| Song | Our Way |
| Artist | Slaughterhouse |
| Album | Welcome to Our House |
| We them back pack niggas | |
| Rap rap niggas | |
| You’ll be talking shit about all day | |
| Internet underground, niggas | |
| Our intellect just won't allow use to make records y'all way | |
| Get over yourselves, fucker | |
| Get over yourselves, sucker | |
| Guess that we them back pack niggas | |
| Rap rap niggas | |
| Who will never sell a record, no way | |
| Guess what sucker | |
| We made it, we made it, we made it | |
| But we did it our way, our way, our way | |
| Though it took some time but we finally made it | |
| Now can you truly say that you made it? | |
| Your WayDear mister end all be all of an opinion | |
| Fuck what you’re saying, you’ve got fans but we’ve got minions | |
| Plus Eminem got | |
| Stan's like an arena, | |
| I went and seen it | |
| From abroad to back home, y'all ain't got to clap | |
| We’re gonna make this track clap, clap, clap for him | |
| Let me take your back, we turn one song to a group, to a concert, to a record deal | |
| And yes it feels more like carpentry than artistry | |
| God's work let’s get real | |
| All you hear is them niggas like 50 too while we in the 62 | |
| But it ain’t no industry business | |
| I ain’t privy to | |
| Yeah and for y'all niggas that tired of it | |
| Just lay down and picture your soul over your body | |
| Get over yourselves, fucker | |
| Get over yourselves, sucker | |
| Guess that we them back pack niggas | |
| Rap rap niggas | |
| Who will never sell a record, no way | |
| Guess what sucker | |
| We made it, we made it, we made it | |
| But we did it our way, our way, our way | |
| Though it took some time but we finally made it | |
| Now can you truly say that you made it? | |
| Your WayCheck my rhyme, timeline, | |
| I took time with every line | |
| Now I don't rhyme unless a check gets signed | |
| My bank account, it don’t look bad | |
| I got house gang, hood swag | |
| I'm a Crook that'll | |
| Jump Off with 5 9's or a good jab | |
| Hell yeah, | |
| I could brag, dude ain't never switch | |
| Whether the booth or on the strip | |
| I kept a Mac in my book bag | |
| You mad little nigga cause | |
| I'm holding the belt | |
| Do some ad-libs nigga, get over yourself | |
| I’m here for the duration, you’re here to reputation | |
| Slide them | |
| Dre's over your shit, prepare your ears for devastation‘ | |
| Cause if Y | |
| AOWA on that motherfucker | |
| Yaowa going in | |
| Y'all wan' be mad go right ahead but once again | |
| Get over yourselves, fucker | |
| Get over yourselves, sucker | |
| Guess that we them back pack niggas | |
| Rap rap niggas | |
| Who will never sell a record, no way | |
| Guess what sucker | |
| We made it, we made it, we made it | |
| But we did it our way, our way, our way | |
| Though it took some time but we finally made it | |
| Now can you truly say that you made it? | |
| Your WayAs a poster child for | |
| Photoshop my whole image was wrong | |
| Straight out a movie, took a pill and all my limits were gone | |
| Now you mention the best and you gotta argue, son | |
| Clothes I used to borrow some now it's name brand drawls | |
| Just so my dick can see how far | |
| I've comeChanging the topic to women they know me to keep mine in labels | |
| That's how they drape judging of shapes | |
| I should keep mine in stables | |
| They left him for dead, took him to watch me resurrect, that shit's pathetic | |
| Shouldered the blame it's a shame it took hindsight to give me credit | |
| I got kitchens in the masters, the fish tank is a wall | |
| I got couches in the closets, my estate is confused | |
| We say that blatantly for the fools that missed with a blessing that steal | |
| There’s no other outcome when you question my will | |
| Get over yourselves, fucker | |
| Get over yourselves, sucker | |
| Guess that we them back pack niggas | |
| Rap rap niggas | |
| Who will never sell a record, no way | |
| Guess what sucker | |
| We made it, we made it, we made it | |
| But we did it our way, our way, our way | |
| Though it took some time but we finally made it | |
| Now can you truly say that you made it? | |
| Your WayThey say | |
| I’d never make it, never make it | |
| My rhyme scheme is a crime scene, dog | |
| I yellow tape it | |
| For lyrical murder, | |
| I’m on the verge of my next merger | |
| Had to crawl before | |
| I walk so after | |
| I ex Gerber | |
| I took it a step further | |
| I took over the web servers | |
| I took over the west word to these fresh words | |
| And rode the wave of web surfers | |
| A circus- that’s what this industry makes me think about | |
| Cause selling out's a shortcut integrity's the scenic route | |
| But you have never seen a crew or better team | |
| While you forever sleep we’re doing everything you fuckers dream about | |
| Sucker Slaughterhouse is what they scream and shout | |
| Not the crowd, | |
| I mean your bitch now | |
| Get over yourselves, fucker | |
| Get over yourselves, sucker | |
| Guess that we them back pack niggas | |
| Rap rap niggas | |
| Who will never sell a record, no way | |
| Guess what sucker | |
| We made it, we made it, we made it | |
| But we did it our way, our way, our way | |
| Though it took some time but we finally made it | |
| Now can you truly say that you made it? | |
| Your Way |
| We them back pack niggas | |
| Rap rap niggas | |
| You' ll be talking shit about all day | |
| Internet underground, niggas | |
| Our intellect just won' t allow use to make records y' all way | |
| Get over yourselves, fucker | |
| Get over yourselves, sucker | |
| Guess that we them back pack niggas | |
| Rap rap niggas | |
| Who will never sell a record, no way | |
| Guess what sucker | |
| We made it, we made it, we made it | |
| But we did it our way, our way, our way | |
| Though it took some time but we finally made it | |
| Now can you truly say that you made it? | |
| Your WayDear mister end all be all of an opinion | |
| Fuck what you' re saying, you' ve got fans but we' ve got minions | |
| Plus Eminem got | |
| Stan' s like an arena, | |
| I went and seen it | |
| From abroad to back home, y' all ain' t got to clap | |
| We' re gonna make this track clap, clap, clap for him | |
| Let me take your back, we turn one song to a group, to a concert, to a record deal | |
| And yes it feels more like carpentry than artistry | |
| God' s work let' s get real | |
| All you hear is them niggas like 50 too while we in the 62 | |
| But it ain' t no industry business | |
| I ain' t privy to | |
| Yeah and for y' all niggas that tired of it | |
| Just lay down and picture your soul over your body | |
| Get over yourselves, fucker | |
| Get over yourselves, sucker | |
| Guess that we them back pack niggas | |
| Rap rap niggas | |
| Who will never sell a record, no way | |
| Guess what sucker | |
| We made it, we made it, we made it | |
| But we did it our way, our way, our way | |
| Though it took some time but we finally made it | |
| Now can you truly say that you made it? | |
| Your WayCheck my rhyme, timeline, | |
| I took time with every line | |
| Now I don' t rhyme unless a check gets signed | |
| My bank account, it don' t look bad | |
| I got house gang, hood swag | |
| I' m a Crook that' ll | |
| Jump Off with 5 9' s or a good jab | |
| Hell yeah, | |
| I could brag, dude ain' t never switch | |
| Whether the booth or on the strip | |
| I kept a Mac in my book bag | |
| You mad little nigga cause | |
| I' m holding the belt | |
| Do some adlibs nigga, get over yourself | |
| I' m here for the duration, you' re here to reputation | |
| Slide them | |
| Dre' s over your shit, prepare your ears for devastation' | |
| Cause if Y | |
| AOWA on that motherfucker | |
| Yaowa going in | |
| Y' all wan' be mad go right ahead but once again | |
| Get over yourselves, fucker | |
| Get over yourselves, sucker | |
| Guess that we them back pack niggas | |
| Rap rap niggas | |
| Who will never sell a record, no way | |
| Guess what sucker | |
| We made it, we made it, we made it | |
| But we did it our way, our way, our way | |
| Though it took some time but we finally made it | |
| Now can you truly say that you made it? | |
| Your WayAs a poster child for | |
| Photoshop my whole image was wrong | |
| Straight out a movie, took a pill and all my limits were gone | |
| Now you mention the best and you gotta argue, son | |
| Clothes I used to borrow some now it' s name brand drawls | |
| Just so my dick can see how far | |
| I' ve comeChanging the topic to women they know me to keep mine in labels | |
| That' s how they drape judging of shapes | |
| I should keep mine in stables | |
| They left him for dead, took him to watch me resurrect, that shit' s pathetic | |
| Shouldered the blame it' s a shame it took hindsight to give me credit | |
| I got kitchens in the masters, the fish tank is a wall | |
| I got couches in the closets, my estate is confused | |
| We say that blatantly for the fools that missed with a blessing that steal | |
| There' s no other outcome when you question my will | |
| Get over yourselves, fucker | |
| Get over yourselves, sucker | |
| Guess that we them back pack niggas | |
| Rap rap niggas | |
| Who will never sell a record, no way | |
| Guess what sucker | |
| We made it, we made it, we made it | |
| But we did it our way, our way, our way | |
| Though it took some time but we finally made it | |
| Now can you truly say that you made it? | |
| Your WayThey say | |
| I' d never make it, never make it | |
| My rhyme scheme is a crime scene, dog | |
| I yellow tape it | |
| For lyrical murder, | |
| I' m on the verge of my next merger | |
| Had to crawl before | |
| I walk so after | |
| I ex Gerber | |
| I took it a step further | |
| I took over the web servers | |
| I took over the west word to these fresh words | |
| And rode the wave of web surfers | |
| A circus that' s what this industry makes me think about | |
| Cause selling out' s a shortcut integrity' s the scenic route | |
| But you have never seen a crew or better team | |
| While you forever sleep we' re doing everything you fuckers dream about | |
| Sucker Slaughterhouse is what they scream and shout | |
| Not the crowd, | |
| I mean your bitch now | |
| Get over yourselves, fucker | |
| Get over yourselves, sucker | |
| Guess that we them back pack niggas | |
| Rap rap niggas | |
| Who will never sell a record, no way | |
| Guess what sucker | |
| We made it, we made it, we made it | |
| But we did it our way, our way, our way | |
| Though it took some time but we finally made it | |
| Now can you truly say that you made it? | |
| Your Way |