[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]

You herbs, we merged, we're an alliance

We fight fire with flamethrowers, why would you try us?

We a outfit, equivalent to Voltrons

That boy Crooked I's equivalent to four arms

Joell Ortiz is the body

The cannibal-slash-killer: kill you, then eat your body

Joe Budden is the pair of legs

He run shit, alongside I, the apparent head

I am the general, bow now

Fuck saluting, I don't really think y'all niggas get it

Run up on you with an army, it is on 'til it's done, finished

You got a problem with any one of my Slaughters

Then y'all niggas can come with us

Me and Joey, we a perfect fit, he like startin' shit, I like endin' shit

I don't squash the beef, I don't bend a bit

It ain't intricate, I'm gon' shoot your stupid ass

You choose to laugh, you gon' die smilin, try wildin'

I get hostile, then I'm violent

I don't make threats, nigga, I promise

My style is Stalin mixed with sick lyrics

If you hear it, it'll lift your spirit

Turn your appearance to a disappearance

When I d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-ding!

[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]

I fuck with nothing but gangstas

Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (Hut!)

I fuck with nothing but my clique

Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off (Hut!)

I fuck with nothing but gangstas

Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (Hut!)

I put my money on my clique

Hot shit coming out of the barrel of my fif'

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]

I got a raw flow, and I stay hungry more so

Guess that's why I'm the torso

I pour sweat when I perform shows

What I record goes down as the best

But the vets won't let that torch go

Y'all can keep it, they got flashlights now, and flamethrowers

And I got one on my back right now—"Remain focused"

That's what I tell myself now and then

Don't wanna go back to that block like where Varejao defends

Uh-oh, my stomach growls again

I ain't none of you cowards' friends

Every human out of my sight before I count to ten (Woo!)

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

I'm hungry like I never ate (Rrrrrr)

Set a table up with knives, forks, and spoons

I'm 'bout to get a plate

All these weak dummies lookin' yummy like a pepper steak

Me and these streets'll never separate, we ain't married

Yeah, but every time I touch a pen, I sorta set a date

I'll devastate your career, look, I'ma demonstrate

Let me get a good breath I take before I regulate

Okay, bye-bye, you guys

Don't try to rhyme 'cause line for line, what I design is mine

And my point is: I'm divine and I'm right behind

The big guy that shines all the light in mine

So my eyes can find a nice dime to grind

Come here, girl—toma, toma, take that, take that!

[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]

I fuck with nothing but gangstas

Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (Hut!)

I fuck with nothing but my clique

Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off (Hut!)

I fuck with nothing but gangstas

Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (Hut!)

I put my money on my clique

Hot shit coming out of the barrel of my fif'

[Verse 3: Crooked I]

You rappers chasing popularity by any means, doing silly things

Buying too many size 20 skinny jeans

The West treat me like I'm really king

I'm Pacquiao in the Philippines, illest thing them niggas seen

You rappers dressing like you finna sing "Billie Jean"

I gotta intervene—fuck you, I'ma intervene

You loud-talking wouldn't kill a thing

Matter of fact, where's your head, nigga? I got the guillotine

Fuck your Hollywood limousine and rented bling

I give you three red dots and I call it a triple-beam

I'll put your pad on your property, fag

Properly rob you and hop in the Jag

If you stopping the profit, the Glock'll be popping

Your body'll rock a colostomy bag

Shot in the abs, moms'll be sad, pops'll be mad, doctor be glad

Possibly stopping the plasma dropping

Clock running out and the outcome bad

Any one of you niggas that fuck with my team

Pretty-ass thing with the infrared beam

Sleep on that and get killed while you dream

Fuck a rap group, Slaughterhouse a machine

Slaughterhouse a regime

I'm gooned up if you know what I mean

Everybody wanna be down with the king

N-N-N-N-No-Fly Zone

[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]

I fuck with nothing but gangstas

Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (Hut!)

I fuck with nothing but my clique

Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off (Hut!)

I fuck with nothing but gangstas

Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (Hut!)

I put my money on my clique

Hot shit coming out of the barrel of my fif'

[Verse 4: Joe Budden]

My one goal's to astonish

Tell the President, V.P., (You could) notify the Congress

They say I'm arrogant, pompous, but I'm honest

I tell 'em, "Keep an accomplice away from the accomplished"

They still making threats on Your Highness

But I tell 'em where I be, they just ignore the compass

I think all your mans Play-Doh

I don't buy that movie, "Fandango," fans they know that, what!

You a soldier to a general, baby steel

Got it in the bag, airtight, Navy SEAL

Tell lil' dudes, I ain't mad at y'all, college kids like Asher Roth

Y'all just trying to put food on the table

Well, I'ma just come and try snatch it off

If it ain't for me, most young dudes'd be angrily (Whoa, whoa)

But anxiously awaiting bankruptcy

Wonder what makes lil' motherfuckers think they're the same as me

I'm synchronized, you and your mans'll die

Learn certain shit you ain't meant to try

Got the ground covered with some niggas in disguise

Best bet's to attempt to fly

Shit's a gang, you down, you in for life

Fuck y'all, I ain't gotta generalize

Y'all ain't able to write what the pen describes

So when he ask what I meant and why, I tell him

[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]

I fuck with nothing but gangstas

Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (Hut!)

I fuck with nothing but my clique

Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off (Hut!)

I fuck with nothing but gangstas

Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (Hut!)

I put my money on my clique

Hot shit coming out of the barrel of my fif'