Artist: Slaughterhouse & DJ Drama Album: On the House Song: Coming Home Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Joell Ortiz] Oh word? That's how y'all felt? Thought it was gone huh? Hehehe Y'all sound stupid Slaughterhouse nigga, uhh {"Gangsta Grizzills!"} [Joell Ortiz] I heard the whispers, they thought that I was done befo' They thought Dre said I'm somethin he don't want no mo' They thought I got dropped, they thought I would stop I thought not, hopped out the square, thought out the box Listen I keep it real, I was hopin that the major work But I was indie again, time for some major work Already hungry but the non-believers made it worse Had me posted up in that booth, like e'ry day the 1st Who was supposed to give up? Nah, not me Man, post this shit up on +NahRight+ B Hello +World+ I'm a +Star+, look what I invented +Rap Radar+ identified with my spider senses I had the hip-hop game +On Smash+ And a title locked up, like Akon smashed Then I linked with three dudes who also say y'all trash With another chance to show you again So I'm holdin this pen like [Chorus] Bet you never thought that you'd be back in this position Got no answers for their questions and it kills you just to listen But-but-but you know, there's nowhere else left to go And I ain't coming home, I-I-I ain't coming home [Joe Budden] Joey, uhh It started with assault charges, B & E's, burglaries, some heats In a dark back alley block in them Jersey City streets Who knew, that I could prosper spittin out cause off Hennessy vodka The dudes that were meant to be partners'll mentally block ya And payin good pennies to watch ya from Denny's, the lobster But your own actions is what could esentially stop ya I come around and the track get nervous If you wrote 'em off, be able to track that purchase Hooked up to IV's or we had be deceased in the near My heated prayers fell on the Reaper's ears but he can hear If you're talkin chain of command, I wanna be clear We different links, how can an A-lister and Z share? Rodman with the trash talk, the magical walk with the black ball Way I bounce off the asphalt with cat paws Move relentless through the rumors And my mere presence says God got a funny sense of humor [Chorus] [Crooked I] Bet you never thought that you'd be back in that position I'm talkin to you bitches, arch your back in that position Your ratchet ass was missin You thought that I fell off but Shady/Aftermath musicians got you packin ammunition I'm back, the Circle Gang Boss Witness the resurrection my career came 'cross Jesus, name a vixen I can't toss She use her mouth to clean my thing off, and I call it gettin brainwashed Slaughter's hotter than ever To be hotter you gotta cop a Carrera, proud of your leather Walkin in executive's offices and holla you better, hit my pockets with cheddar Feed me paper like my pockets are a document shredder You really thought I'd get this money and behave? Niggaz left me for dead and did the dougie on my grave I'll break your purse for my perseverance Them same labels gettin raped for a verse and clearance For real [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] God's favorite, dark horse of the devil's family I'm plan A 'til it's my damn day, failure's my plan B From ashy to fancy, behind bars to behind the bars They made it so I can fit an entire jail cell inside of my pantry My daughter's a down, she loves to see her father come She loves to blow bubbles with her bubblegum, now she lives inside of one Just accept it, got Martin King's heart, Martin Sheen's son's blood cause missed me with your questions I am the Martin Scorsese of this profession It's why I'm outta here like Martin Lawrence said, get to steppin! And I did it doin the kind of music I like You's a fool, you thought that "Boom" would be my only highlight Slaughterhouse been outcasted, first we're here, then we're there Then we started to rhyme like we pretend to load our pens with lead Now we movin on up like the Jeffersons Cause things came full circle like the top of Sherman Hemsley's head, yeah [Chorus]