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letra de r.n.s. - slaughterhouse

[verse 1: joell ortiz]
once upon a time in the projects, yo
i’m at a cee lo game and my dice hit 4
that n-gga rolled a 3 but 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 n-gga”
lil’ b-tch actin’ like she ain’t know
i put in that work, my name rings those bells
n-ggas know not to play with joell
n-ggas know not to play with my money
cause n-ggas know i’m not taking that l
i’ve been in these streets all of my life
had n-ggas’ t–th all in my nikes
had white sheets all in my heat
had white meat all in my knife
my n-gga it’s real n-gga sh-t
big pound on my chest
big pound on my waist, n-gga hit pound r n s

[hook: joell ortiz]
i ain’t ever ran on my n-ggas, never took a stand on my n-ggas
i will never jam up my n-ggas, real n-gga sh-t, r.n.s
i ain’t ever ran on my n-ggas, never took a stand on my n-ggas
i will never jam up my n-ggas, real n-gga sh-t, r.n.s
r.n.s
r.n.s
r.n.s
r.n.s

[verse 2: joe budden]
once upon a time on the jersey city dock
had my truck parked in that corner, had them 18s on yappa
when a n-gga 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 k!lled 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 n-ggas gon’ tell on you
we’ll turn anything ‘fore we turn state
just real sh-t, o’s around
no sausage party, keep hoes around
my dame come and 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 n-gga they know i’m in town

[verse 3: kxng crooked]
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 n-ggas 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 n-gga, that’s r.n.s
now i circle the block before i pull in the house
i guess a couple k!llers 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 k!llers and that’s r.n.s

- slaughterhouse

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