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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
That boy Crooked I is equivalent to arms

Joell Ortiz is the body, the cannibal slash
Kill you then eat your body, Joe Budden is the 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 it is on until it's done, finished
You got a with any one of my slaughters
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' shoot stupid ass
You too could laugh, you die smiling
Try wilding, I get hostile I'm violent
I make threats nigga I promise

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

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 but gangstas
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 flow and I hungry more so
Guess why I'm the torso
I pour sweat when I perform
What I goes down as the best
But the vets won't let that go

could keep it, they got flashlights now
And flamethrowers and I got one on my back now
Remain focused, that's I tell myself now and then
wanna go back to that block like when Varejo defends

Uh, oh, my stomach growls again, I ain't of you cowards friends
Every out of my sight before I count to ten
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
I'm hungry like I ate
Set a table up knives, forks and spoons, I'm 'bout to get a plate

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

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

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

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

You rappers dressing like you to sing Billie Jean
I got to intervene, fuck you I'm a
You loud talking, kill a thing
Matter of fact, where's head, nigga? I got the guillotine

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

If you stopping the profit, the glock will be your body
You'll rock a colostomy bag, in the abs, moms will be sad
Pops be mad, doctor be glad
Possibly be stopping the plasma
Clock running out and the bad

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

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

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

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

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

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

If it ain't for me, most young dudes be angrily
But anxiously awaiting
Wonder what makes little motherfuckers think they the as me
I'm synchronized you and men should die

Learn certain shit you meant to try
Got the ground covered with some in disguise
Best bet is to to fly
a game, you down, you in for life

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

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

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