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who the fuck are you? - slaughterhouse lyrics

who the f*ck are you? lyrics
[chorus: royce da 5’9″]
i said who the f*ck are you?
who the f*ck are you?
and what have you done with my n*gga?
yeah
i said something is wrong
the money done came, i noticed the change, my n*gga
something is wrong

[verse 1: royce da 5’9″]
yeah, let’s kick it
diary of a loyal n*gga
when i vow i’m down until it dies
it’s in my heart, it’s something no tattoo could solidify
it’s like god lit a fire and made destiny’s child
if you question my loyalty that’s just like questioning god
remind yourself, that when you say you looking for me
you lying to yourself, n*gga i’m famous, f*ck am i going to hide at?
you looking for you, and i hope you find yourself
n*ggas thinking that blowing bud together, drinking and calling each other “bro” and “‘cuz” the definition of showing love
talking about salute and respect
man that sh*t don’t mean a godd*mn thing to me
especially if you a f*ck n*gga
and to all my so*called friends, calling yourselves neutral saying you staying out of it
you need to quit fronting, you either with me or against me
you gon’ realize that next time you need me for something
i said
[chorus]
who the f*ck are you?
who the f*ck are you?
and what have you done with my n*gga?
yeah
yeah
i said something is wrong
the money done came, i noticed the change, my n*gga
something is wrong

[verse 2: joe budden]
kept my end of the bargain, was always joe to you
which made you feel entitled like sh*t was owed to you
it’s mandated, some things you just supposed to do
you f*cked me so hard it was easy to see the hoe in you
on the record, certain sh*t is expected
like die for it if you rep it, if you don’t then we won’t respect it
i’m talking real n*gga ethics
if i’m down pick me up
not step on me to get a pick me up, where did you pick this up?
cause the money change everything around you
and if it don’t happen now then it’s bound to
i don’t need a jury to decide
you kick dirt on my name, i’ll just assume you trying to bury it alive
stand by your word, because retracting is weak
don’t sell your soul to the devil, then come back with receipts
now you broke and left for trail, but we contracted the seed
and no you ain’t leave me a choice, this is how it rather it be
it’s joe
[chorus]
who the f*ck are you?
who the f*ck are you?
and what have you done with my n*gga?
yeah
yeah
i said something is wrong
the money done came, i noticed the change, my n*gga
something is wrong

- slaughterhouse lyrics

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