Artist: Slaughterhouse & DJ Drama Album: On the House Song: All on Me Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus: Joe Budden] You have a problem in the hood, you good Don't ask what it's gon' be (what it's gon' be) Cause if I'm by your side, don't ride Now put that all on me (put that all on me) Cause you my brother, you safe when I'm around My bread is yours, hit the safe when I'm around Cause, you can always call on me Your drama shit ever fall on me, just put it all on ME! [Joell Ortiz] Uhh... The only child feelin like a brother these days I used to run my own race, now it's a relay So you can take it to the bank when Ortiz say Homie you can "have it your way" when you're in BK It's really hood where my peeps stay I got LeBrons with the arms, D. Wades that let the heat spray My niggaz, y'all triggers in the heartbeat Blood thicker than water but we thicker than concrete Uhh, so say the word and I'm near If it's somewhere not near, I guess I'll be in the air on the next thing smokin, hopin it was a Lear so I can get there quick enough to get you in the clear I'm just sittin here vibin, sippin on this Clear (Ah, ah) Like damn I love you Grown ass man but I ain't scared to hug you We ride, I'm on your side like that man above you Put it all on me [Chorus] [Joe Budden] Yeah, Joey, l-look, look, look Know that I'ma give you my all, already proved it Any time your back's on the wall I'm down to move it O.G.'s respect me, real niggaz honor me Got my Bachelor's in number scams in a con degree Faggots ain't fond of me, frequent where the monsters be Loyalty comes first, guess I'm still an anomaly Always give you honesty, you gained that power Cause you down to stash the burner when you know it ain't showered And we ain't share a moms my nigga, we shared songs They tried to raise the bail, I was there like the bonds When your clientele got low, that was damn fine Without a speech I was the beach, brought you the tanline This is a warning, they cramp yours, they cramp mine We should've known if we both stars, who says we can't align? And even if we see a day we come apart The rules is still John Q, son can have my heart (heart) [Chorus] [Crooked I] My nigga now, you're in the L dot B dot The home of the sticky jars, we own it, the city's ours We rollin in 50 cars patrollin them titty bars Spend 20 large in the semis, ready for any charge We on some mobster shit No "you and me," it's "I and I," we on some Rasta shit My A-alike, I say it like we on some conscious shit Rock your watches, I dare niggaz to rob your shit Cause it's death before dishonor Our enemies best wear a vest when they step before piranhas, catch a Heckler or a llama Nothin protect you from the drama Cause I'ma be on point just like the edge of a katana, weapon wet you on my mama Uh, from the Eastside to the city limits - we run it all From the Benji flippin to the pretty women - we've done it all Before niggaz was big as Diggy Simmons And we still do so if you with me then my nigga listen to this intermission [Chorus]