Correction Lyrics Want It All (GAWNE Version) by GAWNE

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(*phone dialing*)
Slaughterhouse!
911, what's your emergency?

There's been a homicide
Like Ferguson, a mic's been murdered (*dial tone*)
Oh, f**k- they cut the line
Cops arrive to the scene of the crime, and I'm stuck without an alibi
Shout out Allen Iverson, 'cause I never practiced mine, too lapsed minded
I'm like the back nine of the Masters, tiger scrapping with a pack of lions, asinine?
LG's in the Slaughterhouse!
Enemies, we end our beef like cattle dying
Eggs and cheese, bacon grease- the butcher's back to bag the swine up
And I'm jamming with four out of the five top rappers alive!
Put me in your starting lineup, and I'll bat .500 without batting an eye
Who the f**k is savage as I am with rhymes?
When I battle, I am a gladiator from the medieval times
'Cause me and Royce are both 5'9"
Throw in the Crooked I and Ortiz, and I might just b*** in to the front end of the rap scene
And I'm coming for half of these mumble rap MC's- Kodak, 21, Uzi, Yachty!
And the fake hoes, like Manti Te'o's! (Eh-em)
Nicki, Iggy, you see that I ain't never been made of fluff
Them silicone b***s don't weigh enough to strut with the greatest, sl*t
When I lace 'em up, I'm Jordan
Never gonna let 'em get a play, you suck!
When I aim a MAC-11 at your brain and bust!
Ain't gettin' up- faint, givin' up
Pain in the b*** when you f**k with insaneness, yup
The heinous one's back to go aim them guns at the most brainless young rappers
For their role in making that trash emboldened, so the rap game's taken aback
But I've been taking it back with Slaughterhouse, a Jason mask, and a blade to slash
Anybody who thought they was finna be about it when I just went out of my mind again
Bar fightin' with Heineken bottles, inciting riots and violence
I admit, I'm the sh*t- got bowels of a giant
This iron fist is dying to kill off you dying b*t*hes like the Mayans
You crying? Let me get out the violin
You better bust out the fire extinguisher
I'm hotter than the bottomless pit that Saddam and Osama Bin Laden's in
Lucifer's back, the apocalypse
Mayan calendar couldn't predict it, my sh*t is ominous
Armageddon, the fall of the Ottoman, call your congressman! (I want it all)
The total dominance- my vomitus flow's messy as his soccer kick (I want it all)
I want it all- even if it means that I'm leaven 'em barely breathing
With fevers, seizures, amnesia, HIV, herpes, Ebola, and Zika
Wait, hold up, I'm a genius- was born with a lightning rod!
If Slaughterhouse is the Rap God, then I'm Jesus
Y'all wack jobs have been sleeping
I'm 21 and competing- don't believe it?
I'm 'bout to show you how the f**k I got featured!
I never been a quitter, and my wit is unlimited
Rid of illegitimate, hit or miss, idiots
Literal one a little bit- literate, and finna spit the brunt of the venom up on the Internet
Other than winning, I've been a humble man
But evilness enters my soul
Revving up heaven, I've been defending my throne
People tend to get a little bit offended when I venture into the realm of the ent**y, mentally unknown!
Yeah, I see you- like the lights off
Oh, you like living with that mask on
F**k all the bullsh*t, show me pa**ion (But still, I'm unknown)
Money, power, I want it all
Yeah, I see you- like the lights off
Can't believe it took me this long
Have you forgotten where you come from?
Money, power, I want it all (Joey, check this, look)

I'm the realest motherf**ker that I know
Wasn't always the case, guess a n***a had to grow
I do it all for love- if I pull, it ain't for show
But i know these sucka n***as will, so I gotta keep it close
I'd rather pool parties in a mansion full of hoes
And they love to hit the mirror in the bathroom just to pose
The game is full of f**k n***as, hope they get exposed
If we engage, I let it ring- they get a box with apropos
He keep a long nose, he relentless, rose from the trenches
The big body Benzes, never been an apprentice
Preying on my foes through the scopes and the lenses
Came a long way from selling dope, jumping fences
That's what i'm entrenched with, you'll never see a gimmick
When it's me, its authentic, I don't feel the need to mimic at all
'Cause my character speaks louder than my words will
And gossip moves faster than your hearse will
Countless studio hours, overnight sessions
On the road taking showers next to 7-Elevens
Doing shows at them venues when no one showed up
Performing just for opening acts and all the promoters
Waking up bright and early, making your way to them radio stations
Standing out front with your mixtape, hoping DJs would play 'em
Using all the dough you saved to cop some promo T-shirts
Remixing every hit record with a Joell Ortiz verse
The labels'll take your meetings, and just hurt your feelings
"He's overweight, he's Puerto Rican, don't look so appealing"
They crushed your dreams, got you leaving out Manhattan buildings
Thinking 'bout a Brooklyn way to hustle for you to feed your children (Yo!)
But the pa**ion got you back in the booth
You could've ripped your pad in half when they was pa**ing on you
But n***as rapping whack, and everything you spat is the truth
Blood, sweat, and tears, man- that ain't half of it, dude
I'm past due

Yeah, I see you- like the lights off
Oh, you like living with that mask on
F**k all the bullsh*t, show me pa**ion
Money, power, I want it all
Yeah, I see you- like the lights off
Can't believe it took me this long
Have you forgotten where you come from?
Money, power, I want it all
Lining up the stash spot after rushing with a sea of n***as
Bound up and gagged, shot- that's how they wanna see a n***a
Money make these n***as do some crazy sh*t
I've seen n***as step up, and they sh*t blew like navy kicks
You are who you're involved with, be careful when you date a b*t*h
I done seen whole empires fall from wifing up a lazy b*t*h
Wifing up a shady b*t*h, wifing up a b*t*h who wanna be famous
Nobody wants to see your trash on TV
Must be on your Lemont, Fred, and Brady sh*t
If I'm dead, the navy hit
If I'm lying, i'm flying- swear to God, I've been bred this way since '86
Jumping in and out of different vehicles
We don't get exposed, we expose, I'll send you home to God, via soul
If he a killer, shoot him and he explodes
Bury him with his Macbook, in a deep hole if he a troll
Might as well act dead if you see us, if we foes
It's just like Master P said, "There they go, there they go"

No more dabbling in the dope game, tryna chase major M's
How can I operate in the shadows if I'm on stage with Em
Crime, I used to love the girl
Can't keep one foot in the industry and one in the underworld- that's how fans cage you in
I'm better with them other bars- rapping is my main event
The hustle was the undercard, n***as think they run the yard
Pulling up in them Bentleys, my connects use them as bumper cars
N***a you ain't stunting hard, unless you know where them tunnels are
Slaughter taking the t**le back, white or black
Try to rap around me n***a, my mind'll snap like a psychopath
With an iron bat, and a viking ax that'll find your rat
Lie her back, give her the 12 inches just like a vinyl rack
Her v***** gets spinal tapped
I don't give a f**k, I'm from Long Beach (We raised different)
Better wear a vest on your dome piece (We aim differed)
N***as out here f**king with powder- meanwhile, they main snitching
Think about it- how you gone smell a rat when you cane sniffin'?
What's the purpose?
I got all of my game from the n***as that built the streets
But they wasn't construction workers (Nah!)
And that's why being a crook is natural
Me plus the big, bada** house that equals Crooks and Castles (Uh)

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