Move On (Slaughterhouse Remix)

[Joell Ortiz]

No I don't respond with answers that fit a script

So the repetition make a nigga flip

We in the game of smoke and mirrors

Those engineering a bigger spliff

Blowing circles out they mouth gettin praised but the shit is shift

I never lived a myth, if i said it i did it

Never alleged, word to dead i grip the 5th

Made my housing tenant a strip

Moving medicine and nicks

When i seen em comin i jetted from them pricks

And still to this day though she clean i wish my mommy never sniffed

The hurt is making me better with this gift

I'm live with this ink and

You can die in a blink and

Y'all got the nerve to ask me why do i drink em

Mutha fucka sometimes i cry when I'm thinkin

Y'all aint there when them tears bein dried by the sink

It was cold in the winter

My community centers who gave me dinner

I aint mind my table chairs gave me splinters

Set up to be a loser but was made to be a winner

If they paint hip hop I bet my face be in the picture

If they wrote a rap bible bet my name be in the scriptures

If shorty say I'm her idol bet her face be in my zipper

I came a long way from staples in my skrilla

Stains on my pants, hardly had a cut

They ladies aint wanna dance so the house party's would suck

All my friends on the wall I'm in the hall with a cup

Nah i aint complaining just tellin y'all what it is

So if ya goin threw it now just know that another kid

Made something outta nothing, well I'm frontin i was never nothing

Older ladies use to tell my mother "Ain't he something"

I look a lot of you cats and laugh

Cuz im the shit man and yall aint even passin gas

When I spit I'm the definition of mastered craft

And all yall ask about is aftermath

Mutha fucka move on

[Joe Budden]

I gotta give my own interview

Since niggas that do my interviews

Focus on whatever's minuscule

Or paint me as a cynical

But the canvas will limit you

You cant go beyond what there's no limit to

If i think hip hop is dead i think its being revived

And that comes from me being inside

Where the demons get bye, see em goodbye

If I'm vehement, here's why

Come from hearin it, seein venomous lies

So the beast in me cries cuz when its all you hear

Shit could overbear, just when the over in air

So i try to think straight cuz when you stare in the rear

Rest in peace Stewart Shakir, nigga yea

I'm on another label not that other label

That means its no longer my problem its theirs

Some say its a conspirac' (conspiracy)

I say if everybody on the thrown thats just more motive to kill the heir

Ask me bout pump it up and I'mma think you sheep

Or you must not know I'm deep

I'm so off of music so y'all get soundscan every week

Me, I just got my lil man every week

Jersey city loves me despite yall beliefs

Cuz they was baby stepping i showed em how to leap

Ask me about swag, imma change the topic

To lyrics and then brag

Plus look at you like a fag

I love everybody dont ask me who i beef with

They burned the bridge but they was standin underneath it

I'm on my grind benjamin huntin

Was old since i was young

Call me Benjamin Button/Budden

Stop using slang just for you to be cool

Cuz i go back to when it was cool to be you

I'm a hero, no I mean im Hiro from Heroes

Y'all chase zeros

Muhfucka I just got finished hatin me feelin like a zero

They play Di Nero never been there though

So before your next thought understand

Theres much more to me than the man?

Either that or move on…

[Royce Da 5′9]

My rhymes reflection the Scarface supreme soul

If Jordan was wearing four-five,

I just look like this, I just seem old

But I had to bleed the blood of a dirty motherfucker

To suffer clean clothes

And touch what the king holds

The real estate market is harsh

Everything goes

From folds to who you were doing everything for

But I cut em off and move on to the new checks

New friends, chasing my new ends with new threats

Watching my dreams fold like a stack of bills

In the pocket of who ain't trying to push up daffodils

But we the super group

You couldn't handle this shit

If you were standing before us

Carrying the pooper scoop

You dealt with Shady's shit?

I dealt with Shady's shit

But I'm the only one who can truly say I dealt with Shady's shit

I mean that with all respect

To Paul and Sheck

But Ryan and Marshall is all you get

My flow's superb, I love Pauly Rosenberg

What I say in a track, those just words

Baby boy, forgive me, I'm just street

Cuz I can change into anything niggas want me to be

Like mystique, I don't got to dig deep

To realize Slim brought Big Proof a big Jeep

Because he deserved it

And I'm on, the same way Shady did

Over here when he knew him

And when he attended Osborne

Marshall, I'm sorry, I knew it went left

I ain't into fucking my family, like incest

If you remember Ice, it used to be my life's interest

Tell Hailie my wife just had a princess

Since I made up with Em, there's nothing else

That I can move on from, so who wants some?

Like a jar of Grey Poupon

You have to ask anybody in any car

Wanted to move on.

NIGGA MOVE ON!…

[Crooked I]

When fans picture my interview

They think I'm in a swimming pool

With woman who've been abused

So they turn into strippers

Make a living in the nude

One in a middle blowing my inner tube

While the interviewer was getting ridiculed

Is this your vision? Coo'

Let me give you a little jewel

Any dude who wanna sit in my tennis shoes

Is just missing screws

Don't get it misconstrued

Don't get this shit confused

I'm two seconds from prison food

I'm a different dude

Pistol in my reach, man

Still in Long Beach man

Hoping if my grind don't help me get out

My speech can

I've been in the streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspan

You can be MTV, I'll be C-SPAN

I deal with politics, bandanas and hollow tips

Half of you rappers follow this

Role models can swallow dick!

We stretched out over cash flow

Hip hop used to console my soul

Now it's a bunch of assholes

Rap about a dance while I'm targeting cops

Spit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots

Make him a ghost like he part of The LOX

I won't stop recording

Till I'm makin songs harder than 'Pac's

If it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there

Every memory under my Dodger hat's a nightmare

As a kid I had to steal breakfast

And now the best question you have to ask me is

"Is this a real necklace?"

Where's your beat from Dre, your feature from Cube?

These things leave people confused

Cuz they know I leave speakers abused

I ether EQ's, I eat through the beepers

The secret, I think it's the shoes

Back in Cali, niggas blazin' stress

Waiting on Detox to save the West

Even if this shit is dope

It ain't giving you niggas hope

Unless your signatures

Wrote on the check from Interscope, NOPE!

MOVE ON! Move on

West…Coast! Nah mean? West Coast move on!

And all that shit about me being on Death Row?

Move on. Or get moved on! Haha!

SLAUGHTERHOUSEEEEEEE! BIOTCH!