歌手:Slaughterhouse
专辑:《R.N.S.》

作词 : O Jackson/J Smith/B. Mabry/A. Wheaton/J. Ortiz/F. MÜHLBÖCK/A. Orellana/J. Budden/D. Wickliffe
作曲 : O Jackson/J Smith/B. Mabry/A. Wheaton/J. Ortiz/F. MÜHLBÖCK/A. Orellana/J. Budden/D. Wickliffe
R.N.S.（）-Slaughterhouse
Once upon a time in the projects yo
I'm at a cee lo game and my dice hit 4
That ni**a rolled a 3but I ain't get my dough
My hammer got a red light on it but I let that go
My whole life hidin'from the 5-0
Sirens loud outside of my door
Shortys screamin'You's a wild ni**a
Lil'b**ch actin'like she ain't know
I put in that work my name rings those bells
Niggas know not to play with Joell
Niggas know not to play with my money
Cause niggas know I'm not taking that L
I've been in these streets all of my life
Had niggas'teeth all in my nikes
Had white sheets all in my heat
Had white meat all in my knife
My ni**a it's real ni**a sh*t
Big pound on my chest
Big pound on my waist ni**a hit pound R N S
I ain't ever ran on my niggas never took a stand on my niggas
I will never jam up my niggas real ni**a sh*t R N S
I ain't ever ran on my niggas never took a stand on my niggas
I will never jam up my niggas real ni**a sh*t R N S
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Once upon a time on the Jersey City dock
Had my truck parked in that corner had them 18s on yappa
When a ni**a ran up on that bicycle with his hand on that Glock
Tryna get his blast on with that mask on
But I thank God it ain't pop
Thank God it jammed on him jammed on him
Pay for havin'that drop
If he was in our shoes he woulda killed us too
So we ran straight to them cops
That was fun homes it's cool
See you when you come home you get a time wait
None of my niggas gon'tell on you
We'll turn anything 'fore we turn snakes
That's real sh*t Os around
No sausage party keep hoes around
Her name come when we treat her like that
She come around she goes around
She gon'call her friend up
Tell her 'bout that money we throw around
And then go blow her jack up
To holla at a ni**a they know I'm in town
I ain't ever ran on my niggas never took a stand on my niggas
I will never jam up my niggas real ni**a sh*t R N S
I ain't ever ran on my niggas never took a stand on my niggas
I will never jam up my niggas real ni**a sh*t R N S
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Once upon a time in North Long Beach yo
Somebody was knockin'at my door
It's my homie and he from Compton
Told me he heard some niggas was plottin'
To come up to my spot and leave me shot
And bleedin'prolly from a problem from the past
Get that Kevlar and guard your chest
Stand your ground but watch your step my ni**a that's R N S
Now I circle the block before I pull in the house
I guess a couple killers like hidin'in my hedges
Word on the street they heard about the Bentley
Park that sh*t ride in my Lexus
With two TEC-9s kind of ironic how I'm ridin'with TECs
Bout to send my rivals a message
Cold as the ice in my necklace
I'm feelin'like I'm in Vietnam with insomnia
Or a kamikaze in Bosnia
Cause it's so hard to rest
When you're at war with killers and that's R N S
I ain't ever ran on my niggas never took a stand on my niggas
I will never jam up my niggas real ni**a sh*t R N S
I ain't ever ran on my niggas never took a stand on my niggas
I will never jam up my niggas real ni**a sh*t R N S
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