Not Tonight

(StreetRunner)
 [Intro: Royce]
 Ladies and gentlemen (HEYYYY! HOOOO!)
 Slaughterhouse (HEYYYY!)
 Woo!
 [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
 Slaughterhouse in the place to be, see
 And we got what it takes to rock the mic
 We gon' take it back to when niggaz was rockin right
 We gon' take it back, fuck with me? Not tonight
 (HEYYYY!) Not tonight
 (HOOOO!) Not tonight
 (HEYYYY!) Not tonight
 We gon' take it back to when niggaz was ah, ah, ah
 [Royce Da 5'9"]
 Nickel, uhh
 Round of applause for the dope boys
 Here's to the phenomenal quote boys
 Y'all don't understand this a phenomenal brand
 The smack goin down like cube diamond on hand
 Haha, if that rapper alive
 He probably happy just to slap me a five
 Homie the game ain't dead, it's just a couple key athletes died
 It's why I'm rappin like I have to revive (Slaughterhouse!)
 The mix of Magic and M.J. passion
 Get in the way it's gon' be tragic as M.J. passin
 With ears like D-R, the CPR
 The game'll never breathe its last breath because we are
 [Crooked I]
 The house gang, rap's holy alliance
 Why you so scurred? I'm only a giant
 I do it late night, call me Conan O'Brien
 And the nose on my gun look like Pinocchio lyin
 Last king to Scotland sippin good liquor
 If you're Meagan Good, I'm Forest Would-Dick-'er
 Oscar winner, Oscar wiener
 If you're flow's Aquafina, I'm Katrina
 Uh, y'all say that your pockets are big
 I'd rather say that I'm 'Pac mixed with Big
 You're lookin at a microphone rocker on vodka
 That's why I be walkin awkward, ya DIG?
 [Chorus]
 [Joe Budden]
 (Joey!) Look, forever had to warm him
 Take him to the cleaners, plastic bag on him
 I ain't like y'all, I don't like y'all
 Put him in lyrical jail with suicide thoughts
 kick the chair hang him from his mic cord
 What's the fight for? Never back down
 I'm on some bullshit, quick sippin Jack now
 Royce on Patrãn, Crook got the chron'
 Guess what I'm tryna say is leave them boys alone
 How you got hope - had nothin to prove
 and had nothin to lose and now we got both
 Celebration bitches, now we got toast
 But with no ratchets, Joell go 'head attack it, uh
 [Joell Ortiz]
 Real nigga, rhyme spitter, hoe bagger
 Boast swagger, flow dagger, hip-hop toe-tagger
 No slacker, I could chill but I'd so rather
 eat a nigga cause he's sweeter than a glass of Goldschl¤ger
 Poor rappers, here on y'all won't matter
 And I'm out braggin every interview so you mo' matter
 I'm the man in the booth
 With (A Few Good Men), and "you can't handle the truth" (no!)
 And y'all could say I'm nice but I'm not
 I'm mean, flow coke with ice in the pot
 The fiends gon' go broke, they dyin to cop
 My team is so dope you like it or not!
 [Chorus]
 [Outro: Royce]
 We out!
 Not tonight (HEYYYY!)
 Not tonight (HOOOO!)
 Not tonight (HEYYYY!)
 Not. [scratch]
 Not tonight (HEYYYY!)
 Not tonight (HOOOO!)
 Not tonight (HEYYYY!)
 Not tonight, ohh!
 Heh heh...