Y'all Ready Know

[Intro: Royce da 5'9", Crooked I, Joe Budden & Joell Ortiz] Yo, yo— yo, yo— Yo, yo— yo, yo This your man Royce da 5'9" It's your dude Crooked I Man, it's Jump Off Joe Beezy Ya—ya—ya—ya—yaow—yaowa It's Joell Ortiz [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] Y'all 'ready— y'all 'ready— (uh!) Y'all 'ready know, it's Sl—Slaughterhouse! [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] Lil niggas, get your weight up – fuck y'all, pay up My bars just as slick as my dick and both stay up (Ha!) Nicer than me – say what? Wait up, straight up I finish niggas right off the bat like a layup (Woo!) I seen a lotta come (Come!), I seen a lotta go (Go!) But y'all know where I'm from (Where?), B-R-double-O You know the rest pimpin', yeah, I was bred different Here come pops with the NY bop, y'know, the leg limpin' (Yaow!) My ice mug frozen till it's stiff (Stiff!) Grimy nigga, might wan' hold onto your bitch (ha!) I got a way with women, I faithfully play with women (Yes!) Let 'em suck on this bottle and pray that I throw a baby in 'em (Ooh!) I might just throw on my gold fronts Pour up a cup of E & J and light up a dro blunt I was never soft, never saw me flinchin' when they lettin' off Never had to retaliate 'cause I set it off [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] Y'all 'ready— y'all 'ready— Y'all 'ready know, it's Sl—Sl—Slaughterhouse! [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"] Y'all know my name, bitch, never change up my language I'm just a rich nigga from a city that's bankrupt First, we take oath then I'm pullin' turquoise strings In my Lebron Corks in Turks and Caicos I came from wicker chair fame wearin' short sets I learned that money can't buy happiness But I decided I'd rather do all my cryin' in a Corvette Make a dollar, buy a suit, have a child And have him follow suit, wavin' that weather change thing Making the winter fall, comin' through with everything to lose Takin' everything from you know, let him finish his fall in his draws And pray that he land on that minute hand in my Hublot I'm about that Art of War gospel That Basquiat, Picasso, drawin' a roscoe Usin' the blood of a usual thug who was told, "Die slow!" Your money on me, bet it all, you know I'ma set it off [Chorus: Joell Ortiz & Joe Budden] Y'all 'ready— y'all 'ready— Y'all 'ready know (uh!), we're Slaughterhouse! [Verse 3: Joe Budden] Let's skip the small talk and get right to the wealth Truth is, I give a fuck, but it's right to myself Fuck fame, could keep the shit I write to myself If what I do is therapeutic, man, the slightest shit helps Met angel dust my freshman year, gave it a try, cool Little did I knew, had the wrong meanin' of high school Teachers called him a sociopath and a liar Fuck them, only went to class for the cyphers Now I'm gettin' bills for the same thinkin' They tried to prescribe pills for, they said I needed a wrench I'm a loose screw, vital, suicidal Said I would kill me or more, wasn't speakin' in French Said I'd let it off, never know who or what you might get Main reason they never want me to set it off You now dealin' with four niggas that's never off All bets are off so nah, y'all won't be better off [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] Y'all 'ready— y'all 'ready— Y'all 'ready know, it's Sl—Sl—Slaughterhouse! [Verse 4: Crooked I] Uh, Jewish tats on my arm like a Semitic boss Egyptian ankh hangin', that's my Kemetic cross Slaughterhouse set it off, even got bitches wavin' our flag Betsy Ross, old school Chevy The head is off, decapitated Impala Heavy lap from the weight of the llama Still bear arms like a shaven koala Higher thinkin' like a faded neurology student Is prudent when chasin' a dollar So never mind, a clever rhyme I'd rather find a better grind, forever times Sittin' behind me 'cause I'm ahead of mine In this era I'm livin' outside of the paradigm I'm comin' outside with a pair of dimes Sharon and Caroline share a line then they share a nine inch, never mind I probably shouldn't even keep goin' 'Cause these rappers keep hoein' with they teeth showing I set it off [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] Y'all 'ready— y'all 'ready— Y'all 'ready know, it's Slaughterhouse! [Outro: Royce da 5'9", Crooked I, Joe Budden & Joell Ortiz] Yo, yo— yo, yo— Yo, yo— yo, yo This your man Royce da 5'9" It's your dude Crooked I Man, it's Jump Off Joe Beezy Ya—ya—ya—ya—yaow—yaowa It's Joell Ortiz [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] Y'all 'ready— y'all 'ready— Y'all 'ready know, it's Sl—Slaughterhouse!