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You we merged, we're an alliance
We fight fire with flamethrowers, why you try us?
We an outfit, equivalent to
boy Crooked I is equivalent to four arms

Joell Ortiz is the body, the cannibal slash
Kill you then eat your body, Joe is the pair of legs
He runs shit alongside I, the head
I am the general, bow now, fuck

I don't really think niggas get it
Run up on your a army it is on until it's done, finished
You got a problem with any one of my
Then y'all niggas can with it

Me and Joey, we a fit
He like starting shit, I ending shit
I don't the beef, I don't bend a bit
It ain't

I'm gon' your stupid ass
You too laugh, you gon' die smiling
Try wilding, I get hostile then I'm
I don't make nigga I promise

My style is mixed with sick lyrics
If you hear it, it'll lift spirit
your appearance into a disappearance
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick,

I with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, off, sound off, hut
I with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, me, sound off, sound off, hut

I fuck with nothing but
Nothing but hustla niggas, off, sound off, hut
I put my money on my clique, hot
Coming out the of my fifth

I got a raw and I stay hungry more so
Guess that's why I'm the
I pour when I perform shows
I record goes down as the best
But the vets won't let that go

Y'all could keep it, got flashlights now
And and I got one on my back right now
Remain focused, that's what I tell now and then
Don't wanna go back to that block like when Varejo

Uh, oh, my stomach again, I ain't none of you cowards friends
Every out of my sight before I count to ten
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
I'm like I never ate
Set a table up with knives, and spoons, I'm 'bout to get a plate

All these sweet looking me like a pepper steak
we never separate, we ain't married
Jab it every time I a pen, I sort of set a date
I'll devastate your career, look I'm a
Let me get a good breath before I regulate

Okay, bye, bye you guys, try to rhyme
line for line what I design is mine and mine
Sport a joint divine, meaning right
And thank God it all the light in mine
So my eyes can a nice dime to grind
Come girl, toma, toma, take that, take that

I fuck nothing but gangstas
Nothing but niggas, sound off, sound off, hut
I fuck with but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, off, sound off, hut

I fuck with but gangstas
Nothing but niggas, sound off, sound off, hut
I put my money on my clique, hot
Coming out the of my fifth

You chasing popularity by any means
Doing things, buying too many size 20 skinny jeans
The west treat me I'm really king
I'm Pacquiao in the Philippines, thing niggas seen

You rappers dressing like you fitting to sing Jean
I got to intervene, you I'm a intervene
You loud talking, wouldn't a thing
Matter of fact, where's your head, nigga? I got the

Fuck Hollywood Limousine and rented bling
I give you three red and I call it a triple beam
I'll put your pad on property, fag
rob you and hop in the Jag

If you the profit, the glock will be popping your body
You'll rock a colostomy bag, shot in the abs, will be sad
will be mad, doctor be glad
Possibly be stopping the dropping
running out and the outcome bad

Any one of you niggas fuck my team?
Pretty ass with the infrared beam
Sleep on that and get killed you dream
Fuck a rap group Slaughterhouse a

Slaughterhouse, a
I'm gooned up if you know I mean
Everybody wanna be down the king
No, no, no, no, no fly

I with nothing but gangstas
but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut
I with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, me, sound off, sound off, hut

I fuck with nothing but
Nothing but hustla niggas, off, sound off, hut
I put my money on my clique, hot
out the barrel of my fifth

My one to astonish, tell the President, VP
Notify the Congress, they say I'm arrogant, but I'm honest
I tell them an accomplice away from the accomplished
They still making threats on your

But I tell them where I be, they just ignore the
I think all your mans' play dough, I don't buy that movie,
Fans know that what? You a soldier to a general
Baby steel, got it in a bag, airtight SEAL

Tell them little dudes I ain't mad at
College kids like Asher
Y'all trying to put food on the table
While I'm a just and try to snatch it off

If it for me, most young dudes would be angrily
But anxiously awaiting
Wonder what makes little motherfuckers think the same as me
I'm you and your men should die

Learn certain shit you meant to try
Got the covered with some niggas in disguise
Best bet is to to fly
Shit's a game, you down, you in for

y'all, I ain't got to generalize
Y'all enabled to write what the pen
So when he asked what I and why, I tell him

I fuck with but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, off, hut
I with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, off, sound off, hut

I fuck with nothing but
but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut
I put my money on my clique, hot
Coming out the barrel of my