[Intro: M.O.P.]
They think they rid ourselves
We definitely got to give the drummer somethin (Come on!)
Slaughterhouse, M.O.P., everybody (Come on!)
[Joell Ortiz]
H-E- (what?) L-L-O, I'm one hell of a show
I'm the best, you stuck in the middle like L-M-N-O
I'll p*ss on you, let every toxic elements go
All you pussies is f*cked, call me now celibate Joe
Ay Slaughterhouse, let's go rock "Ed Sullivan Show"
I literally can't front, I'm back like never befo'
I'mma rap my letter to hoes, dear prostitute
I miss y'all lettin me slap my head on your nose
Where the f*ck is my guitar? It couldn't of went far
Oh yeah, I smashed it on homie head in that Brooklyn bar
Man I'm somewhere in between a crook and a star
Had some more bars but I left my rap book in the car
[Hook: M.O.P.]
Yo, this that Woodstock hood hop
Hands up if you f*ckin with it
We reppin Brooklyn, Jersey
Long Beach, Detroit (Come on!)
[Crooked I]
Geah, spaz out, knock a n*gga ass out
Knew he had a paper thin chin and a glass mouth
West Coast sh*t, seven-deuce glass house
Got a Lil' Fame so me and my Posse Mash Out
I ain't got a college degree
Just the Circle of Bosses, the Slaughter's in me, pardon me G
I just wanna f*ck your daughter and flee
And leave all that married sh*t in the background like I'm father MC
Ha ha, c*cky, but don't be a copycat
When you see me rockin that, LA Kings hockey hat
I'm the king of LA, do you copy that?
It's time for some change like Obama in a laundry-mat
[Hook]
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Do y'all want problems with us? I guess not
Broadcastin live from a Pyrex pot
The steeets know that we nice, try your best shot
Speech coded in ice, dialect's hot
Everybody (Come on) get cool
Beef in big shoes, gun talkin repetitive call it Chip-Fu
You ain't never heard of me mami you excused
I don't only diss dudes
You sleepin on us, that's what it is, just understand
That I ain't gettin a wink of sleep 'til you lookin at the back of your lids
I'm a lyrical ounce of piff, still countin them chips
For real mami, Slaughterhouse in this (b*tch)
[Hook]
[Joe Budden]
Look, I'm not a gang-banger, more like game changer
With tamed anger, alias lover name changer
Liable to pop at kids and aim flamers
I'm why your parents told you not to entertain strangers
Dope get it, top notch, flow sickest
Best out, don't blame me it's no spitters
So vicious on the road to riches
From now on call me Mr. why is they chasin all of your old b*tches
From the hood New Jersey and I claim this
Oxymoron, rob with the dirty and stainless
c*ck back, high saddity so I keep the top back
So when the streets is watchin, I could watch back
[Hook]