Started - Moss, DJ Premier, Joe Budden

Uh, yeah, uh

Joe Jeter’s finest

It’s what they wanted right?

Okay, okay

No need to remind em, look they can’t find em

Haters can’t line em, labels can’t sign em

Chicks wanna suck on dick but he decline em

School wouldn’t want two June to realign em

Redesign em, pleasure and pan rock bottom

Reign laced we damn straight out the same asylum

God’s favourite, spit a few bars to play with

New cause is the basics

Moving stars through the matrix

Who lie, who lie, bring the greens and bravos

We done seen the cycle

Give these feigns some agua

At the Bugatta, just a hoe and you chilling

It’s your boy in the building

I’m back with coordinated killing

Damned for a dog, pulled around with a snout

Getting her to to show him love

Outta town in them clubs

Hands faded, no offence, I am the greatest

First thing all the ladies mention me with the majors, majors

Yep, tell you once but won’t tell you twice

Like my man AZ said, everything goes up

Mention us with the majors

My man MoSS on the beat

Let’s you know it’s all real

That’s why we keep doing it big

No small things around us, that’s how we started

Can’t forget that, I’m a give you an example

Now we have Joe Budden, showing up

What you gon' do?

Talk to em

Bet that, talk to em then

At the drop o' one dime

No bread, one crime

Blue suits, side rims, so that’s one time

Nick Cannon run wild

Fuck a con, but you going for a punchline

Watch sunshine

Sacrifice winning with somber on your mind

Ain’t looking cause I don’t wanna wonder what I find

My head’s to the wall, shades off, I’m a head to the fall

Lil' nigga, if you scared get a door

Eyes well running, slash in the room running

Whole friend footed like we just keep it a hunnid

Steady fasting, ride the coupe or you gon' plummet

It come with the territory

Get rid of your weak stomach

Fuck man, fuck man, fuck man

Okay, okay, okay

My man MoSS on the beat

But look, look, look

Look, look, look