Artist: Slaughterhouse Album: Welcome To: Our House Song: Our Way (Outro) Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Royce Da 5'9"] We them backpack niggaz Rap rap niggaz y'all be talkin shit about all day Internet, underground niggaz Our intellect just won't allow us to make records y'all way [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] Get over yourselves, fucker Get over yourselves, sucker I guess that we them backpack niggaz Rap rap niggaz who will never sell a record no way (guess what sucker) We made it, we made it, we made it But we did it our way, our way, our way Though it took some time but we finally made it Now can you truly say that you made it, your way? [Royce Da 5'9"] Dear Mr. End All Be All of an Opinion Fuck what you sayin, you've got fans but we've got minions Plus Eminem got Stans, like an arena, I went and seen it From abroad to back home, y'all ain't got to clap, we gon' make this track Clap, clap, clap for him, let me take y'all back We turned one song to a group, to a concert, to a record deal And yes it feels - more like carpentry than artistry God's work, uh, let's get real All you hear is them niggaz like 50 too, while we in the '62 But it ain't no industry business I ain't privy to Yeah, and for y'all niggaz that's tired of it Just lay down, and picture your soul over your body [Chorus] [Joell Ortiz] Check my rhyme timeline I took, time with every line Now I don't rhyme unless a, check gets signed My bank account, it don't look bad, I got House Gang hood swag I'm a +Crook+ that'll +Jump Off+ with +5 9's+ or a good jab Hell yeah I could brag, dude ain't never switch Whether the booth or on the strip I kept a Mac, in my bookbag You mad lil' nigga, cause I'm holdin the belt? Do some ad-libs nigga, get over yourself! I'm here for the duration, you here to reputation Slide them Dre's over your shit, prepare your ears for devastation Cause if, Yaowa on that muh'fucker, Yaowa goin in Y'all wan' be mad, go right ahead but once again [Chorus] [Joe Budden] As a posterchild for Photoshop my whole image was wrong Straight out a movie, took a pill and all my +Limits+ were gone Now you mention the best and you gotta argue son, clothes I used to borrow some Now it's name-brand drawers just so my dick could see how far I've come Changin the topic to women they know me to keep mine in labels That's how they drape, but judgin on shapes I should keep 'em in stables They left him for dead, took 'em to watch me resurrect, the shit's pathetic Shouldered the blame, it's a shame it took hindsight to give me credit I got kitchens in the masters, that fish tank is a wall I got couches in the closets, my estate is confused When you say that blatantly for the fools that missed with a blessing that steal There's no other outcome when you question my will [Chorus] [Crooked I] They said I'd never make it, huh (never make it) My rhyme scheme is a crime scene, dawg I yellow tape it for lyrical murder, I'm on the verge of my next merger Had to crawl before I walk, so after I ex-Gerber I took it a step further, I took over the web servers I took over the West, word to these fresh words and rode the wave of web surfers A circus, that's what this industry makes me think about Cause sellin out's a shortcut, integrity's the scenic route But you have never seen a crew or better team While you forever sleep we doin everything you fuckers dream about Sucker, "Slaughterhouse" is what they scream and shout Not the crowd, I mean your bitch now [Chorus]