[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9']
If any one of you players in here oppose me
I'll tear your season apart like D. Rose's knee
Call me the original gangster - O.G
I'll split your head to the white meat - poultry
That's why my legacy starts where your era begins
I've taken over this franchise like Jeremy Lin
Y'all niggas buyin' your own albums, you pay to sell
Who dares to compare an Alpha to a Beta male?
You lames ain't as hot as me, look the other direction
I'll turn your brain to cottage cheese like some butt injections
Baby, that navel piercing just ain't gon' work
If your fuckin' stomach lookin' like some balled-up homework
I'm the flyest nigga flyin' here, Ryan yeah, pioneer
Try me here, you're dying here
I am where the guided... where the iron, where?
It's only Just, me and Tony Touch
Sippin' Patron out a styrofoamy cups
[Verse 2: Crooked I]
Fifty emcees, how many fans can Tony touch?
Special hoes call us testicles, they know we nuts
I'm the opposite of horny sluts - I don't give a fuck
When it come to shootin', I'm Kobe clutch
Put 'em on mute when they know the boss is speakin'
Our album's comin' out before it's supposed to
That's how I leave 'em leakin'
Pussy, you tampon - I'm in San Juan
With some Puerto Ricans that'll merk you in church
And ignore the deacon
I'm the god of the West Coast
A lot of niggas rappin' over there, I'm the best, though
House Gang matching in escrow, nigga, my neck glow
Like ODin' on coke, you'll get the death blow
I run these emcees like Master J
Don't get it backwards like Paul Revere
Rest in peace MCA
AKs, semis and clips, I'm from Long Beach
Eastside, the city of Crips, cous'
If any one of you players in here oppose me
I'll tear your season apart like D. Rose's knee
Call me the original gangster - O.G
I'll split your head to the white meat - poultry
That's why my legacy starts where your era begins
I've taken over this franchise like Jeremy Lin
Y'all niggas buyin' your own albums, you pay to sell
Who dares to compare an Alpha to a Beta male?
You lames ain't as hot as me, look the other direction
I'll turn your brain to cottage cheese like some butt injections
Baby, that navel piercing just ain't gon' work
If your fuckin' stomach lookin' like some balled-up homework
I'm the flyest nigga flyin' here, Ryan yeah, pioneer
Try me here, you're dying here
I am where the guided... where the iron, where?
It's only Just, me and Tony Touch
Sippin' Patron out a styrofoamy cups
[Verse 2: Crooked I]
Fifty emcees, how many fans can Tony touch?
Special hoes call us testicles, they know we nuts
I'm the opposite of horny sluts - I don't give a fuck
When it come to shootin', I'm Kobe clutch
Put 'em on mute when they know the boss is speakin'
Our album's comin' out before it's supposed to
That's how I leave 'em leakin'
Pussy, you tampon - I'm in San Juan
With some Puerto Ricans that'll merk you in church
And ignore the deacon
I'm the god of the West Coast
A lot of niggas rappin' over there, I'm the best, though
House Gang matching in escrow, nigga, my neck glow
Like ODin' on coke, you'll get the death blow
I run these emcees like Master J
Don't get it backwards like Paul Revere
Rest in peace MCA
AKs, semis and clips, I'm from Long Beach
Eastside, the city of Crips, cous'
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