Everybody Down Lyrics - Slaughter House Ep - Slaughterhouse

[Intro] 

As we proceed 

to give you what you need 

As we proceed 

to give you what you need 

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 a motherfucking stick-up 

Quick, everybody down 

[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 four four clip 

Full of bullets than resemble poker chips 

I'm so the shit, bitches jumping at my poker stick 

Slaughterhouse you know we sick, everybody down 

Take your bitch, same bitch you wake up with 

Make her trick till 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, shhh 

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, nigguh 

[Chorus] 

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 a motherfucking stick-up 

Quick, everybody down 

As we proceed 

to give you what you need 

As we proceed 

And now the drive by 

[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 

Eat to 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 

Ima disappear when you meet the Lord, 

Ima be a border G for the single pro in me and more 

Or bring a hoard or be a slur 

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

[Chorus] 

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 a motherfucking stick-up 

Quick, everybody down 

As we proceed 

To give you what you need 

As we proceed 

To give you what you need 

[Joe Budden] 

I get on my 'I don't give a fuck' kit 

Fuck the money, fuck the wealth, 

Fuck your label, fuck your lyrics, 

You sit on a fucking shelve, 

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

Tell the bitch that this dick game ain't no 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 maybe bring me 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 

[Chorus] 

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 a motherfucking stick-up 

Quick, everybody down 

As we proceed 

To give you what you need 

As we proceed 

To give you what you need 

[Joell Ortiz] 

Yall just heard my man snap, this is rubber band rap 

Twisted ?, 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 yall 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 for some part of the 9th power 

I don't pick a fool, I devour 

You think you Hot dog, I'm walking around with a sour 

Crown and onions, buns and ketchup mustard, relish 

Wow I think Ima 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 pipi 

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

[Chorus] 

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 a motherfucking stick-up 

Quick, everybody down 

As we proceed 

To give you what you need 

As we proceed 

To give you what you need