Fight Club (Remix) 歌词
| 歌曲 | Fight Club (Remix) |
| 歌手 | Slaughterhouse |
| 专辑 | The Slaughterhouse |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Ladies and gentlemen! | |
| Frequency, | |
| I presentThe new fight club up in this bitch (Slaughterhouse) | |
| We go by the name of | |
| Slaughterhouse | |
| We outta here, only one rule | |
| No rule, no rule[Crooked I] | |
| Joey, no rules, gunshots, no prob | |
| No jewels, niggaz say | |
| I got robbed | |
| I'm still wearin my bling | |
| And fuck first class, | |
| I fly standin on | |
| Virgin America's wing | |
| Nuts hang, knockin down skyscrapers | |
| Take a piss, make it rain, | |
| I'm the American dream | |
| Make it rain, | |
| I ain't Pacman | |
| JonesNigga, balls and my word all a black man owns[Joe Budden] | |
| If you in that man's zone, how you figure to gain? | |
| Can't bowl a 300 in another nigga lane | |
| Better aim, you dealin with a 7-10 split[Crooked I] | |
| That's Long | |
| Beach cause we on some 7-10 shit[Joell Ortiz] | |
| I've been nice since "227" man, shit | |
| I am sick and | |
| I'm never gettin better, that's it(Slaughterhouse) | |
| Give me somethin sharp to sever that prick | |
| Like a group broke up | |
| I will dismember that clique[Royce Da 5'9"] | |
| I'm a veteran, remember that shit | |
| We some internet rappers, then why you on our internet dicks? | |
| We'll be there when it's war callin | |
| Either we high or we fly or the floor fallin | |
| I'm a Tommy gun – it ain't no best | |
| The rap game like a | |
| St. Louis verses | |
| New York battle, nobody won | |
| A bunch of fuckin 2's and 3's like zone defense[Joe Budden][sighs] | |
| Please get at dudes | |
| Ortiz (nah, you beast 'em) | |
| Hold up won't stop, can't stop, thank pops | |
| Hard-headed, gotta hit a wall first like a bank shot | |
| Get it clear – a cokehead's a thin linebetween friend or foe, won't let the shit disappear | |
| This fiscal year | |
| I'ma stay hot buzzinwith dudes that help me shoot like | |
| A-Rod cousin | |
| Walk in my shoes and your feet get callousfrom | |
| Jersey City to | |
| Caesars Palace | |
| I speak with malice just to make sure the street gets salvaged | |
| Real talk, where would all us be without it? | |
| Slaughterhouse no fear - too many dudes | |
| Tyson Chandler tried to leave they team and went nowhere[Crooked I] | |
| Like Tyson | |
| Chandler in the past niggaz on some bullshit | |
| Royce, tell | |
| Preme I got a full clip (whoa!) | |
| Niggaz used to run when they saw | |
| Suge's face | |
| Faster than | |
| Joey and Joell in a foot race | |
| Now you ask me where the incident took place | |
| Don't check the internet, check hood space | |
| You dealin with some intelligent creatures | |
| I don't touch guns, | |
| I draw with telekinesis | |
| No fingerprints on | |
| Crooked's mag | |
| I'm mixed with good and bad like the | |
| Goodfellas and | |
| JesusFirst | |
| Biggie and | |
| Jay made it | |
| I'll leave a bandanna at your murder and make it gang related | |
| The bitch at the | |
| Shonie's told me homie[Joell Ortiz] | |
| Ortiz, I'm the one and only | |
| Pick a spot, | |
| I pick apart you dudes who pick a part | |
| This ain't a movie, | |
| I feel bad like lookin at a pic of ' | |
| PacNiggaz hearts gettin sparked every time | |
| I give a arcto my wrist and it twists like a spliff when | |
| I'm sittin in the park | |
| Tall corny niggaz ain't makin a bigger mark | |
| I'll boost drugs, what | |
| I does got 'em runnin to get a | |
| NARCYou guppies unlucky, you in a tank with a shark | |
| Teeth crooked like my dog who just finished a vicious bark[Royce Da 5'9"] | |
| Flick a dart through your top hat | |
| Weak MC's you cannot rap; | |
| Freq', where the drop at? | |
| Now you mad at | |
| Tahiry cause your ass ain't famous | |
| Get it nigga? | |
| Your "ass" ain't famous | |
| Quit talkin 'bout me cause ya ass ain't dangerous | |
| They call me | |
| Hustler because my mag game heinous | |
| Show up to | |
| Detroit thinkin (Everybody Love) you | |
| And I'ma come and show you that ya ass ain't (Raymond) | |
| Dumbin every line – me fuckin bitcheslike the cops after a murder, they cummin/comin every time | |
| Shell-toes and | |
| Wissam jacket, the contractor | |
| Still pushin elbows like a linebacker | |
| And y'all playin | |
| My worldwide bitches on my worldwide watch, | |
| I call it the broadband[Outro: Crooked I] | |
| SLAUGHTERH | |
| OUSE!Y'all know what it is man |
| Ladies and gentlemen! | |
| Frequency, | |
| I presentThe new fight club up in this bitch Slaughterhouse | |
| We go by the name of | |
| Slaughterhouse | |
| We outta here, only one rule | |
| No rule, no rule Crooked I | |
| Joey, no rules, gunshots, no prob | |
| No jewels, niggaz say | |
| I got robbed | |
| I' m still wearin my bling | |
| And fuck first class, | |
| I fly standin on | |
| Virgin America' s wing | |
| Nuts hang, knockin down skyscrapers | |
| Take a piss, make it rain, | |
| I' m the American dream | |
| Make it rain, | |
| I ain' t Pacman | |
| JonesNigga, balls and my word all a black man owns Joe Budden | |
| If you in that man' s zone, how you figure to gain? | |
| Can' t bowl a 300 in another nigga lane | |
| Better aim, you dealin with a 710 split Crooked I | |
| That' s Long | |
| Beach cause we on some 710 shit Joell Ortiz | |
| I' ve been nice since " 227" man, shit | |
| I am sick and | |
| I' m never gettin better, that' s it Slaughterhouse | |
| Give me somethin sharp to sever that prick | |
| Like a group broke up | |
| I will dismember that clique Royce Da 5' 9" | |
| I' m a veteran, remember that shit | |
| We some internet rappers, then why you on our internet dicks? | |
| We' ll be there when it' s war callin | |
| Either we high or we fly or the floor fallin | |
| I' m a Tommy gun it ain' t no best | |
| The rap game like a | |
| St. Louis verses | |
| New York battle, nobody won | |
| A bunch of fuckin 2' s and 3' s like zone defense Joe Budden sighs | |
| Please get at dudes | |
| Ortiz nah, you beast ' em | |
| Hold up won' t stop, can' t stop, thank pops | |
| Hardheaded, gotta hit a wall first like a bank shot | |
| Get it clear a cokehead' s a thin linebetween friend or foe, won' t let the shit disappear | |
| This fiscal year | |
| I' ma stay hot buzzinwith dudes that help me shoot like | |
| ARod cousin | |
| Walk in my shoes and your feet get callousfrom | |
| Jersey City to | |
| Caesars Palace | |
| I speak with malice just to make sure the street gets salvaged | |
| Real talk, where would all us be without it? | |
| Slaughterhouse no fear too many dudes | |
| Tyson Chandler tried to leave they team and went nowhere Crooked I | |
| Like Tyson | |
| Chandler in the past niggaz on some bullshit | |
| Royce, tell | |
| Preme I got a full clip whoa! | |
| Niggaz used to run when they saw | |
| Suge' s face | |
| Faster than | |
| Joey and Joell in a foot race | |
| Now you ask me where the incident took place | |
| Don' t check the internet, check hood space | |
| You dealin with some intelligent creatures | |
| I don' t touch guns, | |
| I draw with telekinesis | |
| No fingerprints on | |
| Crooked' s mag | |
| I' m mixed with good and bad like the | |
| Goodfellas and | |
| JesusFirst | |
| Biggie and | |
| Jay made it | |
| I' ll leave a bandanna at your murder and make it gang related | |
| The bitch at the | |
| Shonie' s told me homie Joell Ortiz | |
| Ortiz, I' m the one and only | |
| Pick a spot, | |
| I pick apart you dudes who pick a part | |
| This ain' t a movie, | |
| I feel bad like lookin at a pic of ' | |
| PacNiggaz hearts gettin sparked every time | |
| I give a arcto my wrist and it twists like a spliff when | |
| I' m sittin in the park | |
| Tall corny niggaz ain' t makin a bigger mark | |
| I' ll boost drugs, what | |
| I does got ' em runnin to get a | |
| NARCYou guppies unlucky, you in a tank with a shark | |
| Teeth crooked like my dog who just finished a vicious bark Royce Da 5' 9" | |
| Flick a dart through your top hat | |
| Weak MC' s you cannot rap | |
| Freq', where the drop at? | |
| Now you mad at | |
| Tahiry cause your ass ain' t famous | |
| Get it nigga? | |
| Your " ass" ain' t famous | |
| Quit talkin ' bout me cause ya ass ain' t dangerous | |
| They call me | |
| Hustler because my mag game heinous | |
| Show up to | |
| Detroit thinkin Everybody Love you | |
| And I' ma come and show you that ya ass ain' t Raymond | |
| Dumbin every line me fuckin bitcheslike the cops after a murder, they cummin comin every time | |
| Shelltoes and | |
| Wissam jacket, the contractor | |
| Still pushin elbows like a linebacker | |
| And y' all playin | |
| My worldwide bitches on my worldwide watch, | |
| I call it the broadband Outro: Crooked I | |
| SLAUGHTERH | |
| OUSE! Y' all know what it is man |
| Ladies and gentlemen! | |
| Frequency, | |
| I presentThe new fight club up in this bitch Slaughterhouse | |
| We go by the name of | |
| Slaughterhouse | |
| We outta here, only one rule | |
| No rule, no rule Crooked I | |
| Joey, no rules, gunshots, no prob | |
| No jewels, niggaz say | |
| I got robbed | |
| I' m still wearin my bling | |
| And fuck first class, | |
| I fly standin on | |
| Virgin America' s wing | |
| Nuts hang, knockin down skyscrapers | |
| Take a piss, make it rain, | |
| I' m the American dream | |
| Make it rain, | |
| I ain' t Pacman | |
| JonesNigga, balls and my word all a black man owns Joe Budden | |
| If you in that man' s zone, how you figure to gain? | |
| Can' t bowl a 300 in another nigga lane | |
| Better aim, you dealin with a 710 split Crooked I | |
| That' s Long | |
| Beach cause we on some 710 shit Joell Ortiz | |
| I' ve been nice since " 227" man, shit | |
| I am sick and | |
| I' m never gettin better, that' s it Slaughterhouse | |
| Give me somethin sharp to sever that prick | |
| Like a group broke up | |
| I will dismember that clique Royce Da 5' 9" | |
| I' m a veteran, remember that shit | |
| We some internet rappers, then why you on our internet dicks? | |
| We' ll be there when it' s war callin | |
| Either we high or we fly or the floor fallin | |
| I' m a Tommy gun it ain' t no best | |
| The rap game like a | |
| St. Louis verses | |
| New York battle, nobody won | |
| A bunch of fuckin 2' s and 3' s like zone defense Joe Budden sighs | |
| Please get at dudes | |
| Ortiz nah, you beast ' em | |
| Hold up won' t stop, can' t stop, thank pops | |
| Hardheaded, gotta hit a wall first like a bank shot | |
| Get it clear a cokehead' s a thin linebetween friend or foe, won' t let the shit disappear | |
| This fiscal year | |
| I' ma stay hot buzzinwith dudes that help me shoot like | |
| ARod cousin | |
| Walk in my shoes and your feet get callousfrom | |
| Jersey City to | |
| Caesars Palace | |
| I speak with malice just to make sure the street gets salvaged | |
| Real talk, where would all us be without it? | |
| Slaughterhouse no fear too many dudes | |
| Tyson Chandler tried to leave they team and went nowhere Crooked I | |
| Like Tyson | |
| Chandler in the past niggaz on some bullshit | |
| Royce, tell | |
| Preme I got a full clip whoa! | |
| Niggaz used to run when they saw | |
| Suge' s face | |
| Faster than | |
| Joey and Joell in a foot race | |
| Now you ask me where the incident took place | |
| Don' t check the internet, check hood space | |
| You dealin with some intelligent creatures | |
| I don' t touch guns, | |
| I draw with telekinesis | |
| No fingerprints on | |
| Crooked' s mag | |
| I' m mixed with good and bad like the | |
| Goodfellas and | |
| JesusFirst | |
| Biggie and | |
| Jay made it | |
| I' ll leave a bandanna at your murder and make it gang related | |
| The bitch at the | |
| Shonie' s told me homie Joell Ortiz | |
| Ortiz, I' m the one and only | |
| Pick a spot, | |
| I pick apart you dudes who pick a part | |
| This ain' t a movie, | |
| I feel bad like lookin at a pic of ' | |
| PacNiggaz hearts gettin sparked every time | |
| I give a arcto my wrist and it twists like a spliff when | |
| I' m sittin in the park | |
| Tall corny niggaz ain' t makin a bigger mark | |
| I' ll boost drugs, what | |
| I does got ' em runnin to get a | |
| NARCYou guppies unlucky, you in a tank with a shark | |
| Teeth crooked like my dog who just finished a vicious bark Royce Da 5' 9" | |
| Flick a dart through your top hat | |
| Weak MC' s you cannot rap | |
| Freq', where the drop at? | |
| Now you mad at | |
| Tahiry cause your ass ain' t famous | |
| Get it nigga? | |
| Your " ass" ain' t famous | |
| Quit talkin ' bout me cause ya ass ain' t dangerous | |
| They call me | |
| Hustler because my mag game heinous | |
| Show up to | |
| Detroit thinkin Everybody Love you | |
| And I' ma come and show you that ya ass ain' t Raymond | |
| Dumbin every line me fuckin bitcheslike the cops after a murder, they cummin comin every time | |
| Shelltoes and | |
| Wissam jacket, the contractor | |
| Still pushin elbows like a linebacker | |
| And y' all playin | |
| My worldwide bitches on my worldwide watch, | |
| I call it the broadband Outro: Crooked I | |
| SLAUGHTERH | |
| OUSE! Y' all know what it is man |
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