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

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

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 niggas can come with it

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

I'm gon' shoot your ass
You too could laugh, you die smiling
Try wilding, I get then I'm violent
I don't make threats 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 fuck with but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, off, sound off, hut
I fuck nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, off, hut

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

I got a raw flow and I hungry more so
that's why I'm the torso
I pour sweat when I shows
I record goes down as the best
But the won't let that torch go

Y'all could keep it, they got now
And flamethrowers and I got one on my back now
Remain focused, what I tell myself now and then
Don't 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 with knives, forks and spoons, I'm 'bout to get a

All these dummies looking me like a pepper steak
Means we separate, we ain't married
Jab it every time I touch a pen, I 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
'Cause line for line what I is mine and mine
Sport a joint divine, meaning right
And thank God it all the light in mine
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
but hot shit, follow me, sound 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
out the barrel of my fifth

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

You rappers dressing you fitting 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

Fuck your Limousine and rented bling
I give you red dots and I call it a triple beam
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 a colostomy bag, shot in the abs, moms will be sad
Pops be mad, doctor be glad
Possibly be stopping the plasma
running out and the outcome bad

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

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

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

I fuck nothing but gangstas
but hustla niggas, sound 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 them keep an accomplice away from the accomplished
still making threats 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
they know that what? You a soldier to a general
Baby steel, got it in a bag, airtight Navy

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

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

certain shit you ain't meant to try
Got the ground covered some niggas 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 write what the pen
So when he asked what I meant and why, I him

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

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