[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] Hey, we ain’t really gotta keep going through this If anybody wanna rap circles 'round you, my nigga, we 'bout to do it You about that bitch, dough, and that swag, that’s it Let me talk about us, we about that bitch, dough and that swag We about that sitting on that ave And because we sitting on that ave We about that pistol in that bag We about that fist fight, only after we grab a fist full of that cash We about that get right, what you have perceived the least but not last We are the sickest scribbling with that pen, that pencil and that pad And y'all talking this and that, so what My click can wrap my dough up Now picture that, I write the sloppiest verses down you seen I hand it in for green So I can buy all of my bitches bags with the stacks And call the cash chicken scratch Slaughter baby we just getting warm Y'all ain't fucking nothing we can't fuck Y'all ain't driving nothing we can't drive If we can't afford it we just take yours See ya'll little niggas just misinformed Shady blew up, took the game, turn around And ten years later he gave it to the
[Hook x2: Eminem] Juggernauts of this rap shit (7x) Like it or not
[Verse 2: Crooked I] Some of you niggas is bitches too, you rocking panties, huh Sit down when you pissing too, you niggas trannies, huh What you stand for is beneath me, you understand me, huh Niggas get X'd like the professor and juggernauts running our family, huh Homie I was making checks before that Martin Margiela And niggas was rocking Avirex, now hot rappers date my ex-s And I'm still rated X stick my dick so hard down a bitch's throat It'll come out the other side and turn a blowjob into anal sex Ain’t no next, cause I got now until I decide to to bow avow your style It ain’t gonna mean a thang cause I came to bring the pain like Tical Nigga, now, we're the juggernauts to this rap shit Bust a shot with ya ratchet When suckas dropping that whack shit
[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] Ask them hood niggas if I hug the block Ask these broads if I slide on that glove and uppercut that box Man I come from the roughest so if I come up in the spot And you bugging I’m tellin you suckas watch, I’m a take off that fucking watch And scratch a, bitch, I'll be on a nigga ear, scream Juggernaut He hot, that don’t mean that he nice, y'all get that confused a lot 2Pac, I don’t sacrifice what I write for the newest drop Big Pop, us big boys still clean down to the socks Then sprinkle a little Big L on top I’m with the fuck you gotta put, Porter rock With a pen and Eminem as a friend I’m touching this Entenmanns That’s cake, you little boys don’t get it so listen let’s make amends We don’t wanna be bullies, y’all wanna get beat up So lift your knees up and start running Or put your knees down on the ground and bow cause we the
[Hook x2]
[Verse 4: Joe Budden] Look, it's House Gang on that shady street Chill, y'all already know the address Where the eulogy's said, so they assuming he's dead Before that body hit that bag yet Be face to face with them slugs Sad cause my goons ain’t load that mag yet In the bottom of the ocean floating They hoping they gon find your ass with that drag net (nah) (Blat, blat, blat) You're listening to a juggernaut She just gon' sit by the pool 'til one nigga decide if I’m ready to fuck or not Rap is contingent on everything other than rap, so no we ain’t discussed a lot It's sad when they wasting your passion Not do it for cash when they tell me they up the pot Nigga you would too, if you knew, what this game would do to you Been in this since 2002, look at all the bullshit I've been through So called beef with nobody's, I mention them and they nobody's They say they killers got no bodies, I’m sober talkin