Artist: Slaughterhouse f/ Dres (Black Sheep) Album: Slaughterhouse EP Song: Back on the Scene Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Crooked I] Here we go yo, here we go {*2X*} Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up! [Dres] Back on the scene! Crispy and clean! Back on the scene! Crispy and (SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!) [Royce Da 5'9"] Slaughterhouse family, ridin like a taxi And yeah, I'm like Dres, I am like the +Black Sheep+ I just want a, GANGSTA bitch, or I be a bad G You sound dry, your legs look a lil' ashy You thought what you said was +Classy+ But Slaughterhouse been about bread since Freddie Blassie Freddy'll say nasty, I'm a rap assassin that's sittin in the Aston that's cleaner than the demeanor of Eddie Haskell Call me a defensive BACK on the track spit And that Slaughterhouse pigskin you couldn't put it past me We done, been through a whole lot in the past Cause niggaz bash us for bein spazzes Let it be known we never known for bein average We prime like the Corleone re-enactment When it comes to talent, we the Jacksons Eat a track, we assassins We, mean, we back on the scene [Chorus One: Dres] Back on the scene! Crispy and clean! Back-back on the scene! Crispy and clean! Back on the scene! Crispy and clean-clean! Back on the scene! Crispy and (SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!) [Crooked I] You spend twenties on flowers, me I put doves on the rose That's why I'm in the club with your hoes What you lookin hard for? Don't spill escargot on yourself, and get slugs in your clothes We the ones with the flows Who hit 'em with the dope lines? The answer's right under your nose Whenever hip-hop's fallin off the track We pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, 'til we back on the scene, crispy and clean Fix me some whiskey and lean, bitch we the kings Only time your music is fly is when I use your compact disc as a frisbee to fling Pyoon! I'm a cold young - nigga This your hoe come - get her, cause I'm so done - wit her Made her whole tongue - glitter, with the old cum - spitter Hit her then slide home, homerun hitter [Chorus One] [Joell Ortiz] Yaowa! It's a wrap for your team When I get in that ring I put rap in a fiend I don't know what's happenin-ing Either I'm gettin better or y'all fallin off like the sag in my jeans Relax and I'm clean, immaculate lean And go in my two-step, somethin fat in between Haters, don't get mad at my dream Opposite's attract, I'm nice and the track is just mean So I'ma fuck it up, flow {?} Olive button up, Bo Jackson's and green Fresh fitted cap on the bean Sorta like a spine on a movie screen, back on the scene Back under that light's like a gat with the beam Back at the register with the plastic machine Back wearin my gold like Magic, Kareem Back in them rap magazines - click! [Chorus Two: Dres] Back on the scene! Crispy and clean! Back-back on the scene! Crispy and clean! Back on the scene! Crispy and clean-clean! Back on the scene! Crispy and clean! Back-back on the scene! Crispy and clean! Back-back on the scene! Crispy and clean! Back on the scene! Crispy and clean-clean! Back on the scene! Crispy and (SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!) [Joe Budden] Check it, them rumors you heard about me I refute those The attributes of hoes, don't affect my attitude at all Die from what you told, blood on your new clothes Cause even the biggest form of Nuvo{?} What they want so glock's wit 'em, be in a box wit 'em Try and box wit 'em while he got the ox wit him Dot the I's/eyes wit 'em, whole life's a rehearsal Cars got the horsepower of that Old Spice commercial Silence when a vet's speakin, I'm jet skiing with lesbians You just seein wantin to just be him In the casino (no) spendin petty cash (cash) No worries, I'm the same as what you met me as Bitches sayin, "Go ahead with your sexy ass" Y'all can have my heart, you can get it out this plexiglass Here's a message to the haters I'll take money, power and fear, the respect'll come later [Chorus Two]