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want it all (slaughterhouse version) - 1down lyrics

[intro: joe budden]
joey, check this, look

[verse 1: joe budden]
i’m the realest motherf*cker that i know
wasn’t always the case, guess a n*gga had to grow
i do it all for love* if i pull, it ain’t for show
but i know these sucka n*ggas will, so i gotta keep it close
i’d rather pool parties in a mansion full of hoes
and they love to hit the mirror in the bathroom just to pose
the game is full of f*ck n*ggas, hope they get exposed
if we engage, i let it ring* they get a box with apropos
he keep a long nose, he relentless, rose from the trenches
the big body benzes, never been an apprentice
preying on my foes through the scopes and the lenses
came a long way from selling dope, jumping fences
that’s what i’m entrenched with, you’ll never see a gimmick
when it’s me, its authentic, i don’t feel the need to mimic at all
’cause my character speaks louder than my words will
and gossip moves faster than your he*rs* will

[chorus: badxchannels]
yeah, i see you* like the lights off
oh, you like living with that mask on
f*ck all the bullsh*t, show me passion
money, power, i want it all
yeah, i see you* like the lights off
can’t believe it took me this long
have you forgotten where you come from?
money, power, i want it all

[verse 2: joell ortiz]
countless studio hours, overnight sessions
on the road taking showers next to 7*elevens
doing shows at them venues when no one showed up
performing just for opening acts and all the promoters
waking up bright and early, making your way to them radio stations
standing out front with your mixtape, hoping djs would play ’em
using all the dough you saved to cop some promo t*shirts
remixing every hit record with a joell ortiz verse
the labels’ll take your meetings, and just hurt your feelings
“he’s overweight, he’s puerto rican, don’t look so appealing”
they crushed your dreams, got you leaving out manhattan buildings
thinking ’bout a brooklyn way to hustle for you to feed your children (yo!)
but the passion got you back in the booth
you could’ve ripped your pad in half when they was passing on you
but n*ggas rapping whack, and everything you spat is the truth
blood, sweat, and tears, man* that ain’t half of it, dude
i’m past due

[verse 3: royce da 5’9″]
lining up the stash spot after rushing with a sea of n*ggas
bound up and gagged, shot* that’s how they wanna see a n*gga
money make these n*ggas do some crazy sh*t
i’ve seen n*ggas step up, and they sh*t blew like navy kicks
you are who you’re involved with, be careful when you date a b*tch
i done seen whole empires fall from wifing up a lazy b*tch
wifing up a shady b*tch, wifing up a b*tch who wanna be famous
n0body wants to see your trash on tv
must be on your lemont, fred, and brady sh*t
if i’m dead, the navy hit
if i’m lying, i’m flying* swear to god, i’ve been bred this way since ’86
jumping in and out of different vehicles
we don’t get exposed, we expose, i’ll send you home to god, via soul
if he a k!ller, shoot him and he explodes
bury him with his macbook, in a deep hole if he a troll
might as well act dead if you see us, if we foes
it’s just like master p said, “there they go, there they go”

[verse 4: kxng crooked]
no more dabbling in the dope game, tryna chase major m’s
how can i operate in the shadows if i’m on stage with em
crime, i used to love the girl
can’t keep one foot in the industry and one in the underworld* that’s how fans cage you in
i’m better with them other bars* rapping is my main event
the hustle was the undercard, n*ggas think they run the yard
pulling up in them bentleys, my connects use them as bumper cars
n*gga you ain’t stunting hard, unless you know where them tunnels are
slaughter taking the title back, white or black
try to rap around me n*gga, my mind’ll snap like a psychopath
with an iron bat, and a viking ax that’ll find your rat
lie her back, give her the 12 inches just like a vinyl rack
her v*g*n* gets spinal tapped
i don’t give a f*ck, i’m from long beach (we raised different)
better wear a vest on your dome piece (we aim differed)
n*ggas out here f*cking with powder* meanwhile, they main snitching
think about it* how you gone smell a rat when you cane sniffin’?
what’s the purpose?
i got all of my game from the n*ggas that built the streets
but they wasn’t construction workers (nah!)
and that’s why being a crook is natural
me plus the big, badass house that equals crooks and castles (uh)

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