Artist: Slaughterhouse & DJ Drama Album: On the House Song: Back the Fuck Up Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: DJ Drama] Ever since the beginning, who's house it was chose who runs the game Clearly in my profession, we know it's Dram's house {"Gangsta!"} When it comes to bars, oh these four niggaz right here, it's they house So before we +Welcome+ you +to Our House+, this one's +On the House+ [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] I said what the fuck are you lookin for? (for) Can't a young nigga get money anymore? (more) Can y'all bums get funny anymore? (more) Can my life get sunny anymore? Ay, back the fuck back 'fore I fuck you up Ay, back the fuck back 'fore I fuck you up You better back the fuck back 'fore I fuck you up Ha, Slaughterhouse!! (woo!) I came (I came) I saw (I saw) I conquered (I conquered) I'm a monster Yeah, back the fuck back 'fore I fuck you up You better back the fuck back 'fore I fuck you up, ay! [Royce Da 5'9"] Feelin like the greatest, Motor City's finest My crew lookin Jamaican, I'm rollin with the grinders They callin me Old Head, but so what the car's young I set the bar with these bars even though I'm bar none Hot car, top's off, hot broad, rock star Watch not flawed, tell y'all to watch dogs knock it off I'm too pretty to fight, this gonna end fast My clip long as Sinbad's when it's on its tenth blast Fuck y'all radio play, fuck y'all radio stations Long as I'm paid, my lady built like a long-legged alien If it all ended today, I can honestly say I performed and recorded with the greatest, word on "The Chronic" to Dre Now I'm as polished as Obama wipin down a diamond with the ass of Diamond from Crime Mob after she's had a shiny Armani hind-job, I'ma be straight And you can pick a rapper, any rapper, and line up the date I'm in a zone, where the fuck is the ref with the whistle? Don't gotta impress you, I just diss you The press pretzels the issue My homie Joey showed me the net, and I went and got me a gross net fiscal I'll stretch you like the Tec is a Bowflex pistol, so don't bet You would prefer me to be comin/cummin with you like phone sex with a sexy electrician whose next mission is to cut your buzz off if you don't rap right I ain't wrapped tight but I'm just that gift Crack piff, mac spit, Cadillac flips We can match whips, battle rap dick I'd rather have an actress on my mattress who givin me brain so long she don't know jack shit but how to do that dick Fact shit confidence of a fat chick Caught onto fashion from catchin bodies at Saks Fifth I came, saw and I conquered Pig gang, y'all talkin, I'm chain-sawin your tonsils [Chorus] [Joell Ortiz] Out for lunch with my accountant Back the fuck back down to Chase doin countin My bitch back the fuck back it up when I'm poundin Y'all funny style watchin Broke-the-fuck-back Mountain Y'all tuned into the Slaughters, the group fathers hate cause we move in on their daughters with shit news reporters Holdin they hand when they tryin to get interviews in order That's a chico stick ma, come and chew me, I'm a quarter of the House Gang, call it the crib mami These niggaz runnin tryin to get in our seat, bunch of Mitt Romney's But I stand at the podium with the fifth by me Screamin out "Yes we can, open yo' shit papi" I rap well so I'm a bit cocky From Maxell blank tapes with the tissue in it to disc copies To downloads in one click I'll be still rhymin when music's telepathic, you can come sit by me I'll stare at you with the rawest thoughts CNN y'all think news, CNN I think +War Report+ I say Big L you say weed, I say Harlem's boss A legend and I'm reppin for him and all that my sport has lost Hip-Hop ain't just a way of life It's all I know, it's what fill up my kid's cutty day and night When it got soft y'all conformed, man I stayed to fight Y'all threw on Bathing Apes, I went ape in my favorite Nikes Back the fuck back breddren I brought it back when rap was defective, please don't ask me no questions (Chill out) Friend or foe, speak quick Or I'll put this foot back the fuck back where you leak shit [Chorus] [Crooked I] Jumped in my DeLorean, hopped out in a ratchet era Basic hoes with reality shows, bring back Ciara Niggaz frontin, Instagram-ing somebody's Panamera Wack rappers ride to success smooth as Aloe Vera Guess we're here cause shit needs to switch like niggaz is robbin the poor just to feed the rich Overcrowdin markets, artists need a niche In Slaughterhouse our niche is, "Bitch, we's the shit!" So chicks want the dick in their midsection Do I pay for pussy? That's a trick question Problems I bench-pressed 'em I'm on some mirrors in the gym shit, I'm in this bitch flexin Get used to it, we back You dudes ruinin rap, more than a few view it as fact Crack your ProTools with a bat What kind of stupid ass music is that - no question mark It's simply rhetorical, I'm simply historical And you call yourself an MC? You horrible I'm simply an oracle The impact you feel when you hit the ground kneein the floor and know I'm on my "yes yes y'all" My soldiers don't eat with no mess hall My mindstate anti-sex doll, I don't fuck with you fake pussies Who I'm talkin about? I said yes y'all [Chorus]