Sucka Mc's - Slaughterhouse, Freeway

Sometimes you gotta wonder

Maybe it’s the competitive nature of the game

The story kills them

This is the way the story goes, when you in it for the dough

And you swinging for the fence, close friends’ll turn to foes

Act just like hoes, want you to get the dinner for 'em

Niggas trying to slow;

walk me but I been up on 'em

Partly cause part of me got love for 'em

But a part of me got a slug for 'em

It’s hard for me, he was there from the start of me

Shared gear.

See, part of me still cares

But part of me feels, he 'bout to come to my house to slaughter me

Wait 'til I hit the balcony, then Dr. Martin me

This heart full of larceny, they think I’m the dollar tree

Since I’m the nigga with the weight and they ain’t

They’re like P90X trying to make me lose calories

State Prop chain-gang maintain salary

Freezer sends his goons through hourly, devouring

It’s just the Philly in me

Word to Joey crack, jealous ones envy, sucka MC’s

Fuck haters, get cheese

I can see my friends

Turn green with envy

(Jealous ones envy, sucka MC’s

Fuck haters, get cheese)

I said, with friends like these, who needs enemies

Inside this evil industry, where the green breeds greed, envy, and schemes

And schemes Of B & E’s and dreams of seeing me up under guillotines

But the desert eagle I’m bringing with me can be its wings

It’s supposed to be about respect

Your boys will watch you spend some of your dough and then they’ll count the

rest and bounce before you can bounce a check

He not jealous, he just wants you to split whatever you get with him

And all that he sees is all that you bought and it sticks with him

The snake in the grass from the garden of Eden, it bit him

The first recorded sin, for 4 to 10 to 25 to life

I can quote stories of lead from the top of my head like I don’t write

Drunk and high on life, I learned to back up my own hype

When I had to steal back my own bike, pastor’s on me like «pass the collection

plates» of white on rice

God fearing, my only flaw’s my giving heart

It’s not conducive to being frugal and living smart

Maybe I’ll die dumb

Leaving behind a beautiful corpse known for my hand on my balls like Cy Young

Eyes numb from constantly staying open

And constantly being haunted by promises they broken

We supposed to get money

The bottom of a vodka bottle describes my drink behavior

You’re far from biblical scriptures if you’re thinking a drink can save ya

What happens when your semen donor leaves the streets to raise ya?

You raise your heat, ready to go HAM like Lincoln Abra

Ay bruh, I know this stripper

Who was talking to this nigga, who was talking while he tipped her

Bout the pitches and zippers he be flipping to get them chippers

He told her about his stash, slip of the the tongue off the liquor

Yeah I used to dick her, now I call her my play sister

Yeah, we can trust her, we can bust in on that buster while he’s with her

With a ski mask, gloves and snubs doin it like a crook should

Slapped a bitch up a couple of times to make it look good

He said, «Damn, Crooked, you’re frozen cold»

When I’m broke, these are the types of thoughts that overload my dome

When I’m alone I done dirt that I never ever even told a soul

But my soul knows Ortiz, I need to slow my role

You little suckers, muh’fucker

I put a verse frm everyone a you dud busters in Fuddruckers

Got swinging but going nowhere;

mud putters

Walking 'round all sour you little bud puffers

I’m done dudda, shottas, papa

I let the gun stutter, clap at booty, niggas, I gun butt ya

One mother, no father, no sisters no brother

Couple cousins, why bother, I’m one of one plus, uh

Who gives a fuck about the next man, my jet land

Your face all blue, orange you’re mad like a Mets fan

I’m Brooklyn, like the Atlantic Ave. Nets and

I run with wildcats like the next season’s Jets plans

Feel the fire like Rex-man

You make one half of Smif & Wessun sign to Russell, man you’re tech jam

Kuz its rusty ain’t been popped in forever

My Glock sever your top.

Better not diddy-bop through my block in your lever

Pussy