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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got a raw flow and I stay more so
Guess that's why I'm the
I pour sweat when I perform
What I record down as the best
But the vets let that torch go

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

Uh, oh, my stomach growls again, I ain't none of you friends
Every human out of my before I count to ten
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
I'm hungry like I ate
Set a up with knives, forks and spoons, I'm 'bout to get a plate

All sweet dummies looking me like a pepper steak
Means we never separate, we married
Jab it every time I touch a pen, I sort of set a
I'll your career, look I'm a demonstrate
Let me get a breath take before I regulate

Okay, bye, bye you guys, don't try to
'Cause line for line what I design is mine and
Sport a joint divine, right behind
And thank God it shines all the light in
So my eyes can find a nice to grind
Come here girl, toma, toma, take that, that

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

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

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

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

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

If you stopping the profit, the glock will be popping your
rock a colostomy bag, shot in the abs, moms will be sad
Pops will be mad, be glad
Possibly be the plasma dropping
running out and the outcome bad

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

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

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

I fuck with but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, 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, say I'm arrogant, pompous but I'm honest
I tell them keep an accomplice away from the
They still making on your highness

But I tell where I be, they just ignore the compass
I think all your mans' play dough, I buy that movie, Fandango
Fans they know what? You a soldier to a general
Baby steel, got it in a bag, Navy SEAL

Tell them little I ain't mad at y'all
College kids like Roth
just 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 bankruptcy
Wonder what little motherfuckers think they the same as me
I'm you and your men should die

Learn certain you ain't meant to try
Got the ground covered with 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 what the pen describes
So when he asked what I meant and why, I him

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

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