[ti:Hammer Dance] [ar:Slaughterhouse] [al:Welcome to Our House] [offset:0] [00:02.15]Slaughterhouse - Hammer Dance [00:21.20]My real name, my rap shit [00:23.63]No made up nigga, I'm straight up, nigga [00:25.63]Still in the projects where I came up, nigga [00:27.58]On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten, getting my weight up, nigga [00:31.40]I'm no shooter, but my shooters'll have your brain exposed [00:33.72]But I'll shoot five in a second, homie, and break your nose [00:36.55]Talking past, I'm dead ass, I was living [00:38.66]Life fast with my pistol in the grass [00:40.74]Digging in my ass tryna finish up the last so I can sit it in a stash [00:44.48]Old E. sweat dripping from the bag [00:46.41]Milk crates sitting on the ave [00:48.11]While I'm looking left and right for them niggas with the badge [00:50.83]My mom's dishes really had crack on 'em [00:53.10]12 12s and I kept that shit packed for 'em, yeah they came back for 'em [00:56.99]I can paint it so vivid cause I really lived it [00:59.18]If rap fail, I stack bail, and show you how to get it! [01:01.55]I'm in the club, bottle in my hand doing my two step [01:04.25]While I got my gun in my pants, call it the hammer dance [01:07.12]Bitches dancing on a nigga when they feel the gun [01:10.12]I tell 'em we're doing the hammer dance [01:12.26]Two steppin' with my weapon on me [01:15.57]You good? I'm just checking, homie [01:17.38]Fam-a-lam, you don't stand a chance [01:19.88]While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance [01:22.43]In these LA times, I wake up on one [01:24.31]House slippers and coffee, I know the paper gon' come [01:27.36]I drop shit that make the gangstas go dumb [01:29.55]Keep a bad bitch naked like my waist with no gun [01:32.79]I'm for real, how are you? [01:34.67]Got street power, from the Watts Towers to Howard U [01:37.24]How would you become me? I don't do what you cowards do [01:39.98]Flip a thousand pounds of that sour dies' in a hour, dude [01:43.51]I'm out my muh'fuckin' mind [01:44.82]Fuck a punchline, salute my muh'fuckin' grind [01:46.83]Ditching feds on the regular, they're trying to catch a predator [01:50.09]Not the Chris Hansen type, but the Danny Glover kind [01:52.71]I'm a killer, everybody know I body your audio [01:55.02]When a shotty blow, say goodbye to your barrio, you maricon [01:58.39] [01:59.02]You don't think that I'm about this [02:00.51]Ice grill, nigga, put your money where your mouth is [02:02.95]I'm in the club, bottle in my hand doing my two step [02:05.63]While I got my gun in my pants, call it the hammer dance [02:08.56]Bitches dancing on a nigga when they feel the gun [02:11.63]I tell 'em we're doing the hammer dance [02:14.24]Two steppin' with my weapon on me [02:16.81]You good? I'm just checking, homie [02:19.39]Fam-a-lam, you don't stand a chance [02:21.27]While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance [02:23.96]My real name, my rap shit [02:26.39]Fuck with Chase, but the real bank is the mattress [02:28.83]Money ain't new to me, been getting G-stacks [02:31.38]Since Smoove B took his shawty back from rehab [02:33.88]Knife work with me, but the chrome is extra [02:36.25]Case I'm in the same taxi as the bone collector [02:38.62] [02:39.36]Y'all rappin' 'bout models, I get hounded by 'em [02:41.79]Not a killer at all, I'm just surrounded by 'em [02:44.42]Just a real nigga, straight from my mother's stomach [02:46.55]Ain't enough cloth for all of us to be cut from it [02:49.19]Not decided by who toast led [02:51.44]Cause all of us would be angels for Pujols' bread [02:53.88]Lot of hostility, hollering is killing me [02:56.13]Screaming "Over my dead body," like it's not a possibility [02:59.69]On my Jers' bullshit, never mind me [03:01.87]But if it's ever problems, niggas know where to find me [03:04.37]I'm in the club, bottle in my hand doing my two step [03:06.99]While I got my gun in my pants, call it the hammer dance [03:09.98]Bitches dancing on a nigga when they feel the gun [03:12.92]I tell 'em we're doing the hammer dance [03:15.10]Two steppin' with my weapon on me [03:18.10]You good? I'm just checking, homie [03:20.90]Fam-a-lam, you don't stand a chance [03:22.45]While I got this gun in my pants doing my hammer dance