Die

[Intro: Sway Calloway]

Alright, look. I seen these guys backstage. I'ma say it right now: There isn't a group in the rap game today, that lyric for lyric, can out-rap these next dudes. I know it for a motherfucking fact. I know it 'cause I'm from the West Coast and I was there when Crooked I first came on the scene. When Joell Ortiz first came on the scene. When Joe Budden first came on the scene, and one of the illest lyricists in the game, when Royce Da 5'9 first came on the scene! Welcome to: Our House, give it up for Slaughterhouse!

[Hook: Sly Jordan]

Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to ya (Oo-oh)

You ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through ya (Oo-oh)

I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio (Oo-oh)

Sounds like I got an AK dumping straight through the radio (Oh)

If you tryna be target practice, you finally found a shooter (Oo-oh)

Soon as I pull my gun I know that someone's gonna

Die, die, die, die

Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei

Tonight

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]

Nigga, this that shooter music, I'm about that life so much

I might go touch my rifles butt and my dick just might go up

Nigga, that nostril on that rifle'll knock the snot right out you

Try me and I try out ya

The drum on the gun is Beta like Phi Alpha, uh

But there ain't no frat niggas in the hood be calling me Tackleberry

And if he's iron, he will have him a easier time trying

To put on some pads and go in and try to tackle Barry

Then he go against this god damn G4 buying, Detroit lion

I'm about that life so much I might go golf

Trying to get me a hole-in-one to remind me of like when I go off

Homicidal thoughts, bodies outlined in chalk by the time it's dark

Dahmer signing his name on a dotted line with a bloody body part

I don't give a fuck if they wilding, I got a clip full of fucking Ray Allens

Selling that Sarah Palin, in broad day or Letterman Fallon

When I shoot this iron, all you hear is hooping and hollin' like

(Bombs away) Bootsy Collins

[Hook: Sly Jordan]

Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to ya (Oo-oh)

You ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through ya (Oo-oh)

I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio (Oo-oh)

Sounds like I got an AK dumping straight through the radio (Oh)

If you tryna be target practice, you finally found a shooter (Oo-oh)

Soon as I pull my gun I know that someone's gonna

Die, die, die, die

Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei

Tonight

[Verse 2: Crooked I]

They shot my nigga three times, as his abdominal bled

They robbed him for phenomenal bread, that domino led

To other dominos fallin' in his clique, off with their heads, sick

Saw him in that hospital bed, leaned away from the doctor and said

They'll all be dead soon, and I'm talking before that nurse can change the IV

I'ma put em in the dirt, leave em leaking raspberry flavored ice tea

My G, kill him and take his ID

I'm a renegade like E-M-I-N-E-M and J-A-Y-Z

Bitch it's karate, it's Mr. Miyagi mixed with Issey Miyake

Smell that chopper kicking when it's lifting ya body

Quick as Bugattis, then I'm hitting the Omni

With a chicken licking my dick in the lobby; this New Edition, I'm Bobby

Fast laner

I'm speaking the truth, put 3 in the coupe

I'ma wet your head like a leak in the roof

Then I'm leaving the booth a gas chamber

My granny calling me a rap singer

But she don't know I use my strap finger

[Hook: Sly Jordan]

Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to ya (Oo-oh)

You ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through ya (Oo-oh)

I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio (Oo-oh)

Sounds like I got an AK dumping straight through the radio (Oh)

If you tryna be target practice, you finally found a shooter (Oo-oh)

Soon as I pull my gun I know that someone's gonna

Die, die, die, die

Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei

Tonight

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]

Look, this a whole 'nother "Ether"

Hop out, black mask, low Caesar

Tell the goonies keep it low with the reefer

New bodies on old heaters

We ain't rapped too tight

Starving, they thought Jeffrey Dahmer had appetite

I'm detail, not derail

Don't lay your head if you shit by it

Got skeletons, but my shit private

I paved the way, y'all misguided

So try it, I'ma send a threat

Tie her up don't end her yet

Bullet go through your wife's eye now we know you ain't on the internet

In my head I see amateurs, can't retain a memory

All I'm left with is images

With that I'm putting emphasis

And in parentheses

Put he's hated by large percentages

And all my nemesis won't even let 'em on the premises

One shot, change him for life, he'll be belligerent

Even his text messages are gonna read like he's whispering

Bulletproofed the hoodie for Trayvon Martin

Then go to war with the cops, even they aren't pardoned

WHAT UP

[Hook: Sly Jordan]

Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to ya (Oo-oh)

You ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through ya (Oo-oh)

I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio (Oo-oh)

Sounds like I got an AK dumping straight through the radio (Oh)

If you tryna be target practice, you finally found a shooter (Oo-oh)

Soon as I pull my gun I know that someone's gonna

Die, die, die, die

Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei

Tonight