(Royce Da 5'9") 
You herbs we merged, we're an alliance 
We fight fire with flamethrowers, why would you try us? 
We an outfit, equivalent to Voltron's 
That boy Crooked I is equivalent to four arms 
Joell Ortiz is the body 
The cannibal slash killer, kill you then eat your body 
Joe Budden is the pair of legs  [bad word] [bad word] alongside I, the apparent head 
I am the general, bow now  [bad word] saluting! 
I don't really think y'all niggas get it [bad word] up on your with a army it is 
On until it's done, finished 
You got a problem with any one of my slaughters 
Then y'all niggas [bad word] with it 
Me and Joey, we a perfect fit 
He like starting [bad word]  I like ending [bad word] 
I don't squash the beef, I don't bend a bit 
It ain't intricate 
I'm gon' shoot your stupid [bad word] 
You too could laugh, you gon' die smiling 
Try wilding, I get hostile then I'm violent 
I don't make threats [bad word] I promise 
My style is Stalin mixed with sick lyrics 
If you hear it, it'll lift your spirit 
Turn your appearance into a disappearance 
Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Ding 

Hook (Royce Da 5'9") 
I [bad word] with nothing but gangstas 
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off.... HUT!!! 
I [bad word] with nothing but my clique 
Nothing but hot [bad word]  follow me, sound off, sound off.... HUT!!! 
I [bad word] with nothing but gangstas 
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off.... HUT!!! 
I put my money on my clique, hot [bad word] [bad word] out the barrel of my fifth 

(Joell Ortiz) 
I got a raw flow, and I stay hungry more so 
Guess that's why I'm the torso 
I pour sweat when I perform shows 
What I record goes down as the best, but the vets won't let that torch go 
Y'all could keep it, they got flashlights now 
And flamethrowers, and I got one on my back right now 
Remain focused, that's what I tell myself now and then 
Don't want to go back to that block like when Varejão defends 
Uh-oh, my stomach growls again, I ain't none of you cowards friends 
Every human out of my sight before I count to ten 
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight 
I'm hungry like I never ate 
Set a table up with knives, forks and spoons, I'm 'bout to get a plate 
All these sweet dummies looking me like a pepper steak 
Means we never seperate, we ain't married 
Jab it everytime I touch a pen, I sort of set a date 
I'll devestate your career, look I'ma demonstrate 
Let me get a good breath take before I regulate 
(Takes Breath) Okay, bye bye you guys, don't try to rhyme 
Cuz line for line 
What I design is mine and mine 
My joint's divine, meaning right behind 
And thank God it shines all the light in mine 
So my eyes can find a nice dime to grind [bad word] here girl, toma, toma , take that, take that 

Hook 

(Crooked I) 
You rappers chasing popularity by any means, doing silly things 
Buying too many size 20 skinny jeans 
The west treat me like I'm really king 
I'm Pacquiao in the Phillipines, illest thing niggas seen 
You rappers dressing like you [bad word] to sing Billie Jean 
I got to intervene, [bad word] you I'ma intervene 
You loud talking, wouldn't kill a thing 
Matter of fact, where's your head [bad word]  I got the guillotine  [bad word] your Hollywood limousine and rented bling 
I give you three red dots and I call it a triple beam 
I'll put your pad on your property, [bad word] 
Properly rob you and hop in the Jag 
If you stopping the profit, the glock will be popping your body 
You'll rock a colostomy bag 
Shot in the abs, moms will be sad 
Pops will be mad, doctor be glad 
Possibly be stopping the plasma dropping  [bad word] out and the [bad word] bad 
Any one of you niggas [bad word] with my team 
Pretty [bad word] thing with the infrared beam 
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