(feat. Tre Little)



[Royce talking]

D-12, worst fucking rap group ever (You ready?)



Royce Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family of my homeboy Bugz

for lettin' that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened

D-12 though, y'all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man too

Like I was tryna disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna disrespect y'all

'Cause that's what I'm doin' (gun-loading sound) from here on 'n

My new name from now on, don't even call me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'

Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)

I'm Malcolm X now haha, we gon' see who goin, I ain't goin nowhere motherfucker

We gon' see, e'rybody who against me, nigga I'm mad (BITCH)

Haha, yeah, there's only one problem

Everytime you motherfuckers breathe on the mic

It's a motherfuckin' lie nigga, nobody believes you [echoes]



We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN [x2]



Y'all niggaz sound like y'all write y'all rhymes with motherfuckin' crayons, BITCHES



[Royce Da 5'9"]

Yeah, what rap crew I gotta snatch up out the game (bitch)

Who must I smack for sayin my name?

Somebody gon' die, it's probably YOU

You couldn't fit Bizarre's body in my shoes

Niggaz quick to talk, all hood 'til I pop up

Plus, you just act tough cause Suge got locked up

I am above y'all, when you droppin your raps to diss me

I only recognize the top of your hats

And I don't like Proof punk-ass, he think he tough

He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!

I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck you up

Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up

You better hope you and the white boy keep in touch

And be a good little hype man, or your lease is up

Since Slim signed 50, I don't see your teeth as much

That's good, cause you got a grill like a fuckin truck!

DAMN HOMIE, it's history, over, hang it up

Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK

You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards

and get yo' ass whooped by B2K

I just wish Eminem would stop tellin' everybody he ain't speakin' to me

Like I'm one of his hoes or somethin'

How 'bout this, I ain't speakin to you, chump

And I'ma keep pickin on your weak ass crew

You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat stutterin fuck

You a joke, I choke whoever buttered you up

I've been ridin by your house, you don't come out too much

You hidin, when I find you I'ma snatch you out of that truck

and tie your fat stankin ass to your couch and just

FEED YOU, you already look like you about to bust

Nigga you can run or hide; I'll be on your porch

with a cheeseburger tryin to lure you outside!

'Cause he's in it, Bizarre say G-g-g-g-g-g-unit

I bet you throw some extra "g's" in it

Just like a stutterin' fool can't reach intelligence

He sweats when he raps, cuz he got a speach impediment

You, BITCH, Porky's pig and Porky's tomb

About to dig his own grave with a fork and spoon

You, BITCH, Denaun and Swifty please

Give it in, both y'all be wreckin' 50's lease

What do I know, that other nigga y'all got in your group

I don't even know his name, but he can shovel my snow

You, BITCH, let's face it I gave it to y'all

My lil' sister got six puppies that's braver than y'all (barking sounds)

Niggaz is startin' the beef I'm 'bout to end with the quickness

I'm 'bout to end this quicker than Bizarre can finish a biscuit

Quicker than quick shit, y'all ain't felt the half

Quicker than Eminem can pinch Elton's ass

Don't call me, I ain't ready to squash it yet, kiss my ASS

I don't wanna talk to Hex, I am so sick I should be compared to cancer

Y'all thought y'all dudes don't swing like Fred G.? Sanford

I be makin' motherfuckers crash they heads when I rhyme

Y'all lil' niggaz crack ya heads then rhyme, go play;

you lil punk ass niggaz, y'all can scream and yell all you want

I feel like I'm battlin' Keenan & Kel

You, BITCH, none o' y'all can put in the card to kill

Paul better call me, like he called Benzino

Matter o' fact, I might even do a song with Ray

Sign with Murder Inc. and hit you with a song again



We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN [x4]



[Royce talking]

I don't even want you lil' punks to think I'm mad

Y'all lil' niggaz are Ninja Turtles, you're nothing

Nothin', you not on my level, I will beat yo bust ass nigga

Tre Little, bring it on



[Tre Little]

Tre Little, the baby gorrilla, I'm just that guy

I'm 5'6", got stacked lines, shit that high, I'm ridin'

FUCK you and your commercial appeal

I turn yo' head into blue 'n yellow +Purple Hills+

I bet you whatever that nobody beats my family

Eminem, Nelly said that he'll eat you like candy

What did you do, got on the phone and called him up

You don't wanna talk to Royce, but you talk to us

You, BITCH, yo' crew some local hoes

I hit you harder than that white girl that broke your nose

You and Royce can squash this with one talk

Step around from your security and talk to that man

I understand you backin' yo' crew, but this my brother

Anythin' that happen to him, somethin' gonna happen to you

And I don't give a fuck for that, nigga, I'll do life

I advise you to stop; yo' money don't buy you stripes

Only thing that money brings is fake niggaz and problems

Followed by niggaz who hate fake niggaz and rob 'em

But you niggaz is WACK; Denaun I'ma stab you

So many times, I'ma feel bad when you collapse!

You niggaz is so BITCH you make me sick to my stomach

Every beat that you ever made sound like it was missin' somethin'

Timbaland lookin' ass, nigga, my style is realer

What producer you ever know only good for album filler



We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN [x2]



[Royce talking]

You!, Yea, punk ass niggaz, yea we in the streets now too, nigga

Big Homie's out nigga, what up



[Tre Little talking]

Yea you studderin ass motherfuckers, what y'all thought

My brother here ain't have no backbone?

Nigga, it's on when I see y'all

Proof what the fuck you thinkin' of nigga, that's cash boy

Need the white boy to get y'all started ass niggaz

Fuck y'all hoes, I told Royce I ain't like that motherfucka

Faggots, I smack the shit outta any one o' y'all niggaz

Sell my bill one nigga

What the fuck y'all thought nigga y'all'll get bought bitch

Street orientated; y'all motherfuckers hate it

Learn how to flow stop bein' mad y'all bitches

Trick, trick, when I catch yo' bitch ass, yea dude

Asked about cash nigga, you comin' to yo' doom

You'll end up like click boom, bitch

Rock City motherfucker, regardless

Get the point bitch, or get the hollows motherfucker

It's Cash Flow, bitch, Big Homie