"Biatch! "
"For you! For, for you! For-for you! For you! " - "Fresh! " [x3]
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Nickel! Of course it's I
The fore ship come as no surprise
I'm low from my chauffeur drive
He married to the streets, he 'bout to divorce his bride
Now throw 'em up! Like you prayin to the porcelain god
Joey!
[Joe Budden:]
I understand why dudes would wanna off me (why?)
It's small beef, goldfish to Jaws' teeth
Knick game, next to Spike, got the floor seats (talk to 'em)
Expired tin plate but the Porsche speeds
Home to wall-to-wall marble in the floor see, Nickel!
[Royce Da 5'9" (Joe Budden):]
Spittin at your eulogy
All you rhyme about is shinin jewelry
You should change your name from MC to Tomfoolery
This is new to me and I will mop a nigga ass UP!
Do him like clean-up
(Or split him down the middle, we could) Do him like a pre-nup
(I mean get him for his re-up) Hoes down, G's up
[Joe Budden:]
Clean cut, pour somethin hot on your mean mug
Star Trek guns outta this world, get beamed up
The last two that you want to see team up
Or link up, FUCK any rapper you think of
Matter fact, ain't a better combo you could dream of
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9", Joe Budden]
