| Song | Move On (Remix) |
| Artist | Slaughterhouse |
| Album | The Slaughterhouse |
| Frequency![Joell Ortiz] | |
| YAOWA! What's up my nigga? | |
| You say your name is | |
| John?Joell | |
| OrtizYeah yeah | |
| I know, I'm familiar with the interview shit | |
| I know what you gon' ask | |
| I got you, don't even stress it | |
| No I don't respond with answers that fit a script | |
| So the repetition'll make a nigga flip | |
| We in the game of smoke and mirrors, those engineerin a bigger spliffblowin circles out they mouth, gettin praised but the shit'll shift | |
| I never lived a myth, if | |
| I said it | |
| I did itNever alleged, word to dead | |
| I gripped a fifth (boom!) | |
| I made my housing tenement a strip, movin medicine and nicks | |
| When I seen 'em comin | |
| I jetted from them pricks (ohh!) | |
| And still to this day though she clean | |
| I wish my mommy never sniffed | |
| But the hurt is makin me better with this gift (look) | |
| I'm live with this ink you could, die in a blink and | |
| Y'all got the nerve to ask me why do | |
| I drink and | |
| Motherfucker sometimes | |
| I cry when | |
| I think and | |
| Y'all ain't there when them tears bein dried by the sink (damn) | |
| It was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner | |
| I ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters (haha!) | |
| Set up to be loser but was made to be a winner (look) | |
| 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 (woo!) | |
| I came a long way from the staples in my scrilla | |
| Stains on my pants, hardly had a gut | |
| The ladies ain't wanna dance so house parties would suck | |
| All my friends on the wall, | |
| I'm in the hall with a couple | |
| Nah I ain't complainin, just tellin y'all what it is | |
| So if y'all goin through it now just know that another kidmade somethin outta nothin, well | |
| I'm frontin, | |
| I was never nothin | |
| Older ladies used to tell my mother "Ain't he somethin?" (oww) | |
| I look at a lot of you cats and laugh | |
| Cause I'm the shit man, and y'all ain't even passin gas | |
| When I spit | |
| I'm the definition of mastered craft | |
| And all y'all ask about is | |
| Aftermath – motherfucker move on![Chorus: Iyana Dean + Iffy] | |
| I'm tryin to be, more than what it is you see | |
| For every take, do it just like eternally | |
| But I won't let it hold me down, | |
| I turn it all around | |
| I'm movin on, oh-ah, oh-ahhhh, yes | |
| I'm movin on[Joe Budden] | |
| I gotta give my own interview | |
| Since niggaz that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule (like!) | |
| Or paint me as a cynical, but the canvas'll limit you (dawg) | |
| You can't go beyond what there's no limit to | |
| If I think hip-hop is dead | |
| I think it's being revived | |
| And that comes from me being inside | |
| Where the demons get by, see 'em good-bye, if | |
| I'm vehement here's why | |
| Come from hearin it seein ve-nom-ous lies (oh!) | |
| So the beast in me cries, cause when it's all you hear | |
| Shit can overbear, just when the obey near | |
| And so I try to think straight cause when you stare in the rear | |
| Rest in peace | |
| Stewart Shakir, nigga yeah! | |
| I'm on another label, not that other label | |
| That mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirs | |
| Some say it's a conspirac' | |
| I say if e'rybody's on the throne, that's just more motive to kill the heir | |
| Ask me 'bout "Pump it Up" and | |
| I'ma think you | |
| SHEEPOr you must not know | |
| I'm DEEP!I'm so off of music so y'all could | |
| SoundScan every week | |
| Me? I just got my lil' man every week | |
| Jersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs (why?) | |
| Cause they was baby steppin, | |
| I showed 'em how to leap (ohh!) | |
| Ask me about swag - | |
| I'ma change the topic to lyricsand then brag, plus look at you like a fag | |
| I love e'rybody, don't ask 'bout who | |
| I beefed 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 | |
| And stop usin slang just for you to be cool | |
| Cause I go | |
| BACK to when it was cool to be you | |
| I'm a hero (nah) | |
| No I mean | |
| I'm Hiro from "Heroes," y'all chase zeroes | |
| Muh'fucker | |
| I just got finished hatin | |
| ME feelin like a zero | |
| They played | |
| DeNiro, never been there though | |
| So before your next thought, understand | |
| Know it's | |
| MUCH more to me than the man | |
| Either that or move on[Chorus][Royce Da 5'9"] | |
| My rhyme's reflection of | |
| Scarface and | |
| Preme's soul | |
| Before Jordan was wearin fo'-five, | |
| I just look like this, | |
| I just seem old | |
| But I had to bleed the blood of a | |
| Dirty motherfuckerto suffer clean clothes and touch what a king holds | |
| The real estate market is harsh, everything goesfrom foes to who you was doin everything fo' | |
| But I cut 'em off and move on to the new checks | |
| New friends chasin my new ends with new threats | |
| Watchin my dreams fold, like a stack of billsin the pocket of who ain't tryin to push up daffodils | |
| But we the supergroup | |
| You couldn't handle this shit if you was standin before us carryin a pooper-scoop | |
| You dealt with shady shit? | |
| I dealt with | |
| Shady shit | |
| But I'm the only one can truly say | |
| I dealt with | |
| Shady's shit (that's me!) | |
| I mean that with all respect to | |
| Paul and Sheck | |
| But Ryan and | |
| Marshall is all you get (that's it) | |
| My flow's superb, | |
| I love Paulie | |
| RosenbergWhat | |
| I say in a track, those just words (woo!) | |
| Baby boy forgive me, | |
| I'm just street | |
| Cause I can change into anything niggaz want me to be like | |
| MystiqueI don't gotta dig deep | |
| To realize | |
| Slim bought | |
| Big Proof a big jeep | |
| Because he deserved it; how can | |
| I mournthe same way | |
| Shady did over him when he knew him when he attended | |
| Osbourne? (yes!) | |
| Marshall I'm sorry (sorry) | |
| I knew it went left (left) | |
| I ain't into fuckin my family like incest | |
| If you remember | |
| Ice used to be my life's interest | |
| Tell Hailie my wife just had a princess | |
| Since I made up with | |
| Em it's nothin elsethat | |
| I can move on from, so who wants some? | |
| Like a jar of | |
| Grey Poupon | |
| You gotta ask anybody in any car, one of them move on[Chorus][Crooked I] | |
| When fans picture my interviews | |
| They think | |
| I'm in a swimmin pool with women who been abused | |
| So they turn into strippers makin they livin in the nude | |
| One in the middle blowin my inner tube, while the interviewer's gettin ridiculed | |
| Is this your vision? | |
| Cool; let me give you a little jewel | |
| Any dude who wanna sit in my tennis shoes is missin | |
| SCREWSDon'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 | |
| Hopin if my grind don't help me get out, my speech can | |
| I been in the streets longer than | |
| Yao Ming's wingspan | |
| You can be | |
| MTV, I'll be | |
| C-SPANI deal with politics, bandannas and hollow tips | |
| Half you rappers follow this, role models can swallow | |
| DICK!Was stressed 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 targetin cops | |
| Spit some shit for | |
| Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots | |
| Make him a (Ghost) like he part of | |
| The LoxI won't stop recordin, 'til | |
| I'm makin songs harder than ' | |
| Pac'sIf it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there (I'm 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 this a real necklace?Where's your beat from Dre? Your feature from Cube?" | |
| These things leave people confused | |
| Cause they know | |
| I leave speakers abused, | |
| I eat the | |
| EQsI eat through the beat, what's the secret? | |
| I think it's the | |
| SHOES!Back in | |
| Cali niggaz blaze and stress | |
| Waitin on "Detox" to save the | |
| West, ha ha | |
| Even if the shit is dope it ain't givin you niggaz hopeunless your signature's wrote on a check from | |
| Interscope | |
| NOPE! Move on[Chorus][Crooked I - over Chorus] | |
| Move on West, | |
| Coast, knahmean? | |
| West Coast move on | |
| And all that shit in the past about me bein on | |
| Death Row? |
| Frequency! Joell Ortiz | |
| YAOWA! What' s up my nigga? | |
| You say your name is | |
| John? Joell | |
| OrtizYeah yeah | |
| I know, I' m familiar with the interview shit | |
| I know what you gon' ask | |
| I got you, don' t even stress it | |
| No I don' t respond with answers that fit a script | |
| So the repetition' ll make a nigga flip | |
| We in the game of smoke and mirrors, those engineerin a bigger spliffblowin circles out they mouth, gettin praised but the shit' ll shift | |
| I never lived a myth, if | |
| I said it | |
| I did itNever alleged, word to dead | |
| I gripped a fifth boom! | |
| I made my housing tenement a strip, movin medicine and nicks | |
| When I seen ' em comin | |
| I jetted from them pricks ohh! | |
| And still to this day though she clean | |
| I wish my mommy never sniffed | |
| But the hurt is makin me better with this gift look | |
| I' m live with this ink you could, die in a blink and | |
| Y' all got the nerve to ask me why do | |
| I drink and | |
| Motherfucker sometimes | |
| I cry when | |
| I think and | |
| Y' all ain' t there when them tears bein dried by the sink damn | |
| It was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner | |
| I ain' t mind, my table chairs gave me splinters haha! | |
| Set up to be loser but was made to be a winner look | |
| If they paint hiphop | |
| 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 woo! | |
| I came a long way from the staples in my scrilla | |
| Stains on my pants, hardly had a gut | |
| The ladies ain' t wanna dance so house parties would suck | |
| All my friends on the wall, | |
| I' m in the hall with a couple | |
| Nah I ain' t complainin, just tellin y' all what it is | |
| So if y' all goin through it now just know that another kidmade somethin outta nothin, well | |
| I' m frontin, | |
| I was never nothin | |
| Older ladies used to tell my mother " Ain' t he somethin?" oww | |
| I look at a lot of you cats and laugh | |
| Cause I' m the shit man, and y' all ain' t even passin gas | |
| When I spit | |
| I' m the definition of mastered craft | |
| And all y' all ask about is | |
| Aftermath motherfucker move on! Chorus: Iyana Dean Iffy | |
| I' m tryin to be, more than what it is you see | |
| For every take, do it just like eternally | |
| But I won' t let it hold me down, | |
| I turn it all around | |
| I' m movin on, ohah, ohahhhh, yes | |
| I' m movin on Joe Budden | |
| I gotta give my own interview | |
| Since niggaz that do my interviews focus on whatever' s miniscule like! | |
| Or paint me as a cynical, but the canvas' ll limit you dawg | |
| You can' t go beyond what there' s no limit to | |
| If I think hiphop is dead | |
| I think it' s being revived | |
| And that comes from me being inside | |
| Where the demons get by, see ' em goodbye, if | |
| I' m vehement here' s why | |
| Come from hearin it seein venomous lies oh! | |
| So the beast in me cries, cause when it' s all you hear | |
| Shit can overbear, just when the obey near | |
| And so I try to think straight cause when you stare in the rear | |
| Rest in peace | |
| Stewart Shakir, nigga yeah! | |
| I' m on another label, not that other label | |
| That mean it' s no longer my problem, it' s theirs | |
| Some say it' s a conspirac' | |
| I say if e' rybody' s on the throne, that' s just more motive to kill the heir | |
| Ask me ' bout " Pump it Up" and | |
| I' ma think you | |
| SHEEPOr you must not know | |
| I' m DEEP! I' m so off of music so y' all could | |
| SoundScan every week | |
| Me? I just got my lil' man every week | |
| Jersey City loves me despite y' all beliefs why? | |
| Cause they was baby steppin, | |
| I showed ' em how to leap ohh! | |
| Ask me about swag | |
| I' ma change the topic to lyricsand then brag, plus look at you like a fag | |
| I love e' rybody, don' t ask ' bout who | |
| I beefed 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 | |
| And stop usin slang just for you to be cool | |
| Cause I go | |
| BACK to when it was cool to be you | |
| I' m a hero nah | |
| No I mean | |
| I' m Hiro from " Heroes," y' all chase zeroes | |
| Muh' fucker | |
| I just got finished hatin | |
| ME feelin like a zero | |
| They played | |
| DeNiro, never been there though | |
| So before your next thought, understand | |
| Know it' s | |
| MUCH more to me than the man | |
| Either that or move on Chorus Royce Da 5' 9" | |
| My rhyme' s reflection of | |
| Scarface and | |
| Preme' s soul | |
| Before Jordan was wearin fo' five, | |
| I just look like this, | |
| I just seem old | |
| But I had to bleed the blood of a | |
| Dirty motherfuckerto suffer clean clothes and touch what a king holds | |
| The real estate market is harsh, everything goesfrom foes to who you was doin everything fo' | |
| But I cut ' em off and move on to the new checks | |
| New friends chasin my new ends with new threats | |
| Watchin my dreams fold, like a stack of billsin the pocket of who ain' t tryin to push up daffodils | |
| But we the supergroup | |
| You couldn' t handle this shit if you was standin before us carryin a pooperscoop | |
| You dealt with shady shit? | |
| I dealt with | |
| Shady shit | |
| But I' m the only one can truly say | |
| I dealt with | |
| Shady' s shit that' s me! | |
| I mean that with all respect to | |
| Paul and Sheck | |
| But Ryan and | |
| Marshall is all you get that' s it | |
| My flow' s superb, | |
| I love Paulie | |
| RosenbergWhat | |
| I say in a track, those just words woo! | |
| Baby boy forgive me, | |
| I' m just street | |
| Cause I can change into anything niggaz want me to be like | |
| MystiqueI don' t gotta dig deep | |
| To realize | |
| Slim bought | |
| Big Proof a big jeep | |
| Because he deserved it how can | |
| I mournthe same way | |
| Shady did over him when he knew him when he attended | |
| Osbourne? yes! | |
| Marshall I' m sorry sorry | |
| I knew it went left left | |
| I ain' t into fuckin my family like incest | |
| If you remember | |
| Ice used to be my life' s interest | |
| Tell Hailie my wife just had a princess | |
| Since I made up with | |
| Em it' s nothin elsethat | |
| I can move on from, so who wants some? | |
| Like a jar of | |
| Grey Poupon | |
| You gotta ask anybody in any car, one of them move on Chorus Crooked I | |
| When fans picture my interviews | |
| They think | |
| I' m in a swimmin pool with women who been abused | |
| So they turn into strippers makin they livin in the nude | |
| One in the middle blowin my inner tube, while the interviewer' s gettin ridiculed | |
| Is this your vision? | |
| Cool let me give you a little jewel | |
| Any dude who wanna sit in my tennis shoes is missin | |
| SCREWSDon' 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 | |
| Hopin if my grind don' t help me get out, my speech can | |
| I been in the streets longer than | |
| Yao Ming' s wingspan | |
| You can be | |
| MTV, I' ll be | |
| CSPANI deal with politics, bandannas and hollow tips | |
| Half you rappers follow this, role models can swallow | |
| DICK! Was stressed out over cash flow | |
| HipHop used to console my soul, now it' s a bunch of assholes | |
| Rap about a dance while | |
| I' m targetin cops | |
| Spit some shit for | |
| Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots | |
| Make him a Ghost like he part of | |
| The LoxI won' t stop recordin, ' til | |
| I' m makin songs harder than ' | |
| Pac' sIf it don' t happen, at least a nigga know he right there I' m 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 this a real necklace? Where' s your beat from Dre? Your feature from Cube?" | |
| These things leave people confused | |
| Cause they know | |
| I leave speakers abused, | |
| I eat the | |
| EQsI eat through the beat, what' s the secret? | |
| I think it' s the | |
| SHOES! Back in | |
| Cali niggaz blaze and stress | |
| Waitin on " Detox" to save the | |
| West, ha ha | |
| Even if the shit is dope it ain' t givin you niggaz hopeunless your signature' s wrote on a check from | |
| Interscope | |
| NOPE! Move on Chorus Crooked I over Chorus | |
| Move on West, | |
| Coast, knahmean? | |
| West Coast move on | |
| And all that shit in the past about me bein on | |
| Death Row? |