[Royce Da 5'9"]
(Ohh!) Yeah (let's go!)
I said once upon a time in a city that's mine
There was a [bad word] named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime
He got a 52 box, original tick in the mind
Listenin to 'Pac and them drop with a prestigious design
My niggaz is dimes, my [bad word] is dimes
I came up behind Eminem in '99 and I took the baton
I [bad word] [bad word] ever since then, slaughtered MC's
Sit and watchin my green grow, like I'm waterin seeds
The problem with me is I'm the heart of the streets
Niggaz callin for peace, they can't even call the police
If I ain't better than you I'm harder to beat
Probably cause I live by the art of for-keeps
I get indicted after my product's released
We a different form, a different centrifugal force
Every line is like grippin on a stick shift in a Porsche
My niggaz asked for direction to go on this track
I said [bad word] a direction, spaz out! Get 'em up HIGH

[female] Crooked

[Crooked I]
And for them wack songs that you made
I want you to throw your pin, but hold the grenade
Explode to your grave - and go straight to [bad word] 
when your soul is enflamed for the road that you paved
The role that played, in [bad word] up hip-hop
You owe so you paid, the fo'-fo' close to your brain
Closer than the close shave of a low [bad word] fade
Don't [bad word] with me, don't [bad word] with J-O-
With Nickel we gon' make more cheese
Heavy hitter, call me Joell David Ortiz (what up!)
I point a burner at the plaque on your teeth
On some leftover [bad word]  it's a wrap on the beef
I'm one in a [bad word] to kill
It's like you wanting a pill, my gun put your back on the streets
Spine on the concrete lookin at the sun
Eyelids heavy, "Why did Crooked have [bad word] 
He was full of 'gnac [bad word]  like a bully actin dumb"
Fully-automatic umm, that's Crooked havin fun
Listen, don't make a [bad word] find your dame
And make the dime give me brains 'til my mind is drained
Listen, don't make me grab a 9 and aim
And how your dime did me, do yo' mind the same
But different, the West Coast king Crooked I
I'm a kamikaze pilot, I stay fly 'til I die - get 'em up HIGH

[female] Joell

[Joell Ortiz]
Here we go again, you know I'm him, Mr. Ortiz
Soon as I hold a pen I co-defend the sickest MC's (Slaughterhouse)
Pick a disease we got it, I vomit sniffle and sneeze
Lyrics squeeze, listen please, Lord help get rid of this fever
I'm like 150 degrees
16's used to be sweet, now they're a bit of a tease
[bad word] need a infinite [bad word] just to be pleased
Used to dream about livin now I'm livin my dreams
The [bad word] fiend, made my [bad word] a machine
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I am just as [bad word] big as I seem
When I'm spittin this mean, me and government intervene
couple presidents, literally live in my jeans
I give 'em residence, they just let me pick anything
When I'm in the mall, they show me the latest kicks on the scene
And I get 'em all, I ball like the [bad word] I am
Niggaz hate, [bad word] (Cheer) like Norm, Cliff and Diane
I'm in a state, of mind that should be the fifty verse
 [bad word] radio, but I don't use them itty bitty words
I ain't shabby with the nouns, I ain't [bad word] with the verb
When I reach heaven I want the [bad word] Biggie to be like "Word"
City slicker, New York delivery when I swerve
Hold that mic like the Statue of Liberty, I deserve
a shot at the title, Spitter of the Year
E'ry year, let's be clear, put some fingers in the air
and hold 'em up HIGH [echoes]

[female] Joey

[Joe Budden]
Work on your half-court shot, I'm money from far
Get 'em mad, see a ape on your monkey bars
And that's rate, gettin hate from the wannabe stars
And that's great, mean he feel it and