[Intro: Joe Budden]
Welcome to the 40/40!
There's an age limit and dress a code
No 80-year-old rappers
And no ma'fucking wallet chains
And tight pants and colorful fucking shirts!
And don't come naked though
Hahahahah!
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
That motherfucking beef ain't new to us! (whoooo!) Get off my computer nuts
'Fore I go Freddie Foxx from the Flavor Unit bus!
Plus, you know my La Costra Nostra
I stretch a nigga out like he Rosa Acosta!
Nope, you blew it! — I'm a boxer I could mop a lame
"Oh, Let's Do It"! I hit you with the Waka Flocka Flame (Flame!)
I don't need backing, so there's no need for Shady (uh-huh!)
There's no need for police, your homies, your lady! (HOE!)
We can lace them up, Paperview, however you wanna do
And then donate all the proceeds to Haiti! (whooo!)
Your man's major!
I keep a hitman with me that done took more people than Fantasia! [gunshots] (uhh!)
I'm bonkers, I'm cuckoo! I'm beyond gonzo (cuckooooooooooooooooooooooo!)
The rocket launcher is like part of my ensemble! (hahaha!)
On top of that — I got niggas in Boston who got my back
And they gon' assist me like Rajon Rondo! (whoo!)
So fuck peace!
The day I quit beefin'be the same day I grow a hangnail on my buttcheek!
My momma got fangs, my daddy got ducks feet!
I was genetically predisposed to fuck freaks!
I'm like my nigga Joe B.!
I ain't worry about the win as long as I get the girl in the end! (girl in the end!) (Ho!)
Y'all niggas be dead if looks could kill
My money taller than y'all; y'all spending Bushwick Bills
And y'all ghetto! (and y'all ghetto!) - Squeezing — you weak when I spark metal (whoo!)
You leaking, therefore you're squeaking to falsetto!
My shit is nothing like you heard before
Get it, right? My shit is knocking like our words be doors!
We can fight! (hahaha!) — That's right, put your dukes up
And let you fist pump - like you on the Jersey Shore! (Jersey Shore!)
Paranoia is my normal activity, I ghost you!
Have you seeing "Paranormal Activity"? I roast you!
When he rhyming (whoooo!) off the pa-tron! - You might wanna quit trying!
He will burn you like Penny's mama offa Good Times!
I'm fly as shit, but grounded like the Gaza Strip!
But let's be honest, I'm surrounded by a thousand tits!
I claimed the town before I give you lames the crown
You'll get it soon as Snoop gains a pound
Hahaha! - We too vicious, plus we got pits in the back an'
"Dirty Money" like them two bitches Puffy backin'
(Whooooooo-Aaaahhhhhhhhhh!)
Welcome to the 40/40!
There's an age limit and dress a code
No 80-year-old rappers
And no ma'fucking wallet chains
And tight pants and colorful fucking shirts!
And don't come naked though
Hahahahah!
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
That motherfucking beef ain't new to us! (whoooo!) Get off my computer nuts
'Fore I go Freddie Foxx from the Flavor Unit bus!
Plus, you know my La Costra Nostra
I stretch a nigga out like he Rosa Acosta!
Nope, you blew it! — I'm a boxer I could mop a lame
"Oh, Let's Do It"! I hit you with the Waka Flocka Flame (Flame!)
I don't need backing, so there's no need for Shady (uh-huh!)
There's no need for police, your homies, your lady! (HOE!)
We can lace them up, Paperview, however you wanna do
And then donate all the proceeds to Haiti! (whooo!)
Your man's major!
I keep a hitman with me that done took more people than Fantasia! [gunshots] (uhh!)
I'm bonkers, I'm cuckoo! I'm beyond gonzo (cuckooooooooooooooooooooooo!)
The rocket launcher is like part of my ensemble! (hahaha!)
On top of that — I got niggas in Boston who got my back
And they gon' assist me like Rajon Rondo! (whoo!)
So fuck peace!
The day I quit beefin'be the same day I grow a hangnail on my buttcheek!
My momma got fangs, my daddy got ducks feet!
I was genetically predisposed to fuck freaks!
I'm like my nigga Joe B.!
I ain't worry about the win as long as I get the girl in the end! (girl in the end!) (Ho!)
Y'all niggas be dead if looks could kill
My money taller than y'all; y'all spending Bushwick Bills
And y'all ghetto! (and y'all ghetto!) - Squeezing — you weak when I spark metal (whoo!)
You leaking, therefore you're squeaking to falsetto!
My shit is nothing like you heard before
Get it, right? My shit is knocking like our words be doors!
We can fight! (hahaha!) — That's right, put your dukes up
And let you fist pump - like you on the Jersey Shore! (Jersey Shore!)
Paranoia is my normal activity, I ghost you!
Have you seeing "Paranormal Activity"? I roast you!
When he rhyming (whoooo!) off the pa-tron! - You might wanna quit trying!
He will burn you like Penny's mama offa Good Times!
I'm fly as shit, but grounded like the Gaza Strip!
But let's be honest, I'm surrounded by a thousand tits!
I claimed the town before I give you lames the crown
You'll get it soon as Snoop gains a pound
Hahaha! - We too vicious, plus we got pits in the back an'
"Dirty Money" like them two bitches Puffy backin'
(Whooooooo-Aaaahhhhhhhhhh!)
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