Album Name

welcome to: OUR HOUSE (Deluxe)

Artist

Slaughterhouse

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2012.01.01

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Hammer Dance - Slaughterhouse
My real name
My rap shit
No made up nigga
I’m straight up nigga
Still in the projects
where I came up nigga
On a scaffold doing
ten sets of ten
getting my weight up nigga
I’m no shooter
but my shooters’ll have
your brain exposed
But I’ll shoot five
in a second homie
and break your nose
Talking past
I’m dead ass
I was living
Life fast with my pistol
in the grass
Digging in my ass tryna
finish up the last
So I can sit it in a stash
Old E. sweat dripping
from the bag
Milk crates sitting on the ave
While I’m looking left and right
for the niggas
with the badge
My mom’s dishes
really had crack on ‘em
12 12s and I kept that shit
packed for ‘em
yeah they came
back for ‘em
I can paint it so vivid
cause I really lived it
If rap fail
I stack bail
and show you how to get it
I’m in the club
bottle in my hand
doing my two step
While I got my gun
in my pants
call it the hammer dance
Bitches dancing on a nigga
when they feel the gun
I tell ‘em
we’re doing the hammer dance
Two steppin’
with my weapon on me
You good
I’m just checking homie
Fam-a-lam
you don’t stand a chance
While I got this gun
in my pants
doing my hammer dance
In these LA times
I wake up on one
House slippers and coffee
I know the paper gon’ come
I drop shit that make
the gangstas go dumb
Keep a bad bitch naked like
my waist with no gun
I’m for real
how are you
Got street power
from the Watts Towers
to Howard U
How would you become me
I don’t do
what you cowards do
Flip a thousand pounds of that
sour dies’ in a hour dude
I’m out my muh'
fuckin’ mind
Fuck a punchline
salute my muh’
fuckin’ grind
Ditching feds on the regular
they’re trying to catch a predator
Not the Chris Hansen type
but the Danny Glover kind
I’m a killer everybody know
I body your audio
When a shotty blow
say goodbye to your barrio
you maricon
You don’t think that
I’m about this
Ice grill nigga
put your money
where your mouth is
I’m in the club
bottle in my hand
doing my two step
While I got my gun
in my pants
call it the hammer dance
Bitches dancing on a nigga
when they feel the gun
I tell ‘em
we’re doing the hammer dance
Two steppin’
with my weapon on me
You good
I’m just checking homie
Fam-a-lam
you don’t stand a chance
While I got this gun
in my pants
doing my hammer dance
My real name
My rap shit
Fuck with Chase
But the real bank is the mattress
Money ain’t new to me
been getting G-stacks
Since Smoove B took
his shawty back from rehab
Knife work with me
but the chrome is extra case
I’m in the same taxi
as the bone collector
Y’all rappin’ ’bout models
I get hounded by ‘em
Not a killer at all
I’m just surrounded by ‘em
Just a real nigga
straight from my mother’s stomach
Ain’t enough cloth for all of us
to be cut from it
Not decided by who toast led
Cause all of us would be
angels for Pujols’ bread
Lot of hostility hollering
is killing me
Screaming Over my dead body
like it’s not a possibility
On my Jers’ bullshit
never mind me
But if it’s ever problems
niggas know where to find me
I’m in the club
bottle in my hand
doing my two step
While I got my gun
in my pants
call it the hammer dance
Bitches dancing on a nigga
when they feel the gun
I tell ‘em
we’re doing the hammer dance
Two steppin’
with my weapon on me
You good
I’m just checking homie
Fam-a-lam
you don’t stand a chance
While I got this gun
in my pants
doing my hammer dance