Royce Da 5′9":
You dealing with a 4-headed monster
Y'all are John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These piranhas
Live by a certain code of conduct
f*** fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, prediction
The year 2029 is going be apocalypse
Caused by the apophis, me
I got it lock and key
Tell the labels we bout to go on a shopping spree
If you don't want to sign us, you're corny
Tell you're hoes to swallow 2 of these nuts and call us in the morning
We the answer to the dance floor please
You got to f*** us all b****
You can't Ortiz, Budden, Crook, Nickel
d*** raw please
We up in this b**** like Tranzor Z
We the Voltron crew
It's whatever you're folks wanna do
We turn this b**** into Socom 2
I'm the best rapper alive
Lil wayne's migraine
Jay-z's headache
Touching what the lead ain't
Mother f*** your feelings
You don't know with what you're dealing
Trying to catch up you mustard spilling
I'm amongst hustlers, killing
Money stacks touch the ceiling
You will never feel
You will never sell
You can't see me, feel me
They should use my knuckles instead of brail
I walk with the toes
Feeling like how the f*** is talk cheap talk
When talk is what's going cost you the most
I'm the one really yo
I'm the gun spark like Omillio
You a Jae Hood gun video
That ain't a diss so please don't diss me
The mack barrel longer than the g's on 50
I tell the b**** to click her heels twice and ease on with me
This is the life, we got ???
Joe Budden:
I ain't with the leanin and rocking
That's not even seen as an option
n**** as a teen I was mobbing
Stick em up, if it's in his jeans then I'm robbin
Might walk around like the thing get to c***ing
But I ain't trying to be seen when it popping
You ain't seen hot till you see what I'm rocking
Pull up looking real clean in a drop benz
I ain't hit the bing or cot since
Dog tell your whole team you cannot win
Till they make some type of vaccine I'm a problem
I don't sleep on a soul you got that wrong
Even Ben Vereen can get tapped on
Clapped on, mashed on like M-O
My m.o. is Rambo, ammo
Got money now so the marble on the handle
On wax so let's beef with no candle
Dismantle, click bam
Got some s*** your man won't with stand
I make the hood like v.i.p
Now you can't get in without a wristband
I'm just playing
Learn when you walk with your head too high
Is when s*** hits the fan
d***, ran's gamblin
In 2 bars I'll send your man scrambling
Now how it feel to throw punches and can't land em
Or be powerless while you can't stand them
Treat comps like Richard Simmons, behind closed doors the boy going manhandle em
Outpace till you out the race
If you worried about your face, about face
Cuz if you ain't all about your papes
Then n**** you a transgender, all out of place
Crooked I:
When I face off, picture a thug missing his mug
Any particular stick in the mud can get hit with a scud missile
Till he's dripping ridiculous blood
If you rather stick to the fists and the gloves
Then you, getting hit on more than the prettiest b**** in the club
I'm itching to bug
Itching like a syphilis d***
Itching like a skin of a b**** addicted to drugs
Just to hit you with slugs
I did it because I wanted to
Shoot you in the back of your head right in front of you
That's what the gun will do
All I do is son old n***** on the W
All I do is make all new comers come anew
I ain't lying sir
You ain't got to watch Tim Duncan jump to see a flying spur
Bently boy, no it's not H to the Izzo
But I push b***ons like Jay shoulda did Joe
People's choice, the voice of my time
With Royce da 5'9, we ? night shine
I let Joell poison my mind
Grab a silencer and kill your noise with my 9
As far as them b**** get tossed in the hoop
Pierce from Boston explains how often I shoot
I'm a molotov cross with a nuke
See I swallow liquor bottles till they hollow and I crawl in the booth
I'm the truth, polygraph crooked
You probably have a cardiac heart attack when I autograph bullets
Mo' caskets put so much bread on your head, when my gunners are done they owe taxes
Bow legged not me on a regular shoe
And you is supposed to be stepping to who
Tell em all crooked came for war
The best ever on the west unless your last name Shakur
Joell Ortiz:
Just be easy buddy relax
Please don't have me b***** my axe
Or revving my chainsaw to sever your brain off
With no concentration I'm better than Adolf
Never been laid off forever put in work
In beats and sheets I f***** every b**** who said I was a jerk
It's like you cuter when you word manuever
Got every dot com in my palm and I don't know how to work computers
Yeah it's true, slaughterhouse
I know you've heard the rumors
That's new but 02 every verse was ruder
Than you worthless losers
So we formed a 4 alien alliance
Just dying to earth intruders
Everybody's a president, bunch of Herbert Hoovers
If what I said had legs it could burn a cougar
Speaking of burn, I'm hip hop 60 shots of henny on the rocks
You're egg nog with a squirt of kaluha
Can't lie it's mad fun being zoned
My flow straight
Yours slant like gumby's dome
Lot of guys don't want me on
But as long as I get in a spot with my fists my gun be home
I will beat you dudes like you stole from moms
In an audience at shows I just fold my arms
I'm so disappointed in you new rap guys
I'm like no, come on, how'd he do that, why
Oh, doe, diggity do that though
I'm MC so and so, where's my ringtone dough
See that's not going cut it as long as I'm around
That goes for every person, place or thing that describes a noun
It's J O E double what I never take
Whoever feel they could give me my first one set a date
I be there like a young Mike Jack
Hip hop prayed and God gave pun right back
You dealing with a 4-headed monster
Y'all are John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These piranhas
Live by a certain code of conduct
f*** fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, prediction
The year 2029 is going be apocalypse
Caused by the apophis, me
I got it lock and key
Tell the labels we bout to go on a shopping spree
If you don't want to sign us, you're corny
Tell you're hoes to swallow 2 of these nuts and call us in the morning
We the answer to the dance floor please
You got to f*** us all b****
You can't Ortiz, Budden, Crook, Nickel
d*** raw please
We up in this b**** like Tranzor Z
We the Voltron crew
It's whatever you're folks wanna do
We turn this b**** into Socom 2
I'm the best rapper alive
Lil wayne's migraine
Jay-z's headache
Touching what the lead ain't
Mother f*** your feelings
You don't know with what you're dealing
Trying to catch up you mustard spilling
I'm amongst hustlers, killing
Money stacks touch the ceiling
You will never feel
You will never sell
You can't see me, feel me
They should use my knuckles instead of brail
I walk with the toes
Feeling like how the f*** is talk cheap talk
When talk is what's going cost you the most
I'm the one really yo
I'm the gun spark like Omillio
You a Jae Hood gun video
That ain't a diss so please don't diss me
The mack barrel longer than the g's on 50
I tell the b**** to click her heels twice and ease on with me
This is the life, we got ???
Joe Budden:
I ain't with the leanin and rocking
That's not even seen as an option
n**** as a teen I was mobbing
Stick em up, if it's in his jeans then I'm robbin
Might walk around like the thing get to c***ing
But I ain't trying to be seen when it popping
You ain't seen hot till you see what I'm rocking
Pull up looking real clean in a drop benz
I ain't hit the bing or cot since
Dog tell your whole team you cannot win
Till they make some type of vaccine I'm a problem
I don't sleep on a soul you got that wrong
Even Ben Vereen can get tapped on
Clapped on, mashed on like M-O
My m.o. is Rambo, ammo
Got money now so the marble on the handle
On wax so let's beef with no candle
Dismantle, click bam
Got some s*** your man won't with stand
I make the hood like v.i.p
Now you can't get in without a wristband
I'm just playing
Learn when you walk with your head too high
Is when s*** hits the fan
d***, ran's gamblin
In 2 bars I'll send your man scrambling
Now how it feel to throw punches and can't land em
Or be powerless while you can't stand them
Treat comps like Richard Simmons, behind closed doors the boy going manhandle em
Outpace till you out the race
If you worried about your face, about face
Cuz if you ain't all about your papes
Then n**** you a transgender, all out of place
Crooked I:
When I face off, picture a thug missing his mug
Any particular stick in the mud can get hit with a scud missile
Till he's dripping ridiculous blood
If you rather stick to the fists and the gloves
Then you, getting hit on more than the prettiest b**** in the club
I'm itching to bug
Itching like a syphilis d***
Itching like a skin of a b**** addicted to drugs
Just to hit you with slugs
I did it because I wanted to
Shoot you in the back of your head right in front of you
That's what the gun will do
All I do is son old n***** on the W
All I do is make all new comers come anew
I ain't lying sir
You ain't got to watch Tim Duncan jump to see a flying spur
Bently boy, no it's not H to the Izzo
But I push b***ons like Jay shoulda did Joe
People's choice, the voice of my time
With Royce da 5'9, we ? night shine
I let Joell poison my mind
Grab a silencer and kill your noise with my 9
As far as them b**** get tossed in the hoop
Pierce from Boston explains how often I shoot
I'm a molotov cross with a nuke
See I swallow liquor bottles till they hollow and I crawl in the booth
I'm the truth, polygraph crooked
You probably have a cardiac heart attack when I autograph bullets
Mo' caskets put so much bread on your head, when my gunners are done they owe taxes
Bow legged not me on a regular shoe
And you is supposed to be stepping to who
Tell em all crooked came for war
The best ever on the west unless your last name Shakur
Joell Ortiz:
Just be easy buddy relax
Please don't have me b***** my axe
Or revving my chainsaw to sever your brain off
With no concentration I'm better than Adolf
Never been laid off forever put in work
In beats and sheets I f***** every b**** who said I was a jerk
It's like you cuter when you word manuever
Got every dot com in my palm and I don't know how to work computers
Yeah it's true, slaughterhouse
I know you've heard the rumors
That's new but 02 every verse was ruder
Than you worthless losers
So we formed a 4 alien alliance
Just dying to earth intruders
Everybody's a president, bunch of Herbert Hoovers
If what I said had legs it could burn a cougar
Speaking of burn, I'm hip hop 60 shots of henny on the rocks
You're egg nog with a squirt of kaluha
Can't lie it's mad fun being zoned
My flow straight
Yours slant like gumby's dome
Lot of guys don't want me on
But as long as I get in a spot with my fists my gun be home
I will beat you dudes like you stole from moms
In an audience at shows I just fold my arms
I'm so disappointed in you new rap guys
I'm like no, come on, how'd he do that, why
Oh, doe, diggity do that though
I'm MC so and so, where's my ringtone dough
See that's not going cut it as long as I'm around
That goes for every person, place or thing that describes a noun
It's J O E double what I never take
Whoever feel they could give me my first one set a date
I be there like a young Mike Jack
Hip hop prayed and God gave pun right back