You herbs we merge, 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
He runs shit alongside I, the apparent head
I am the general, bow now
Fuck saluting!
I don't really think y'all niggas get it
Run up on your with a army it is
On until it's done, finished
You got a problem with any of my slaughters
Then y'all niggas can come with it
Me and Joey, we a perfect fit
He like starting shit, I like ending shit
I don't squash the beef, I don't bend a bit
It ain't intricate
I'm gon' freak your stupid ass
You too could laugh, you gon' die smiling
Try wilding, I get hostile then I'm violent
I don't make threats nigga 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
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-ding
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustling niggas, sound off, sound off
I fuck with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustling niggas, sound off, sound off
I put my money on my clique, hot shit
Coming out the barrel of my fist
I got a raw flow, and I stay hungry moreso
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 Varejao 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 knife, forks and spoons, I'm 'bout to get a plate
All these weak dummies looking yummy like a pepper steak
Me and these dudes 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 how I demonstrate
Let me get a good wrapping tape before I regulate
Okay, bye bye you guys, don't try to rhyme
Just line for line
What I design is mine and mine
Sport a joint divine, meaning right behind
And thank God it shines all the light in mine
So my eyes can find a nice dime to grind
Come here girl, toma toma, take that, take that
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustling niggas, sound off, sound off
I fuck with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustling niggas, sound off, sound off
I put my money on my clique, hot shit
Coming out the barrel of my fist
You rappers chase the 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 a nigga seen
You rappers dressing like you finna sing Billie Jean
I got to intervene, fuck you I'ma intervene
You loud talking, wouldn't kill a thing
Matter of fact, where's your head nigga? I got the guillotine
Fuck 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, fag
Properly rob you and hop in the Jag
If you stopping the profit, the drop 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
Clock running out and the outcome bad
Any one of you niggas fuck with my team
Pretty ass thing with the infrared beam
Sleep on that and get killed while you dream
Fuck around loose, start house a machine
Slaughterhouse, a regime
I'm gooned up if you know what I mean
Everybody want to be down with the king
No, no, no, no, no fly zone
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustling niggas, sound off, sound off
I fuck with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off