[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 n***as 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 bu*t injections
Baby, that navel piercing just ain't gon' work
If your f**in' stomach lookin' like some balled-up homework
I'm the flyest n***a 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 s*uts - I don't give a f**
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'
p**y, 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 n***as rappin' over there, I'm the best, though
House Gang matching in escrow, n***a, my neck glow
Like ODin' on coke, you'll get the d**h 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 b**hes takin' fine licks of mine
From-behind stick it 'til they taste the slime
I'm so gangster, prissy chicks don't wanna f** 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
f** crushed grapes
Give me Dutch papes and a Touch tape, f**-face