[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
You herbs, we merged, we're an alliance
We fight fire with flamethrowers, why would you try us?
We a outfit, equivalent to Voltrons
That boy Crooked I's 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 run 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 you with an army, it is on 'til it's done, finished
You got a problem with any one of my Slaughters
Then y'all niggas can come with us
Me and Joey, we a perfect fit, he like startin' shit, I like endin' shit
I don't squash the beef, I don't bend a bit
It ain't intricate, I'm gon' shoot your stupid ass
You choose to laugh, you gon' die smilin, try wildin'
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 to a disappearance
When I d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-ding!
[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (Hut!)
I fuck with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off (Hut!)
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (Hut!)
I put my money on my clique
Hot shit coming out of the barrel of my fif'
You herbs, we merged, we're an alliance
We fight fire with flamethrowers, why would you try us?
We a outfit, equivalent to Voltrons
That boy Crooked I's 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 run 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 you with an army, it is on 'til it's done, finished
You got a problem with any one of my Slaughters
Then y'all niggas can come with us
Me and Joey, we a perfect fit, he like startin' shit, I like endin' shit
I don't squash the beef, I don't bend a bit
It ain't intricate, I'm gon' shoot your stupid ass
You choose to laugh, you gon' die smilin, try wildin'
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 to a disappearance
When I d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-ding!
[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (Hut!)
I fuck with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off (Hut!)
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (Hut!)
I put my money on my clique
Hot shit coming out of the barrel of my fif'
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