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[Bun B]Let&#39;s get it started like transmission and alternators<br /> Got the keys in the cage ready for who you call the greatest<br /> Takin &#39;em down from the biggest bitches to smallest haters<br /> I&#39;m &#39;bout to serve these niggaz, call &#39;em waiters<br /> Got my mind right, money right, ready for war<br /> And I got the C4, under my competitor&#39;s car<br /> These niggaz runnin &#39;round talkin &#39;bout they better than moi<br /> When I&#39;m done all that&#39;s gon&#39; be left bitch is ya head and ya bra<br /> Bitch I&#39;m ahead of the pack, and I&#39;m ahead of the game<br /> And I put yo&#39; head on a platter you put some shit on my name<br /> Bitch I&#39;m the shit, see the stains that I done left on the track?<br /> And I ain&#39;t sayin no names but I left the best on they back<br /> And they ain&#39;t sayin no names so I gotta say it myself<br /> I&#39;m finger fuckin this game so you gotta play with yourself<br /> Don&#39;t pull a K off the shelf, or pull a strap out the stash<br /> I ain&#39;t gotta draw the pistol, I will chop at yo&#39; ass<br /> I just let the hands of God toe-tap on you fast<br /> Leave you mashed like potatoes on the top of the grass<br /> Call the coppers to catch me and they&#39;ll just tell you to drop it<br /> I&#39;ll find you sooner or later, and they can&#39;t do shit to stop it<br /> Got that thang and I&#39;ma pop it like a bubble on the double<br /> I am trouble in the flesh, you can&#39;t see me with the Hubble<br /> We ain&#39;t wishin these niggaz good luck, go get a clover<br /> This Bun B, it&#39;s "B.E. 3," this shit is over<br /> [Crooked I]SLAUGHTERHOUUUUUSE! (Whoo, Kiiiiiiiid!)<br /> [Joe Budden]Look at ya man look back at me, yeah I know, sickenin huh?<br /> Few got a Porsche with only two doors, need to upgrade cause you missin some<br /> We just got two different bills, different styles, different sums<br /> Started as a drive-by, ended as a hit-and-run<br /> Stop me in the streets, let it be properly when you greet<br /> Fuck lookin for me, I&#39;m on your property if it&#39;s beef<br /> Not for robbery of ya piece, it&#39;s lobomomy with my peeps<br /> That comraderie is usually sodomy for the beat<br /> &#39;Less my critics put a lens on them, so I could look through it<br /> Shut the fuck up, probably mean that you too shook to do it<br /> We&#39;d see two pennies to your name, yet you so saucy<br /> When I fix this game you can (Thank Me Later) for it, no Aubrey<br /> Switch my demeanor up I&#39;m, off my 380 shit<br /> My, future&#39;s bright, stars is by my head, baby shit<br /> Make me sick, what you eat don&#39;t make me shit<br /> Found out the reason they hate me is my God-like presence, must be athiest<br /> While all of the frauds in rap is talkin swag put a fork in that<br /> Slaughter&#39;s back, listen nigga I got houses all across the map<br /> Even got a Boston pad, got this bitch from Boston bad<br /> Well put her in a wrestlin move, but I heard she got that (Boston Crab)<br /> Batteries in your back, go by what he say<br /> Just need you to know that it&#39;s no lee-way, and the tables are turned, go DJ<br /> <br /> So you know what that blindfold&#39;s for<br /> That bloodshed&#39;s a secret, let&#39;s keep it behind closed doors<br /> [Chorus: Royce Da 5&#39;9"]Who you said was dope again?<br /> Ay, it ain&#39;t nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us<br /> Who you said was hot again?<br /> Ay ay, it ain&#39;t nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us<br /> Who you say could spit again?<br /> Ay, it ain&#39;t nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us<br /> Who you say was dope again?<br /> Ay ay, it ain&#39;t nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us<br /> [Crooked I]I&#39;m the present and the future<br /> Like Christmas in 2012 I&#39;m the present in the future, an executive producer<br /> You will never get to choose ya destiny cause you a pessimistic loser<br /> Mess with me and I&#39;ll definitely shoot ya<br /> I&#39;ma do&#39;s ya like I&#39;m reppin the Yakuza<br /> Die hard like I&#39;m sexin with Medusa, do somethin nigga<br /> Born thuggin, I don&#39;t fuck with the cock<br /> Nuts hang down my pant leg, balls tucked in my socks<br /> I ain&#39;t gotta act tough to get a couple of props<br /> Little nigga raised hisself, I don&#39;t know what&#39;s up with my pops<br /> Do I think I&#39;m the dopest, in America? I do<br /> Make you switch your whole style like you&#39;re datin Erykah Badu<br /> Pair of Ferragamo shoes, I will stomp you<br /> I&#39;m fucked up, like the relationship between Farrakhan and Jews<br /> I&#39;m spankin this instrumental, like a wrinkly old bitch<br /> I&#39;m whippin the kick and snare, make &#39;em pick they own switch<br /> I&#39;m smarter than computers that know how to fix they own glitch<br /> I&#39;ll leave you face down, like chicks who lick they own tits<br /> And from this day forward, Crooked is aging backwards<br /> Gettin younger and fresher, puttin bums under some pressure<br /> Yes sir! Watch the next Slaughterhouse album<br /> Every line is white powder, I ain&#39;t talkin &#39;bout talcum<br /> I am tighter than "The Biggest Losers" cruisin in a Smart car<br /> Distinguished alkie, the flask on the armoire<br /> I&#39;m from the home of the most popular bomb weed<br /> Most proper, hoes rock with my partners who top seed<br /> Po&#39; vodka, we gon&#39; bottle pop in the calm breeze<br /> No copper can stop a COB star - I&#39;m a giant<br /> Dumpin my cigar ashes out on top of the palm trees<br /> Chrome chopper, if I squeeze you drop on the concrete<br /> You wanna talk about the paper? Oh let&#39;s do it<br /> Batter pocket syndrome, the money we gon&#39; abuse it<br /> Still gettin out-of-town paper so don&#39;t confuse it<br /> Tell the hip-hop cops nah, it&#39;s only music<br /> And haters steady eavesdroppin on "The Bar Exam"<br /> Probably in your trunk now dependin on what car I ram<br /> [Chorus]Lyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>