Crooked I:
Joey, no rules, gun shots no prob
No jewels, n***** say I got robbed
I'm still wearin my bling
And f*** 1st class I fly standin on Virgin America's wing
Nuts hang, knockin down sky scrapers
Take a p***, make it rain, I'm the American dream
Make it rain I ain't Pacman Jones
n****, b**** and my word, all a black man owns
Joe Budden:
If you in that man zone, how you figure to gain
Can't bowl a 300 in another n***** lane
Better aim, you dealin with a 7 - 10 split
Crooked I:
That's Long Beach cause we on some 710 s***
Joell Ortiz:
I been nice since 227 man s***
I am sick, and I'm never gettin better that's it
Give me somethin sharp to sever that p****
Like a group broke up I will dismember that click
Royce Da 5′9:
I'm a veteran remember that s***
We some internet rappers?
Then why you on our internet d***s
We'll be there when it's war callin
Either we high or we fly or the floor fallin
I'm a Tommy Gun, it ain't no best
The rap game like the St. Louis vs New York battle, nobody won
A bunch of f***** 2's, and 3's like zone defense
Joe Budden:
Please get at dude's Ortiz
Joell Ortiz:
Nah you beast em
Joe Budden:
Hold up, won't stop, can't stop, thank pops
Hard headed, gotta hit a wall first like a bank shot
Get it clear, a c**e head's a thin line between friend or foe
Won't let this s*** disappear
This fiscal year, I'ma stay hot buzzin
With dude's that help me shoot like A-rod cousin
walk in my shoes and ya feet get callus
From Jersey City to Caesar's Palace
I speak with malice just to make sure the streets get salvaged
Real talk where would all of us be without it
Slaughterhouse no fear, too many dudes Tyson Chandler
Tried to leave their team and went nowhere
Crooked I:
Like Tyson Chandler in the past n***** on some bullshit
Royce tell Preme I got a full clip
n***** used to run when they saw Suge's face
Faster then Joey and Joell in a foot race
Now you ask me where the incident took place
Don't check the internet check hood s***e
You dealin with some intelligent creatures
I don't touch guns I draw with telekinesis
No finger prints on Crooked's mag
I'm mixed with good and bad like the Goodfellas and Jesus
First Biggie and Jay made it
I'll leave a bandana at your murder and make it gang related
The b**** at the Shoney's told me homie
Joell Ortiz:
Ortiz I'm the one and only
Pick a spot, I pick apart you dudes who pick a part
This ain't a movie, I feel bad like lookin at a pic of Pac
n***** hearts gettin sparked, everytime I give an arc
To my wrist and it twists like a spliff when I'm sittin in the park
Tall corny n***** ain't makin a bigger mark
I'm Boost drugs what I does got em runnin to get a narc
You guppies unlucky you in a tank with a shark
Teeth crooked like my dog who just finished a vicious bark
Royce Da 5′9:
Flick a dart through your top hat
Weak emcee's you cannot rap
Freq' where the drop at?
Now ya mad at Tahiri cause ya a** ain't famous
Get it n****? Ya a** ain't famous
Quit talkin about me cause ya a** ain't dangerous
They call me Hustler cause my mag game henious
Show up to Detroit thinkin everybody loves you
And I'ma come and show you that your a** ain't Raymond
Dumbin every line, me f***** b****** is like the cops
After a murder they comin everytime
Shelltoes, and wissam Jacket, the contractor
Still pushin elbows like a linebacker
And ya'll playin, my world wide b******
On my world wide watch I call it the broad band
Joey, no rules, gun shots no prob
No jewels, n***** say I got robbed
I'm still wearin my bling
And f*** 1st class I fly standin on Virgin America's wing
Nuts hang, knockin down sky scrapers
Take a p***, make it rain, I'm the American dream
Make it rain I ain't Pacman Jones
n****, b**** and my word, all a black man owns
Joe Budden:
If you in that man zone, how you figure to gain
Can't bowl a 300 in another n***** lane
Better aim, you dealin with a 7 - 10 split
Crooked I:
That's Long Beach cause we on some 710 s***
Joell Ortiz:
I been nice since 227 man s***
I am sick, and I'm never gettin better that's it
Give me somethin sharp to sever that p****
Like a group broke up I will dismember that click
Royce Da 5′9:
I'm a veteran remember that s***
We some internet rappers?
Then why you on our internet d***s
We'll be there when it's war callin
Either we high or we fly or the floor fallin
I'm a Tommy Gun, it ain't no best
The rap game like the St. Louis vs New York battle, nobody won
A bunch of f***** 2's, and 3's like zone defense
Joe Budden:
Please get at dude's Ortiz
Joell Ortiz:
Nah you beast em
Joe Budden:
Hold up, won't stop, can't stop, thank pops
Hard headed, gotta hit a wall first like a bank shot
Get it clear, a c**e head's a thin line between friend or foe
Won't let this s*** disappear
This fiscal year, I'ma stay hot buzzin
With dude's that help me shoot like A-rod cousin
walk in my shoes and ya feet get callus
From Jersey City to Caesar's Palace
I speak with malice just to make sure the streets get salvaged
Real talk where would all of us be without it
Slaughterhouse no fear, too many dudes Tyson Chandler
Tried to leave their team and went nowhere
Crooked I:
Like Tyson Chandler in the past n***** on some bullshit
Royce tell Preme I got a full clip
n***** used to run when they saw Suge's face
Faster then Joey and Joell in a foot race
Now you ask me where the incident took place
Don't check the internet check hood s***e
You dealin with some intelligent creatures
I don't touch guns I draw with telekinesis
No finger prints on Crooked's mag
I'm mixed with good and bad like the Goodfellas and Jesus
First Biggie and Jay made it
I'll leave a bandana at your murder and make it gang related
The b**** at the Shoney's told me homie
Joell Ortiz:
Ortiz I'm the one and only
Pick a spot, I pick apart you dudes who pick a part
This ain't a movie, I feel bad like lookin at a pic of Pac
n***** hearts gettin sparked, everytime I give an arc
To my wrist and it twists like a spliff when I'm sittin in the park
Tall corny n***** ain't makin a bigger mark
I'm Boost drugs what I does got em runnin to get a narc
You guppies unlucky you in a tank with a shark
Teeth crooked like my dog who just finished a vicious bark
Royce Da 5′9:
Flick a dart through your top hat
Weak emcee's you cannot rap
Freq' where the drop at?
Now ya mad at Tahiri cause ya a** ain't famous
Get it n****? Ya a** ain't famous
Quit talkin about me cause ya a** ain't dangerous
They call me Hustler cause my mag game henious
Show up to Detroit thinkin everybody loves you
And I'ma come and show you that your a** ain't Raymond
Dumbin every line, me f***** b****** is like the cops
After a murder they comin everytime
Shelltoes, and wissam Jacket, the contractor
Still pushin elbows like a linebacker
And ya'll playin, my world wide b******
On my world wide watch I call it the broad band