ฟังเพลงOnslaught 2 (feat. Fatman Scoop) (Explicit)

Yeah I said Once upon a time in a city that's mine

There was a n***a named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime

He got a 52 box original tick in the mind

Listenin' to 'Pac and them drop with a prestigious design

My niggaz is dimes my B*****s is dimes

I came up behind Eminem in '99 and I took the baton

I been runnin' s**t ever since then slaughtered MC's

Sit and watchin' my green grow like I'm waterin' seeds

The problem with me is I'm the heart of the streets

Niggaz callin' for peace they can't even call the police

If I ain't better than you I'm harder to beat

Probably 'cause I live by the art of for keeps

I get indicted after my product's released

We a different form a different centrifugal force

Every line is like grippin' on a stick shift in a Porsche

My niggaz asked for direction to go on this track

I said ****a direction spaz out get 'em up high

Crooked and for them wack songs that you made

I want you to throw your pin but hold the grenade

Explode to your grave and go straight to hell

When your soul is en-flamed for the road that you paved

The role that played in ****in' up hip-hop

You owe so you paid the fo'-fo' close to your brain

Closer than the close shave of a low ****in' fade

Don't f**k with me don't f**k with J O E

With Nickel we gon' make more cheese

Heavy hitter call me Joell David Ortiz

I point a burner at the plaque on your teeth

On some leftover s**t it's a wrap on the beef

I'm one in a mil' comin' to kill

It's like you wanting a pill my gun put your back on the streets

Spine on the concrete lookin' at the sun

Eyelids heavy Why did Crooked have to come

He was full of 'gnac and rum like a bully actin' dumb

Fully automatic umm that's Crooked havin' fun

Listen don't make a n***a find your dame

And make the dime give me brains 'til my mind is drained

Listen don't make me grab a 9 and aim

And how your dime did me do yo' mind the same

But different the West Coast king Crooked I

I'm a kamikaze pilot I stay fly 'til I die get 'em up high

Joell here we go again you know I'm him Mr Ortiz

Soon as I hold a pen I co-defend the sickest MC's

Pick a disease we got it I vomit sniffle and sneeze

Lyrics squeeze listen please Lord help get rid of this fever

I'm like 150 degrees

16's used to be sweet now they're a bit of a tease

A n***a need a infinite instrumental just to be pleased

Used to dream about livin' now I'm livin' my dreams

The B*****s fiend made my dick a machine

Maybe I'm wrong maybe I am just as ****in' big as I seem

When I'm spittin' this mean me and government intervene

A couple presidents literally live in my jeans

I give 'em residence they just let me pick anything

When I'm in the mall they show me the latest kicks on the scene

And I get 'em all I ball like the n***a I am

Niggaz hate B*****s cheer like Norm Cliff and Diane

I'm in a state of mind that should be the fifty verse

I run radio but I don't use them itty bitty words

I ain't shabby with the nouns I ain't shitty with the verb

When I reach heaven I want the n***a Biggie to be like word

City slicker New York delivery when I swerve

Hold that mic like the Statue of Liberty I deserve

A shot at the title spitter of the year every year let's be clear

Put some fingers in the air and hold 'em up high

Joey work on your half-court shot I'm money from far

Get 'em mad see a ape on your monkey bars

And that's rate gettin' hate from the wannabe stars

And that's great mean he feel it and know he numb

See that bullet comin' from around the corner

Like a shot from Angelina Jolie's gun think Joey the one

I'm a fake ain't your run of the mill

I'm from where they kill you for one of your bills

For me it's fun your man think we evenly skilled

He Mel Gibson all that s**t he believe gon' get his son killed

Play with a match f**k what you take it as

No good straight jacket all I did break the match

They say he talk tough with his fake ass

Four pounds put me in another weight class

Great Escape the pad

Took the jumpsuit off my naked ass and ate the mask

You diss me you wanna be a great that fast

Take a fully automatic and spray at gas

Me Body a whole s**t with a verse probably atrocious

In your whole camp nobody focused

They say you the Ultimate Warrior I agree

You die and come back won't nobody know this

Drive by screamin' it's a new crew reppin'

Hangin' out the window like it's 227 get 'em up high

Get 'em up high get 'em up high

Get 'em up high get 'em up high

Get 'em up high in the sky

Put 'em up high put 'em up high

Put 'em up high fingers in the sky

Put 'em up Slaughterhouse Slaughterhouse

Ohh ohh Fatman Scoop Slaughterhouse

Fatman Scoop Slaughterhouse

Put 'em high woo ohh