Slaughterhouse - Offshore lyrics

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] They say the tongue is the perfect weapon All I hang around nowadays is verse perfection I knew these three n***as for years but when they each get in that booth they make a first impression Time and time again I just want them to thyme again on some fan sh** I used to rock boom in the hoopty on the van whip with my man Zick, rest his soul Before I had a clue what Joe was like I used to cop clues just to hear what Joe would write Mowi? Used to tell me, me and Crooked sounded so alike An 07 XXL shoot, he came over like I'm Crook, I'm like oh hi Pleasure to meet you brother Seven years later I'm like wow I met my brother on the freshmen cover We saw the world together Back of that bus f**ing girls together Got home and broke up with our girls together Homie this is special Y'all rescued me from special forces back home forced to wear a 38 special Cause none of 'em jam ya' Summer jam was cool but we hung in Japan I don't think y'all n***as truly understand I used to think my only way out of the hood was through the number man Get drunk and pop sh** about running the can Damn a whole lot to look forward to Papi I was going through What any other thorough n***a in my hood was going through The G code I know it's true You throw at every one of them n***as before they throw at you Back then I thought that made me real Listening to myself now that sh** just gave me chills man Cause I'd've missed this bus I mean this private jet no middle seat cause it's just us shiit' All of this cause I can spit It's crazy how this get when you can say that sh** For the haters being a b**h like he ain't making no cream I just bought my lady a whip without a radio hit, b**h I'd rather talk to you n***as Cause really it could be on the way I'm off in (offing) you n***as feel me And lets just leave it at that Cause if I decide to crumble paper it ain't to rewrite raps I got shooters on retainers that would bring me your medulla in containers Please be on your cool behavior homey And lets just leave it at that I know I said that sh** before But I'm trying to save yall from a war [Interlude: Crooked I] Yeah you know how you got a Godmother I got a God grandmother Attie May Johnson man I just got the phone call tonight that she- She pa**ed away man know what I'm saying She went to the other side Attie May I still got that brute cologne you bought for me for my birthday I love you let me holler [Verse 2: Crooked I] I was opening up a can of spam putting ketchup on fake meat Still thankful though cause so many hungry nights I ate sleep Talking to my cousin before I dropped him off in grape street He said crook who we gotta k** to get you a Dre beat Cause I don't wanna' see you on this ratchet sh** these n***as is on And how come n***as don't pick up the phone for you to get on a song I said probably cause ima' pick 'em apart as soon as I get in the zone And I definitely didn't condone dick riding so I did it alone Industry don't want a real n***a to creep in f** it ima' sneak in And f** going back to that book store I used to sleep in My homie let me stay on Saturday and Sunday I used to be homeless like the weekend Same three outfits switching them sh**s till the week ends Drowning in my sorrows drinking till I'm sinking in the deep end Made myself a promise ima' be the one in the end With these rehabilitation bars ima' clean 'em up with the pen Then my problems gonna be over and solved They finally let me in the damn door now I hope it revolves Let me out of this mother f**er too many corny a** b**h a** Kiss a** punk a** buster a** f** a** n***as f*ggots playing hide the salami This is a snake business my n***a and I ain't the swami n'aw This is crooked remember I rap circles around your favourite MC While calling George Zimmerman a b**h on cable tv In racially profile hoodie using BETs cypher just to push my agenda I'm Dominick Wickliffe, I'm James' son Even though he wore a condom I busted through it I can't forget where I came from I keep hearing that there's real n***as in the game alright name some All I know is raps a circus Your reaching again y'all bleaching your skin y'all ba*tards searching For plastic surgeons to make sure that all of your facial features are thin You're turning Hip-hop to pop you maggots singing again Just snap your finger and spin What the f** you rapping for And mother f** a grammy just hand them b**hes to Macklemore I don't need you to tell me that I'm more gifted then a Capricorn Born before Christmas get it y'all on some nonsense And I'm the type to laugh soon as I hear about Donald Sterling's b**h choking on Magic's Johnson [Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"] (Let me get 'em Crook) I'm cool calm collective smooth I'm from using coupons with a true mom with infectious views Number one with you honour and respect the rules I'm five feet nine inches tall but boy when I'm standing next to dudes It's like I'm standing on a stepping stool 'cept when I'm standing with the wrecking crew We can turn the tables if we could just make these records move I know I know it's easier said then done but until the day that I'm done and dead I'll be remembered by more sh** being done then said Listening to rap you gon' hear lies told But not from me and not on this this one goes out to every bloggin' columnist around the globe I want my rhyme flow solidified in time so I gotta get on my grind bro I'm thankful for the success that I have with Em' but honestly he could've sold more records than that on his own in a blind fold And all I'm picturing is my daddy with his arms folded And looking at me with that look like that's cool but get your own Confidence breeds success when it's spoke on Then Patron comes into play then it's postponed For whatever reason Shady Records still believes in us And whatever they see in us Interscope don't Comments being made like n***as old and they pathetic Now how many times have we proved n***as wrong And how many n***as you think gon' come out of them offices And try to show up when we blow up some are gon' even try to take the credit While we was doing the album the Justice League manager was like Them n***as album ain't never coming out them n***as don't even like each other Well f** the Justice League manager I would tell you to tell him I said it but talk behind backs is for amateurs b**hes fake n***as and punks I don't know it all I just know how to ball and go out and get eight figures in chunks I'm a f**ing warrior I'm a true survivor of having d**h at your door step, drama in your foyer That's probably why I looked at that bottle like that's euphoria When you an addict nobody gotta ask if you wanna' drink that habit will actually ask you for ya' And that'll destroy ya' Take it from a G they call me a soul survivor Cause my soul done floated on to the crossroads for change more than coal for drivers I made my oldest a promise To keep my balls off the net and stay devoted to his Mama [Verse 4: Joe Budden] (Let me get 'em Nickle) Tell me what if this is big as I'm supposed to be I'd hate for that to get confirmed don't take the hope from me Cause that's a deep threat I mean I'd like to think that I ain't take a peek at my peak yet I got my feet wet In '98 they said I was close to my d**h bed Vom' and fluid on my cig' it was a meth head Was hard back then ain't have a car back then Still in on mase had me wishing I had tvs on the head rest B.I.G.'s Suicidal Thoughts was getting him through Would've took my life had I'd've known who I was giving in to Mama screaming listen to rules if you gon live in this roof In retrospect hidden j**el it helped me get in this booth Now my notoriety trumping how incognito I try to be Even make my b**hes keep it low they on their Nayeli I don't trust none of these hoes Sad part is I'm such a tortured soul I had that thought when I proposed Suited up ring in my hand while in my head I'm saying f** this b**h Makes sense that she was thinking even less of me Got ruined in my youth when the first one got the best of me When she said she'd never leave then she left f** y'all expect of me That resentment only had me f**ing different b**hes different weeks But most of them was bad that made it bitter sweet Those are growing pains call it paying dues She k**ed a n***a then birthed one all with the same move We could hit the hookah spot and do a dinner But thanks to my baby mother I'll bust anywhere but in her Cause a baby for her is just a problem I'll be stuck with Like what gives so n'aw I ain't arrogant but my nut is I'm scarred happened years ago I'm still effected If she s** and a swallow then she'll get high it's pill infested 500 proof laced with addict deficiencies But accent in my son another owed to inconsistency Ugh' looking at all my life's typos Just trying to remove the fat provide the lipo' Two words for my enemies die slow Full time pyros' we do this with our eyes closed [Outro: Joe Budden] Word up man one more time for the half wits and the simpletons It go two words for my enemies die slow Full time f** it word La slaughter, La Familia Ya' know what I mean No matter what we ride, so lets ride