[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9']

If any one of you players in here oppose me

I'll tear your season apart like D. Rose's knee

Call me the original gangster - O.G

I'll split your head to the white meat - poultry

That's why my legacy starts where your era begins

I've taken over this franchise like Jeremy Lin

Y'all niggas buyin' your own albums, you pay to sell

Who dares to compare an Alpha to a Beta male?

You lames ain't as hot as me, look the other direction

I'll turn your brain to cottage cheese like some butt injections

Baby, that navel piercing just ain't gon' work

If your fuckin' stomach lookin' like some balled-up homework

I'm the flyest nigga flyin' here, Ryan yeah, pioneer

Try me here, you're dying here

I am where the guided... where the iron, where?

It's only Just, me and Tony Touch

Sippin' Patron out a styrofoamy cups

[Verse 2: Crooked I]

Fifty emcees, how many fans can Tony touch?

Special hoes call us testicles, they know we nuts

I'm the opposite of horny sluts - I don't give a fuck

When it come to shootin', I'm Kobe clutch

Put 'em on mute when they know the boss is speakin'

Our album's comin' out before it's supposed to

That's how I leave 'em leakin'

Pussy, you tampon - I'm in San Juan

With some Puerto Ricans that'll merk you in church

And ignore the deacon

I'm the god of the West Coast

A lot of niggas rappin' over there, I'm the best, though

House Gang matching in escrow, nigga, my neck glow

Like ODin' on coke, you'll get the death blow

I run these emcees like Master J

Don't get it backwards like Paul Revere

Rest in peace MCA

AKs, semis and clips, I'm from Long Beach

Eastside, the city of Crips, cous'

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]

You are now tuned in...

Man, I hope you've been tuned into the most influential

Beat-ruining human being on fluid

Puerto Rican speakin', check me out with the yaowa movement

I'm Mr. Everybody's Favorite Line

Mr. Unofficial Remixer - hop on there and make it mine

Mr. Stage Ripper, send that grip and ain't a place and time

Mr. Never Front On The Hood - no Mercedes sign

Mr. No Missus, just dope bitches takin' fine licks of mine

From-behind stick it 'til they taste the slime

I'm so gangster, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me

...like I care, if it's weave in your hair, I've got trees and a beer

Meet me in the stairs

But be careful, cause last time you got pee on your gear

I'll never change cause I touch cake

Fuck crushed grapes

Give me Dutch papes and a Touch tape, fuck-face