Slaughterhouse Lyrics
"Beamer, Benz, or Bentley"

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
New York, Jersey, Philly
New York, Jersey, Philly
New York, Jersey, Philly
You know I keep it filthy (out in)
New York, Jersey, Philly
New York, Jersey, Philly
New York, Jersey, Philly

Rockin spikes and the beater
Beside me a diva
I'm hearing all that talk bout how you ride wit a heater
Make sure I dont survive, or when I see ya
You'll sleep with a broke heart, like you went and took advice from Alicia
Tell me if you really wanna take it there
The best in the world if ya ain't familiar
The wear the latest gear,love nope ain't a year
Your scared style will get aired out
Start, stop, and stare now
Change the truck grill yea the car got Veneers now
Lotta rappers spitting shit, I dont wanna hear now
They talking Gucci but they shoppin at Sears now
If you ain't prepared now
You get the warning yet
I'ma go hard early, call it morning sex
New York, Jersey, Philly
New York, Jersey, Philly
New York, Jersey, Philly
Tinted up, rims steely
If a nigga try to kill me
Chalk it up as that brother wildin
Ya minds playin tricks on you, get off Shutter Island
Show you somethin' you never will see
I'm gettin' checks every week
You tryin' to meet your executive needs
Im in executive suites, consecutively
Somebody had to body it
Guess the job was left to me
So when I kill the track they can't charge me with double jeopardy
They ask if you if Im a boss and you say no sir
How you don't concur, my go-pher got a chauffeur
Standing on the couch, in the club with a nympho
Reppin' Slaughterhouse, you see the blood on the window
Actually I'm tryna get wealthy, being broke isn't healthy
So I ain't trying to buy whatever shit they trying to sell me
Broad up in the 'telly, I can trust her when she tell me
Still bringing lunatics with me yea I learned that trick from Nelly
Cuz I know that it get urgent
When they see you just splurgin
Strip club, in the private room tryna fix the curtain
Wanna cause a big excursion?
Run up on the kid squirting
Make sure the Mac ain't broke and you ain't buy the Knicks version outta
New York, Jersey, Philly
New York, Jersey, Philly

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Nissan, Honda, Chevy
Nissan, Honda, Chevy
Nissan, Honda, Chevy
My stash is never empty baby
Nissan, Honda, Chevy
Nissan, Honda, Chevy
Nissan, Honda, Chevy
The D's will never get me

In my hoopty I be swerving, the public's who I'm serving
Boost phone forever chirping, I be out there putting work in
Know them dirty boys lurking, if they nab me then it's curtains
So when I go see a person, I spin the block so I'm certain
That it's cool, I'm no fool, see Raul is more than reckless
So I meet him when it's busy at that Meeker/Morgan exit
Off that BQE near B-B-B-B-B-B-BQE near Mickey D's
And occasionally treat myself to a nice little fish and cheese
I'm really, really in the street. Being broke's my enemy
Teachers said I'm dumb but I dropped out and I know chemistry
I make that soft get hard and meet my homey Pito
In the parking lot of Home Depot off Northern Boulevard
I got my route down pat, I'm about my stacks
And my mouth don't chat, I let my bout-bout clap
But I ain't with that though -- I'm trying to get that dough
Beamer, Benz or Bentley - oh no - I stay low in that
Nissan, Honda, Chevy
Nissan, Honda, Chevy

[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"]
Pistol clip and pistol
That's all I rap abouts
My dick, my pistol clip and pistol
Pistol clip and pistol
Pistol clip and pistol
Thats all I rap about bitch

My dick is like a missile, my pistols in my pants
But my dick is hanging lower than my pistol clip and pistol bitch
Now we talking bout my dick
You know your shit big
When your bitch give you head and her mouth is only round the top of it
Now lets talk about my pistol clip
If the gun is playing music than the pistol clips an instrument
The soldier holding on to the 4-4's composing
The drum is (drum sound) 762s exploding
Im about to stop talking bout my dick
Pistol and my pistol clip
Dick pistol pistol clip
Bitch, I'm a hypocrite
If I say fuck the world, that mean that I'm literally tryin' to put my big big dick in it
My pistol clip be pistol whistling
(Whistling)
I hope you listening
Pistol clip, pistol, big dick
Now your bitch is interested
Im bout to enter it and injure it
I am not indirect
I am so motherfucking blunt
Pistol clip, pistol dick bitch
Im saying, you like "Oh my god, get that gun out of my face"
Its not in your face its in my hand
Pistol clip and pistol

[Verse 4: Crooked I]
Tequila, vodka, Henny
Tequila, vodka, Henny
That liquor fucking with me
Its Tequila, vodka, Henny
Tequila, vodka, Henny
Tequila, vodka, Henny
That liquor fucking with me

Yea I'm Nickels, dimes, and pennies
I'm dollars, fives, and twenties
Then I'm twenties, fifties, Benjies
Buy Beamers, Benz, or Bentleys
Buy bullets, guns, and semis
Buy Louis, Gucci, Fendi
Fuck Wendy's, Mickey's, Denny's
I'm Martin's, Chow's, and Benhi's
With Keisha, Tosha, Kimmy
Felicia, Shonda, Cindy
Jamika, Dawn, and Ginny
Tamika, Rhonda, Nicki
They from New York, Jersey, Philly
On tequila, vodka, Henny
Patron, Ciroc, and Remy
Some weed, shrooms, and pillies
Now we loco, loony, silly
Fuck their mouth, box, and tities
(She is licking the shaft of the penis)
Thats brain, breast, and kitty
While Im drunk, fried, and tipsy
While Im twisted, high, and dizzy
Pussy juicy, hot, and pretty
Gooshy, gooey, sticky
Gooshy, gooey, sticky
Bitch I'm Eazy, Pac and Biggie
Off tequila, vodka, Henny
Spit like Wayne, Ye and Drizzy
Mixed with Em, Jay and 50
And my nissan, honda, chevy
My pistol clip and pistol grip
Rappers got a bigger buzz, bitch I got a bigger dick
That was my Royce line
I'm on my Cali, Brooklyn, Jersey and Detroit time
(Slaughterhouse) them boys grind
We going past the top, so Mt. Everest won't cut it
You low budget, we bout to go public
Tequila, vodka, Henny
Tequila, vodka, Henny
Tequila, vodka, Henny
That liquor fucking with me
Tequila, vodka, Henny
Tequila, vodka, Henny
Tequila, vodka, Henny
That liquor fuckin with me