[Intro: Royce da 5'9"]

Yo, yo, this is a J-dogg exclusive

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 motherf**ker

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

Haha, yeah, there's only one problem

Everytime you motherf**kers breathe on the mic

It's a motherf**kin' lie nigga, nobody believes you (*echoes*)

Y'all niggas sound like y'all write y'all rhymes with motherf**kin' crayons, BITCHES

[Hook]

We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)

[Verse 1: 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

Niggas 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 niggas with him, cause he weak as f**k!

I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma f**k 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 f**kin truck!

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

Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK

You speak you 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 f**k

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 front

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, cause 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 a year, both a y'all be rakin' 50's leaves

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)

Niggas 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 throw up your dukes and don't swing like Fred G.? Sanford

I be makin' motherf**kers scratch they heads when I rhyme

Y'all lil' niggas scratch ya heads then rhyme, go play;

You lil punk ass niggas, 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 kenell

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 today

[Hook]

We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (4x)

[Interlude: Royce da 5'9"]

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

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

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

Tre Little, bring it on

[Verse 2: 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'

F**K 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 Puff

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 f**k 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 niggas and problems

Followed by niggas who hate fake niggas and rob 'em

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

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

You niggas 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

[Hook]

We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)

[Outro: Tre Little & Royce da 5'9"]

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

Big Homie's out nigga, what up

Yea you add water and stir ass motherf**kers, what y'all thought

My brother here ain't have no backbone?

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

Proof what the f**k you thinkin' of nigga, this cash boy

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

F**k y'all hoes, I told Royce I ain't like that motherf**ka

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

Sell my bill one nigga

What the f**k y'all thought nigga y'all'll get bought bitch

Street orientated; y'all motherf**kers 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 motherf**ker, regardless

Get the point bitch, or get the hollows motherf**ker

It's Cash Flow Bitch

Big Homie