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Song of the day. "Everybody Down" is another track by hip hop group consisting of rappers Crooked I, Joe Budden, Joell Ortiz and Royce da 5'9" called themselves, Slaughterhouse. It is off their highly anticipated first EP 'Slaughterhouse EP' scheduled to be released on February 8, 2011. The group is notable for the lyrical abilities of all four members and their large internet following.
Listen below to 'Everybody Down' by Slaughterhouse and sing along with the Slaughterhouse - Everybody Down lyric. Let us know what you think!
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[Intro]
As we proceed
to give you what you need
As we proceed
to give you what you need
Slaughterhouse up in this b-tch
Get your b-tch, make it quick
Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down
b-tch this ain't no club hit
This is a motherf-cking stick-up
Quick, everybody down
[Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm about to rob the hardest n-gga out here
Yes I'm on my joker sh-t
I keep a Heath Ledger for the joke of it
I don't plan ahead of them, I don't gamble
I just keep a four four clip
Full of bullets than resemble poker chips
I'm so the sh-t, b-tches jumping at my poker stick
Slaughterhouse you know we sick, everybody down
Take your b-tch, same b-tch you wake up with
Make her trick till her f-cking thighs hurt
Momma if your p-ssy wet, you shouldn't have a dry purse
Call me Ryan Rhinoplasty
I will augment your ass if you mess with God's work
When it comes to Drama, fighting second, homicides first
I don't look for Drama, Drama follows me so why search
Everybody, Everybody we gon need you quiet, shhh
Slaughter got a message, Everybody down
I'm a cheddar getter, you a teller
I don't care, whatever, I'll just scare the witnesses
I'm the illest in here, bring a pen and pad
And don't compare the sicknesses
Where the f-ck the ruler at, so we can measure sentences
I am better than I've ever been, never been better
I don't follow trends, I set trends for the trendsetters, n-gguh
[Chorus]
Slaughterhouse up in this b-tch
Get your b-tch, make it quick
Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down
b-tch this ain't no club hit
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This is a motherf-cking stick-up
Quick, everybody down
As we proceed
to give you what you need
As we proceed
And now the drive by
[Crooked I]
First I pull up on your block, let my entire torch
Spit fire, burn down your empire's boardwalk
b-tch I am melting my rims, tires, draw off
Porsche hit the wall, then my pills high as war-off
Crawled out, grabbed the new banana clip
Lascerations on my face
Travel agents sh-t I still plan trip
Ran up on the first n-gga who had a whip
Eat to die a hero, or abandon ship
(Get out your car n-gga!)
I could kill you now f-ck a witness
I'm all about my business, you all about your b-tchness
And I ain't bout to slow down
You oughta ask you daughter
about f-cking around with Slaughter, You bound to go down
Ima disappear when you meet the Lord,
Ima be a border G for the single pro in me and more
Or bring a hoard or be a slur
Either or we ignore casualties of war you can meet the floor now
[Chorus]
Slaughterhouse up in this b-tch
Get your b-tch, make it quick
Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down
b-tch this ain't no club hit
This is a motherf-cking stick-up
Quick, everybody down
As we proceed
To give you what you need
As we proceed
To give you what you need
[Joe Budden]
I get on my 'I don't give a f-ck' kit
f-ck the money, f-ck the wealth,
f-ck your label, f-ck your lyrics,
You sit on a f-cking shelve,
Lava so if ain't in the topic of the constant, the discussion fell
Tell the b-tch that this dick game ain't no suck-itself
n-gga, I ain't no rapper I'm a mercenary
Every verse I bury, some will blame it on the perks I carry
Been in disguise when I failed or I lost
But they won't know I'm a god until I'm nailed on the cross
And these rappers is a mess, sad is if they best
Magnum to their chest, they could piss me
It won't matter what they said
They just rhyme, I just climb on the ladder to success
And maybe bring me some n-ggas that would rather me with less
My advice for the f-ck boys: make some hard improvements
Career at a standstill how you gonna start a movement
Slaughterhouse the gang take part in what we doing
Or get steamed rolled over n-gga pardon the intrusion
[Chorus]
Slaughterhouse up in this b-tch
Get your b-tch, make it quick
Joey, Crook, you know we shut everybody down
b-tch this ain't no club hit
This is a motherf-cking stick-up
Quick, everybody down
As we proceed
To give you what you need
As we proceed
To give you what you need
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