Our Way (Outro) - Slaughterhouse

We them back pack niggas

Rap rap niggas

You’ll be talking shit about all day

Internet underground, niggas

Our intellect just won’t allow us to make records y’all way

Get over yourselves, fucker

Get over yourselves, sucker

Guess that we them back pack niggas

Rap rap niggas

Who will never sell a record, no way

Guess what sucker

We made it, we made it, we made it

But we did it our way, our way, our way

Though it took some time but we finally made it

Now can you truly say that you made it?

Your Way

Dear mister end all be all of an opinion

Fuck what you’re saying, you’ve got fans but we’ve got minions

Plus Eminem got Stans like an arena, I went and seen it

From abroad to back home, y’all ain’t got to clap

We’re gonna make this track clap, clap, clap for him

Let me take your back, we turn one song to a group, to a concert,

to a record deal

And yes it feels more like carpentry than artistry God’s work let’s get real

All you hear is them niggas like 50 too while we in the 62

But it ain’t no industry business I ain’t privy to

Yeah and for y’all niggas that tired of it

Just lay down and picture your soul over your body

Get over yourselves, fucker

Get over yourselves, sucker

Guess that we them back pack niggas

Rap rap niggas

Who will never sell a record, no way

Guess what sucker

We made it, we made it, we made it

But we did it our way, our way, our way

Though it took some time but we finally made it

Now can you truly say that you made it?

Your Way

Check my rhyme, timeline, I took time with every line

Now I don’t rhyme unless a check gets signed

My bank account, it don’t look bad

I got house gang, hood swag

I’m a Crook that’ll Jump Off with five 9's or a good jab

Hell yeah, I could brag, dude ain’t never switch

Whether the booth or on the strip I kept a Mac in my book bag

You mad little nigga cause I’m holding the belt

Do some ad-libs nigga, get over yourself

I’m here for the duration, you’re here to reputation

Slide them Dre’s over your shit, prepare your ears for devastation

‘Cause if YAOWA on that motherfucker Yaowa going in

Y’all wan' be mad go right ahead but once again

Get over yourselves, fucker

Get over yourselves, sucker

Guess that we them back pack niggas

Rap rap niggas

Who will never sell a record, no way

Guess what sucker

We made it, we made it, we made it

But we did it our way, our way, our way

Though it took some time but we finally made it

Now can you truly say that you made it?

Your Way

As a poster child for Photoshop my whole image was wrong

Straight out a movie, took a pill and all my limits were gone

Now you mention the best and you gotta argue, son

Clothes I used to borrow some now it’s name brand drawers

Just so my dick can see how far I’ve come

Changing the topic to women they know me to keep mine in labels

That’s how they drape judging of shapes I should keep mine in stables

They left him for dead, took him to watch me resurrect, that shit’s pathetic

Shouldered the blame it’s a shame it took hindsight to give me credit

I got kitchens in the masters, the fish tank is a wall

I got couches in the closets, my estate is confused

We say that blatantly for the fools that missed with a blessing that steal

There’s no other outcome when you question my will

Get over yourselves, fucker

Get over yourselves, sucker

Guess that we them back pack niggas

Rap rap niggas

Who will never sell a record, no way

Guess what sucker

We made it, we made it, we made it

But we did it our way, our way, our way

Though it took some time but we finally made it

Now can you truly say that you made it?

Your Way

They say I’d never make it, never make it

My rhyme scheme is a crime scene, dog I yellow tape it

For lyrical murder, I’m on the verge of my next merger

Had to crawl before I walk so after I ex Gerber

I took it a step further

I took over the web servers

I took over the west word to these fresh words

And rode the wave of web surfers

A circus- that’s what this industry makes me think about

Cause selling out’s a shortcut integrity’s the scenic route

But you have never seen a crew or better team

While you forever sleep we’re doing everything you fuckers dream about

Sucker Slaughterhouse is what they scream and shout

Not the crowd, I mean your bitch now

Get over yourselves, fucker

Get over yourselves, sucker

Guess that we them back pack niggas

Rap rap niggas

Who will never sell a record, no way

Guess what sucker

We made it, we made it, we made it

But we did it our way, our way, our way

Though it took some time but we finally made it

Now can you truly say that you made it?

Your Way