Move On Remix Lyrics - Slaughter House Ep - Slaughterhouse

[Joe Budden] Frequency! 

[Joell Ortiz] 

YAOWA! What's up my nigga? 

You say your name is John? 

Joell Ortiz 

Yeah yeah I know, I'm familiar with the interview shit 

I know what you gon' ask 

I got you, don't even stress it 

No I don't respond with answers that fit a script 

So the repetition'll make a nigga flip 

We in the game of smoke and mirrors, those engineerin a bigger spliff 

blowin circles out they mouth, gettin praised but the shit'll shift 

I never lived a myth, if I said it I did it 

Never alleged, word to dead I gripped a fifth (boom!) 

I made my housing tenement a strip, movin medicine and nicks 

When I seen 'em comin I jetted from them pricks (ohh!) 

And still to this day though she clean I wish my mommy never sniffed 

But the hurt is makin me better with this gift (look) 

I'm live with this ink you could, die in a blink and 

Y'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and 

Motherfucker sometimes I cry when I think and 

Y'all ain't there when them tears bein dried by the sink (damn) 

It was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner 

I ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters (haha!) 

Set up to be loser but was made to be a winner (look) 

If they paint hip-hop I bet my face be in the picture 

If they wrote a rap bible bet my name be in the scriptures 

If shorty say I'm her idol bet her face be in my zipper (woo!) 

I came a long way from the staples in my scrilla 

Stains on my pants, hardly had a gut 

The ladies ain't wanna dance so house parties would suck 

All my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a couple 

Nah I ain't complainin, just tellin y'all what it is 

So if y'all goin through it now just know that another kid 

made somethin outta nothin, well I'm frontin, I was never nothin 

Older ladies used to tell my mother "Ain't he somethin?" (oww) 

I look at a lot of you cats and laugh 

Cause I'm the shit man, and y'all ain't even passin gas 

When I spit I'm the definition of mastered craft 

And all y'all ask about is Aftermath motherfucker move on! 

[Chorus: Iyana Dean + Iffy] 

I'm tryin to be, more than what it is you see 

For every take, do it just like eternally 

But I won't let it hold me down, I turn it all around 

I'm movin on, oh-ah, oh-ahhhh, yes I'm movin on 

[Joe Budden] 

I gotta give my own interview 

Since niggaz that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule (like!) 

Or paint me as a cynical, but the canvas'll limit you (dawg) 

You can't go beyond what there's no limit to 

If I think hip-hop is dead I think it's being revived 

And that comes from me being inside 

Where the demons get by, see 'em good-bye, if I'm vehement here's why 

Come from hearin it seein ve-nom-ous lies (oh!) 

So the beast in me cries, cause when it's all you hear 

Shit can overbear, just when the obey near 

And so I try to think straight cause when you stare in the rear 

Rest in peace Stewart Shakir, nigga yeah! 

I'm on another label, not that other label 

That mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirs 

Some say it's a conspirac' 

I say if e'rybody's on the throne, that's just more motive to kill the heir 

Ask me 'bout "Pump it Up" and I'ma think you SHEEP 

Or you must not know I'm DEEP! 

I'm so off of music so y'all could SoundScan every week 

Me? I just got my lil' man every week 

Jersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs (why?) 

Cause they was baby steppin, I showed 'em how to leap (ohh!) 

Ask me about swag - I'ma change the topic to lyrics 

and then brag, plus look at you like a fag 

I love e'rybody, don't ask 'bout who I beefed with 

They burned the bridge but they was standin underneath it 

I'm on my grind, Benjamin huntin 

Was old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button 

And stop usin slang just for you to be cool 

Cause I go BACK to when it was cool to be you 

I'm a hero (nah) 

No I mean I'm Hiro from "Heroes," y'all chase zeroes 

Muh'fucker I just got finished hatin ME feelin like a zero 

They played DeNiro, never been there though 

So before your next thought, understand 

Know it's MUCH more to me than the man 

Either that or move on 

[Chorus] 

[Royce Da 5'9"] 

My rhyme's reflection of Scarface and Preme's soul 

Before Jordan was wearin fo'-five, I just look like this, I just seem old 

But I had to bleed the blood of a Dirty motherfucker 

to suffer clean clothes and touch what a king holds 

The real estate market is harsh, everything goes 

from foes to who you was doin everything fo' 

But I cut 'em off and move on to the new checks 

New friends chasin my new ends with new threats 

Watchin my dreams fold, like a stack of bills 

in the pocket of who ain't tryin to push up daffodils 

But we the supergroup 

You couldn't handle this shit if you was standin before us carryin a pooper-scoop 

You dealt with shady shit? I dealt with Shady shit 

But I'm the only one can truly say I dealt with Shady's shit (that's me!) 

I mean that with all respect to Paul and Sheck 

But Ryan and Marshall is all you get (that's it) 

My flow's superb, I love Paulie Rosenberg 

What I say in a track, those just words (woo!) 

Baby boy forgive me, I'm just street 

Cause I can change into anything niggaz want me to be like Mystique 

I don't gotta dig deep 

To realize Slim bought Big Proof a big jeep 

Because he deserved it; how can I mourn 

the same way Shady did over him when he knew him when he attended Osbourne? (yes!) 

Marshall I'm sorry (sorry) I knew it went left (left) 

I ain't into fuckin my family like incest 

If you remember Ice used to be my life's interest 

Tell Hailie my wife just had a princess 

Since I made up with Em it's nothin else 

that I can move on from, so who wants some? 

Like a jar of Grey Poupon 

You gotta ask anybody in any car, one of them move on 

[Chorus] 

[Crooked I] 

When fans picture my interviews 

They think I'm in a swimmin pool with women who been abused 

So they turn into strippers makin they livin in the nude 

One in the middle blowin my inner tube, while the interviewer's gettin ridiculed 

Is this your vision? Cool; let me give you a little jewel 

Any dude who wanna sit in my tennis shoes is missin SCREWS 

Don't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit confused 

I'm two seconds from prison food, I'm a different dude! 

Pistol in my reach man, still in Long Beach man 

Hopin if my grind don't help me get out, my speech can 

I been in the streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspan 

You can be MTV, I'll be C-SPAN 

I deal with politics, bandannas and hollow tips 

Half you rappers follow this, role models can swallow DICK! 

Was stressed out over cash flow 

Hip-Hop used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholes 

Rap about a dance while I'm targetin cops 

Spit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots 

Make him a (Ghost) like he part of The Lox 

I won't stop recordin, 'til I'm makin songs harder than 'Pac's 

If it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there (I'm right there!) 

Every memory under my Dodger hat's a nightmare! 

As a kid I had to steal breakfast 

And now the best question you have to ask me, "Is this a real necklace? 

Where's your beat from Dre? Your feature from Cube?" 

These things leave people confused 

Cause they know I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQs 

I eat through the beat, what's the secret? I think it's the SHOES! 

Back in Cali niggaz blaze and stress 

Waitin on "Detox" to save the West, ha ha 

Even if the shit is dope it ain't givin you niggaz hope 

unless your signature's wrote on a check from Interscope 

NOPE! Move on 

[Chorus] 

[Crooked I - over Chorus] 

Move on West, Coast, knahmean? 

West Coast move on 

And all that shit in the past about me bein on Death Row? 

Move on 

SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!