Warriors
Nine feat. Bounty Killer Lyrics

Check the scene boppers
Take a look at what's happening here

Slaughterhouse, still standing
Despite the chaos, we remain strong

There was a murder last night
A crime took place recently

And the shit didn't really sit right with me
It bothered me deeply

So I had to tell a story, oh, baby!
I felt the need to express myself through music

Blood on the walls, street life
Violence and the realities of the urban environment

America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
A figure who represents fear and embodies greatness in the genre

Hip hop's only shining star in the night's air
The standout artist in the world of hip-hop

Right here, don't fight fair, what I write, yeah
Asserting dominance and not holding back in his lyrics

Might there, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair
Surprising and challenging the listeners like a sudden change in a basketball game

I been where you tryna be, I'm already hot
Already achieving success in the music industry

All about cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rock
Focused on making money and delivering powerful verses

They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock
They recognize the lyrical potency in my lines

Kicks from Fight Club, outfit from Eddie Brock
Stylish and fashionable, drawing inspiration from different sources

I'm going for the kill, focused on a steady plot
Determined to succeed and executing a well-thought-out plan

John Wilkes the Booth like when he dead aimed his nezzie shot
Taking a calculated and impactful approach, referencing a historical figure

You listening to hip hop's finest
You're experiencing the best of the genre

You rewind this, Slaughterhouse behind this
The group Slaughterhouse is responsible for this incredible music

I like rap, this shit is cool, I'm better than mad niggas
I appreciate rap, but I excel above many others

But I'm just as good a crack pitcher as a pad ripper
I have skills both as a lyricist and as someone involved in illegal activities

I say that to say this, don't let mad liquor
I'm using this as an example to warn about the dangers of excessive drinking

Turn me to a bodybag zipper and not a ad-libber
I don't want to end up dead or useless in the music industry

Couple joints ago I was right on that ave with ya
I was with you in similar circumstances not too long ago

Mad bigger than the catch David Tyree had last winter
I've achieved significant success, comparable to a memorable sports moment

I'm not a made-up character, that's a Puerto Rican Brooklynite
I'm a real person and proud of my cultural background

With two kids y'all see in them mag pictures
I have children who are often featured in magazines

And however I gotta feed 'em I will
I will do whatever it takes to provide for my children

All they ever gon' need in life is just, me and my will
I believe that my love and determination will be enough for them

Interfere with that it's gon' be more than a beat that I kill
If anyone threatens that, I'll respond with more than just lyrical attacks

Disrespect with an indirect and you will see if I'm real
If someone disrespects me indirectly, they will witness my authentic nature

Fuck you blood-sucking parasites
Strong disdain towards those who exploit and drain others

I'm bringing the terror right in front of your parents' sight
Instilling fear and shock in a bold and public manner

You parents' eyes and yeah, I wear a pair of pipes
Commanding attention and respect with his powerful voice

I wear 'em like cellulite on a pair of thighs
Can't hide or ignore, just like cellulite on thighs

I'm Eric Wright, I'm Ruthless, I terrorize
Referencing N.W.A. member Eric Wright (Eazy-E) and embodying their rebellious spirit

You'll either perish or be paralyzed, I'm a thousand degrees Fahrenheit
Either face defeat or face the intense heat and power I bring

I'm even keeping them heaters when we perform
Carrying weapons for protection during live performances

On stage rocking like we from Korn, the people roar
Delivering an energetic performance that excites the crowd

What they don't know it's a secret war
They're unaware of the internal struggles and battles we face

Inside of a rider I'm seeking revenge on the world for bein born!
Feeling a desire for vengeance against a world that has caused pain

And the desert eagle is mi amor, she'll fuck you to death
The weapon is his beloved and capable of delivering fatal blows

Blow your brains, either or cause she a whore
The gun can destroy someone's mind or body without hesitation

Allow me to reassure your stripe's worthless
I'm here to prove that your reputation and influence hold no value

Like a pair of Diadora's when it leaves the Adidas store
Like a low-quality product that loses value once it's removed from the store

Don't be comparing us to rappers
Don't view us as ordinary rappers

Compare us to the Arabs, this a terrorist attack, uh, boom!
View us as powerful and impactful, like a terrorist attack

Lord have mercy, we here to destroy everything
Expressing a destructive and dominant presence

You niggas is butter in front a fucking machete swing
You're easily cut through and defeated by our actions

Mothafucka I'm fly, I ain't no scary goon
Confidently asserting his greatness and dismissing any notion of fear

Try me and I guarantee you I'mma see you very soon
Challenging others to test him, promising swift consequences

Leave a nigga ass out like Prince, take his bitch
Leaving someone humiliated, just like how Prince was known for stealing others' partners

Put my Graffiti Bridge right Under Her Cherry Moon
Showing his dominance and ownership in romantic endeavors

We notorious, pushing them Porsches
We're famous and successful, driving luxury cars

Y'all niggas the orphans us? We the warriors
Comparing themselves to neglected and vulnerable individuals and asserting their position as powerful warriors

Oh, wait a minute boppers
Hold on, let me address something

Royce, slow down baby
Addressing Royce and asking him to calm down

This rap shit is a workout on my legs
Expressing the physical and mental exertion required for success in the rap industry

A nigga going hard on his bike but too many dudes is jumping on the pegs
Facing challenges and distractions from others who want to ride on his success

They know when that raw shit get recorded
Recognizing the impact and authenticity of his music when it's recorded

Either let your speakers enforce it or lay down in a moshpit
Either embrace the intensity and power of the music or leave in submission

Of course it's the bosses, acting like officers
Embodying the role of leaders and taking charge like law enforcement

Running in these corporate offices
Navigating the business side of the industry

Hungry looking for a four-course dish no matter what the cost is
Driven by a hunger for success, regardless of the sacrifices required

Like the world's lawless so we don't know what remorse is
Living in a chaotic world where empathy and regret hold little value

Cause the V need like a thousand horses
Requiring immense power and energy to succeed

Slaughterhouse hoodie on, that's my new couture shit
Wearing a Slaughterhouse hoodie as a symbol of his identity and fashion

It's Jumpoff! He be the best
Referring to himself as the best and boasting about his skills

Computers rank me number one, blame the BCS, it's they fault
Claiming to be ranked as the best by computer algorithms, blaming the rating system for recognition

Ask about your boy, I'm nice with my hands
Known for his physical abilities and skills in various areas

Maybe that's why, every last thing I write is a jam
His talent in writing music leads to consistently enjoyable and impactful songs

Minus the fans, the flights to Japan, I am the man
Even without the fanbase and international success, he still sees himself as highly accomplished

Anyone who feel they could see me is in dire need of a eye exam
Challenging those who believe they can compete with him to reevaluate their perception

My mind expands wider than the fanbase of a fire band
Having a broad and diverse range of thoughts and ideas, just like a popular band's fanbase

And what I release from my diaphragm, sticks to you
His lyrical content and delivery resonate and leave a lasting impact

Like the wrists of Spiderman, fool a average listeners
Gripping the audience's attention and making an impression like Spiderman's sticky webs

What you liars can do but you will die a scam
Challenging those who deceive others, warning them that their actions will lead to their downfall

When I die they will retire my entire hand
Acknowledging his greatness, even after his passing

For years of scripted whoop-ass, making intruders try a can
Delivering impactful lyrics and intimidating those who challenge him

I guess the moral of the story is Joell's victorious
Reflecting on his victory and success in his story

And everything's all gravy like Notorious
Everything is going well and smooth, just like in the song 'N.O.T.O.R.I.O.U.S.'

I left a nigga dead cause he said he was ready for I
Someone who challenged him ended up being killed because they underestimated him

Let the Beretta give him wings since he said he was fly
Taking out the person who claimed to be superior by shooting them, giving them 'wings'

I'm in my Chevy riding to 'Bar Exam' and 'Mood Muzik'
Listening to mixtapes by Joe Budden, reflecting on the journey while driving

They the closest to 'Reasonable Doubt' and 'Ready to Die'
Comparing Joe Budden's mixtapes to classic albums in terms of quality and impact

Crooked I, watch for snitches and wire devices
Being cautious and wary of informants and surveillance equipment

My 45th, fire in crisis, lift you higher than prices
His gun can cause chaos and elevate the danger level, surpassing soaring prices

All my ice, and on the mic, I am the nicest
Referring to his jewelry and asserting his skill and talent as a rapper

Me and my bitch ride for life like Osirus and Isis
He and his partner are united and will support each other through all challenges, like the Egyptian deities

Yeah, word to Run-D.M.C. I'm Tougher Than Leather-face
Paying homage to Run-D.M.C. and comparing himself to a relentless horror character

Never threw a gun in the trash but they call me Weapon Waist
Although he never discarded weapons, he's still associated with being armed at all times

It's like you moving from the projects to the Hamptons
Showing significant improvement in living conditions and social status

The way my hammers be sending bastards to a better place
His guns have the power to remove enemies from their miserable existence

Let me set it straight, they fans been led astray
Correcting misconceptions and false beliefs held by his fans

Niggas keep gassing with guns with unleaded spray
Others boast about weapons and violence, but lack the true power and impact

They don't know they one flow, one medic away
Their career success is fragile and can be undone by a single mistake or emergency

From being taken away from here in the leaded state
Their lives can be cut short by violence or other negative circumstances

I handle all of my serious issues with metal
Dealing with challenges and conflicts using weapons and force

I stick you so deep in the earth your zipper can tickle the devil
Threatening to bury his enemies so deeply that they would be close to Hell

I'm skipping the pick and the shovel, I'm picking you up
Skipping the traditional burial process and directly attacking and defeating his enemies

And I'm shoving your head in the mud 'til your kickings is level
Brutally subduing his opponent until they have no more fight left

Pardon I live for the moment, you rhymin I give the atonement
He embraces the present and finds satisfaction in the moment, while others need redemption for their poor rap skills

Like the Indians, I scalp and I wig the opponent
Using a simile to describe how he defeats his opponents in rap battles or conflict

But I'm a chief, matter fact I'm a beast
Asserting his leadership and dominance, considering himself more than just a warrior

I'm a mothafuckin' Slaughterhouse G, boom!
Proudly representing the Slaughterhouse group and their aggressive musical style