Onslaught 2

Yeah, I said, "Once upon a time in a city that's mine"
 There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime
 He got a 52 box, original tick in the mind
 Listenin' to 'Pac and them drop with a prestigious design
 My niggaz is dimes, my bitches is dimes
 I came up behind Eminem in '99 and I took the baton
 I been runnin' shit ever since then, slaughtered MC's
 Sit and watchin' my green grow like I'm waterin' seeds
 The problem with me is I'm the heart of the streets
 Niggaz callin' for peace, they can't even call the police
 If I ain't better than you I'm harder to beat
 Probably 'cause I live by the art of for keeps
 I get indicted after my product's released
 We a different form, a different centrifugal force
 Every line is like grippin' on a stick shift in a Porsche
 My niggaz asked for direction to go on this track
 I said, "Fuck a direction, spaz out, get 'em up high"
 Crooked and for them wack songs that you made
 I want you to throw your pin, but hold the grenade
 Explode to your grave and go straight to hell
 When your soul is en-flamed for the road that you paved
 The role that played, in fuckin' up hip-hop
 You owe so you paid, the fo'-fo' close to your brain
 Closer than the close shave of a low fuckin' fade
 Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with J O E
 With Nickel we gon' make more cheese
 Heavy hitter, call me Joell David Ortiz
 I point a burner at the plaque on your teeth
 On some leftover shit, it's a wrap on the beef
 I'm one in a mil', comin' to kill
 It's like you wanting a pill, my gun put your back on the streets
 Spine on the concrete lookin' at the sun
 Eyelids heavy, "Why did Crooked have to come?"
 He was full of 'gnac and rum, like a bully actin' dumb
 Fully automatic umm, that's Crooked havin' fun
 Listen, don't make a nigga find your dame
 And make the dime give me brains 'til my mind is drained
 Listen, don't make me grab a 9 and aim
 And how your dime did me, do yo' mind the same
 But different, the West Coast king Crooked I
 I'm a kamikaze pilot, I stay fly 'til I die, get 'em up high
 Joell, here we go again, you know I'm him, Mr. Ortiz
 Soon as I hold a pen I co-defend the sickest MC's
 Pick a disease we got it, I vomit sniffle and sneeze
 Lyrics squeeze, listen please, Lord, help get rid of this fever
 I'm like 150 degrees
 16's used to be sweet, now they're a bit of a tease
 A nigga need a infinite instrumental just to be pleased
 Used to dream about livin' now I'm livin' my dreams
 The bitches fiend, made my dick a machine
 Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I am just as fuckin' big as I seem
 When I'm spittin' this mean, me and government intervene
 A couple presidents, literally live in my jeans
 I give 'em residence, they just let me pick anything
 When I'm in the mall, they show me the latest kicks on the scene
 And I get 'em all, I ball like the nigga I am
 Niggaz hate, bitches cheer like Norm, Cliff and Diane
 I'm in a state, of mind that should be the fifty verse
 I run radio but I don't use them itty bitty words
 I ain't shabby with the nouns, I ain't shitty with the verb
 When I reach heaven I want the nigga Biggie to be like word
 City slicker, New York delivery when I swerve
 Hold that mic like the Statue of Liberty, I deserve
 A shot at the title, spitter of the year, every year, let's be clear
 Put some fingers in the air and hold 'em up high
 Joey, work on your half-court shot, I'm money from far
 Get 'em mad, see a ape on your monkey bars
 And that's rate, gettin' hate from the wannabe stars
 And that's great, mean he feel it and know he numb
 See that bullet comin' from around the corner
 Like a shot from Angelina Jolie's gun, think Joey the one
 I'm a fake, ain't your run of the mill?
 I'm from where they kill you for one of your bills
 For me it's fun, your man think we evenly skilled
 He Mel Gibson, all that shit he believe, gon' get his son killed
 Play with a match, fuck what you take it as
 No good straight jacket, all I did break the match
 They say he talk tough with his fake ass
 Four pounds put me in another weight class
 Great Escape the pad
 Took the jumpsuit off my naked ass and ate the mask
 You diss me, you wanna be a great that fast?
 Take a fully automatic and spray at gas
 Me? Body a whole shit with a verse probably atrocious
 In your whole camp, nobody focused
 They say you the Ultimate Warrior, I agree
 You die and come back, won't nobody know this
 Drive by, screamin' it's a new crew reppin'
 Hangin' out the window, like it's 227, get 'em up high
 Get 'em up high, get 'em up high
 Get 'em up high, get 'em up high
 Get 'em up high in the sky
 Put 'em up high, put 'em up high
 Put 'em up high, fingers in the sky
 Put 'em up, Slaughterhouse, Slaughterhouse
 Ohh, ohh, Fatman Scoop, Slaughterhouse
 Fatman Scoop, Slaughterhouse
 Put 'em high, woo, ohh