Yeah, I said, 'Once upon a time in a city that's mine'
There was a ***** 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 *****z is dimes, my *****es is dimes

I came up behind Eminem in '99 and I took the baton
I been runnin' **** 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

*****z 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 *****z asked for direction to go on this track
I said, '***k 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 ***kin' up hip-hop
You owe so you paid, the fo'-fo' close to your brain
Closer than the close shave of a low ***kin' fade
Don't ***k with me, don't ***k 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 ****, 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 ***** 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 ***** need a infinite instrumental just to be pleased
Used to dream about livin' now I'm livin' my dreams

The *****es fiend, made my **** a machine
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I am just as ***kin' 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 ***** I am
*****z hate, *****es 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 ****ty with the verb
When I reach heaven I want the ***** 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 ***le, 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 **** he believe, gon' get his son killed
Play with a match, ***k what you take it as
No good straight jacket, all I did break the match

They say he talk tough with his fake ***
Four pounds put me in another weight cl***
Great Escape the pad
Took the jumpsuit off my naked *** 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 **** 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