first street single off the album was released via Joe Budden's twitter. The track is "Hood Hop" (formerly known as "Woodstock") and features M.O.P. on the hook.
The first official single from the album will be "The One". A video directed by Rik Cordero has already been shot.
It was announced that "Woodstock" will not be on the final cut of the album due to sample clearance issues.
The debut album by Slaughterhouse was leaked to the internet late Friday, July 31st.

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