Everybody Down

[Intro: Joe Budden]

As we proceed to give you what you need

[Hook: Royce Da 5’9]

Slaughterhouse up in this bitch, get your bitch, make it quick

Nickel, Quick, Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down

Bitch this ain't no club hit, this ain't for no bitches

This is a motherfucking stick-up, quick, everybody down

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9”]

I’m about to rob the hardest nigga out here

Yes I’m on my joker shit, I keep a Heath Ledger for the joke of it

I don’t plan ahead of them, I don’t gamble

I just keep a .44 clip, full of bullets that resemble poker chips

I’m so the shit, bitches jumping at my pogo stick

Slaughterhouse you know we sick, everybody down

Take your bitch, same bitch you wake up with, make her trick

'til her fucking thighs hurt, momma if your pussy wet

You shouldn’t have a dry purse, call me Ryan Rhinoplasty

I will augment your ass if you mess with God’s work

When it comes to drama, fighting second, homicides first

I don’t look for drama, drama follows me, so why search?

Everybody, everybody we gon need you quiet, shh

Slaughter got a message, everybody down

I’m a cheddar getter, you a teller, I don’t care, whatever

I’ll just scare the witnesses, I’m the illest in here

Bring a pen and pad and don’t compare the sicknesses

Where the fuck the ruler at, so we can measure sentences

I am better than I’ve ever been, never been better

I don’t follow trends, I set trends for the trendsetters, Nickle

[Hook: Royce Da 5’9]

Slaughterhouse up in this bitch, get your bitch, make it quick

Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down

Bitch this ain't no club hit, this is ain't no for bitches

This is a motherfucking stick-up, quick, everybody down

[Bridge: Joe Budden (Crooked I)]

As we proceed to give you what you need

As we proceed-

(And now: the drive by)

[Verse 2: Crooked I]

First I pull up on your block, let my entire torch

Spit fire, burn down your empire’s boardwalk

Bitch I am melting my rims, tires, draw off

Porsche hit the wall, then my pills high as war-off

Crawled out, grabbed the new banana clip

Lascerations on my face, travel agents shit I still plan trip

Ran up on the first nigga who had a whip

Either die a hero, or abandon ship (Get out your car nigga!)

I could kill you now fuck a witness

I’m all about my business, you all about your bitchness

And I ain't bout to slow down, you oughta ask you daughter

About fucking around with Slaughter, You bound to go down

I'mma disappear when you meet the Lord

I'mma be aboard a G4 to Singapore with mi amor

Or bring a whore to be a slore

Either or we ignore casualties of war you can meet the floor now

[Hook: Royce Da 5’9]

Slaughterhouse up in this bitch, get your bitch, make it quick

Nickel, Quick, Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down

Bitch this ain't no club hit, this ain't for no bitches

This is a motherfucking stick-up, quick, everybody down

[Bridge: Joe Budden]

As we proceed to give you what you need

As we proceed to give you what you need

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]

I get on my ‘I don’t give a fuck’ tip, fuck the money, fuck the wealth

Fuck your label, fuck your lyrics, you sit on a fucking shelf

Lava so if ain't in the topic of the constant, the discussion fell

Tell the bitch that this dick ain't gone suck itself

Nigga, I ain't no rapper I’m a mercenary

Every verse I bury, some will blame it on the perks I carry

Been in disguise when I failed or I lost

But they won’t know I’m a god until I’m nailed on the cross

And these rappers is a mess, sad is if they best

Magnum to their chest, they could piss me, it won’t matter what they said

They just rhyme, I just climb on the ladder to success

And I'm even bringing some niggas that would rather me with less

My advice for the fuck boys: make some hard improvements

Career at a standstill how you gonna start a movement

Slaughterhouse the gang take part in what we doing

Or get steamed rolled over nigga pardon the intrusion

[Hook: Royce Da 5'9]

Slaughterhouse up in this bitch, get your bitch, make it quick

Nickel, Quick, Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down

Bitch this ain't no club hit, this ain't for no bitches

This is a motherfucking stick-up, quick, everybody down

[Bridge: Joe Budden]

As we proceed to give you what you need

As we proceed to give you what you need

[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]

Y'all just heard my man snap, this is rubber band rap

Twisted drop a can cap pop pop a Xantax tell Everybody Down

Paid for life, fucking around

Uppercut a clown, fuck being playful pay homie with a frown

I don’t think y'all understand the magnitude

Mathematical, radical equations are easy to solve for power, yaowa

I’m the square root of a truth table, in the booth able to

Raise the bar from sub-par to the 9th power

I didn't pick at food, I devour

You think you hot dog, I’m walkin' around with a sauer

Kraut and onions, buns and ketchup mustard, relish

Wow I think I'mma fart, Everybody Down!

I don’t want the crown, I rock a fitted navy brown

Well its blue but yall been colorblind since I’d came around

Nobody can see me, I’m pissed off like my pee-pee

Then bought it in Tahiti, be easy, Slaughterhouse this is it

[Hook: Royce Da 5’9]

Slaughterhouse up in this bitch, get your bitch, make it quick

Nickel, Quick, Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down

Bitch this ain't no club hit, this ain't for no bitches

This is a motherfucking stick-up, quick, everybody down

[Bridge: Joe Budden]

As we proceed to give you what you need

As we proceed to give you what you need

[Outro: Joe Budden]

House Gang

Joey!

As we proceed to give you what you need