[Intro]
Yo, yo, yo
This your man Royce Da 5'9"

This your dude Crooked I
Man, Jump off Joe Beezy
It's Joell Ortiz


[Hook: Joell Ortiz]
Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse


[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Little ^!$$%s get your weight up $#&@ y'all, pay up

My bars just as slick as my dick and both stay up
Nicer than me, say what? Wait up, straight up
I finish ^!$$%s right off the bat like a layup

I seen a lot of come, I seen a lot of go
But y'all know where I'm from, B-R double O
You know the rest pimpin', yeah, I was bred different

Here come pops with the NY bop, you know, the leg limpin'
My ice mug frozen till it's stiff
Grimy ^!$$%, might wanna hold onto your (*##$

I got a way with women, I faithfully play with women
Let 'em suck on this bottle and pray that I throw a baby in 'em
I might just throw 'em a gold fronts

Pour up a cup of E & J and light up a dro blunt
I was never soft, never saw me flinchin' when they lettin' off
Never had to retaliate cause I set it off



[Hook]


[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9]
Ya'll know my name, (*##$, never change up my language

I'm just a rich ^!$$% from a city that's bankrupt
First we take oath
Then I'm pulling turquoise strings in my Lebron corks In Turks and Caicos

I came from wicked chair fame wearin' short sets
I learned that money can't buy happiness
But I decided I'd rather do all my cryin' in the Corvette

Make a dollar, buy a suit
Have a child, and have 'em follow suit
Wavin' that weatherchange things

Make the winter fall, coming through with everything to lose
Taking everything from you know
Let him finish his fall in his draws

And pray that he land on that minute hand in my Hublot
I'm about that Art Of War gospel
That Basquiat Picasso drawing a roscoe

Using the blood of a usual thug who was told die slow
Your money on me, bet it all, you know I'mma set it off


[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]

Let's skip the small talk and get right to the wealth
Truth is I give a $#&@, but it's right to myself
$#&@ fame, keep the %#@! I write to myself

If what I do is therapeutic, man, the slightest %#@! helps
Made angel dust my freshman year
Gave it a try, cool, little did I knew

Had the wrong meaning of high school
Teachers called him a sociopath and a liar
$#&@ them, only went to class for the cyphers

Now I'm gettin' bills for
The same thinking they tried to prescribe pills for
They said I needed a wrench, I'm a loose screw

Vital, suicidal, said I would kill mi amour
Wasn't speakin' in French, said I'd let it off
Never know who or what you might get

Main reason they never want me to set it off
You now dealing with four ^!$$%s that's never off
All bets off, so nah, you won't be better off


[Hook]


[Verse 4: Crooked I]
Jewish tats arm on my arm like a Semitic boss
Egyptian art hanging, uh, that's my Kemetic cross
Slaughterhouse set it off
Even got (*##$es wavin' our flag, Betsy Ross

Old school Chevy, the head is off
Decapitated Impala
Heavy lack from the weight of the llama
Still bear arms like a shaven koala
How you thinkin' like a faded neurology student

Is prudent when chasin' a dollar
So never mind, a clever rhyme
I'd rather find a better grind, forever times
Sittin' behind me because I'm ahead of mine
In this era I'm livin' outside of the paradigm

I'm comin' outside with a pair of dimes
Sharon and Caroline
Share a line then they share a 9 inch, never mind
I probably shouldn't even keep going
Cause these rappers keep hoein' with their teeth showing

I set it off

[Hook]

[Interlude]