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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I fuck nothing but gangstas
but hustla niggas, sound 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
that's why I'm the torso
I pour when I perform shows
What I record goes as the best
But the vets won't let torch go

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

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

All these sweet dummies looking me like a pepper
Means we never separate, we ain't
Jab it every time I touch a pen, I of set a date
I'll your career, look I'm a demonstrate
Let me get a good breath take 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 behind
And thank God it all the light in mine
So my eyes can find a nice dime to
Come here girl, toma, toma, take that, that

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

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

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

You rappers dressing like you to sing Billie Jean
I got to intervene, fuck you I'm a
You talking, wouldn't kill a thing
Matter of fact, where's your head, I got the guillotine

your Hollywood Limousine and rented bling
I give you three red dots and I call it a triple
I'll put pad on your 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, moms be sad
Pops be mad, doctor be glad
Possibly be stopping the dropping
running out and the outcome bad

Any one of you niggas fuck with my
Pretty ass thing with the infrared
Sleep on that and get while you dream
Fuck a rap group a machine

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

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

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

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

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

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

If it ain't for me, most young dudes would be
But anxiously bankruptcy
Wonder what makes motherfuckers think they the same as me
I'm synchronized you and your men die

Learn certain you ain't meant to try
Got the ground covered with some niggas in
Best bet is to to fly
a game, you down, you in for life

Fuck y'all, I ain't got to
enabled to write what the pen describes
So he asked what I meant and why, I tell him

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