Slaughterhouse – R.N.S. Lyrics

(Verse 1 – Joell Ortiz)
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I’m at a cee lo game and my dice hit 4
That ni**a rolled a 3 but I ain’t get my dough
My hammer got a red light on it but I let that go
My whole life hiding from the 5-0
Sirens loud outside of my door
Shortys screaming, you’s a wild ni**a
Lil bi**h acting like she ain’t know
I put in that work, my name rings those bells
Ni**as know not to play with Joell
Ni**as know not to play with my money
Cause ni**as know I’m not taking that L
I’ve been in these streets all of my life
Had ni**as teeth all in my nikes
Had white sheets all in my heat
Had white meat all in my knife
My n**a it’s real ni**a s**t
Big pound on my chest
Big pound on my waist, ni**a hit pound R N S

(Chorus – Joell Ortiz)
I ain’t ever ran on my ni**as, never took a stand on my ni**as
I will never jam up my ni**as, real ni**a sh*t, R.N.S
I ain’t ever ran on my ni**as, never took a stand on my ni**as
I will never jam up my ni**as, real ni**a s**t, R.N.S
R.N.S, R.N.S, R.N.S, R.N.S

(Verse 2 – Joe Budden)
Once upon a time on the Jersey City dock
Had my truck parked in that corner, had them 18s on yappa
When a ni**a ran up on that bicycle, with his hand on that Glock
Tryna get his blast on with that mask on
But I thank God it ain’t pop
Thank God it jammed on him, jammed on him
Pay for having that drop
If he was in our shoes, he woulda killed us too
So we ran straight to them cops
That was fun homes, it’s cool
See you when you come home, you get a time wait
None of my ni**as gon tell on you
We’ll turn anything fore we turn snakes
That’s real s**t, O’s around
No sausage party, keep hoes around
Her name come when we treat her like that
She come around, she goes around
She gon call her friend up
Tell her bout that money we throw around
And then go blow her jack up
To holla at a ni**a they know I’m in town

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – KXNG CROOKED)
Once upon a time in North Long Beach, yo
Somebody was knocking at my door
It’s my homie, and he from Compton
Told me he heard some ni**as was plotting
To come up to my spot and leave me shot
And bleeding prolly from a problem from the past
Get that Kevlar and guard your chest
Stand your ground but watch your step, my ni**a, that’s R.N.S
Now I circle the block before I pull in the house
I guess a couple killers like hiding in my hedges
Word on the street, they heard about the Bentley
Park that s**t, ride in my Lexus
With two TEC-9s, kind of ironic how I’m riding with TECs
Bout to send my rivals a message
Cold as the ice in my necklace
I’m feeling like I’m in Vietnam with insomnia
Or a kamikaze in Bosnia
Cause it’s so hard to rest
When you’re at war with killers and that’s R.N.S

(Repeat Chorus)