作曲 : Anthony Scott
 作词 : Anthony Scott
[Verse 1: Julius
Crooked dice, dice
Crooked dice, dice
Rolling with Crooked, dice, dice
Holding loaded sh*t like rolling with
Crooked, Dice, Dice, get it, get it, get it
Julius, Kenny, Kenny, Kenny, who we missing?
Oh, Demetrius
Ghost n*ggas, ghost n*ggas, n*gga now we even
I get ghost power when I'm squeezing that Tommy Eakin
You probably eating your vegetables when it's time for beefin'
That mean you don't want beef you want a squash like some kind of vegan
This the beginning, this the eve of the Adam's family
Graduated from the savage academy
Gladiators and we clap at anatomy
Calculated when we plannin' a strategy
Mental insanity, Amityville
My will to kill is so strong that Jesus couldn't take the wheel
The Satsui ain't no hotter flow I'm gookin'
I show Ryuken, the show Ryuken fused in with the dark hado then throw Hadoukens
I told you my flows Akuma in the Kuma tape
I boombayeh with the flow I'm using
[Verse 2: Dice
So I see a rapper still on that same sh*t
Y'all basic, you ain't bar raising, get off the weight bench
Me and my n*ggas going apesh*t like Bee and Jay sh*t
Creating greatness is like work, we call it day shift
Every 365 my squad stock rage
You can put my entire rap group in your top five
Word of advice don't f*ck around with Dice
That's not wise, I give out Colombian Neckties
N*gga that's mob ties
Wait, you n*ggas come up missing on forensic files
Catch a n*gga when he with his Mrs. finna give his vows
On his wedding day, let it spray, then I'm in and out
I get away with murder you heard of the Simpson trial?
Me and my n*ggas stick together this a brotherhood
Y'all don't stick together you ain't even from your brother's hood
F*ck with us I used to wish a motherf*cker would
But I get bored, I wish a motherf*cker could
[Verse 3: Demetrius
Yeah my family giving these people the business
Shoes and Crook formed the group
The Beatles linking with Hendrix
These brothers compliment each other
Like Snoop and D-R-E on Deep Cover
I beat the beat up never recover
Buzzard beater sh*t, my shot is quick like tryna beat buzzers
This is America, I shoot a lethal weapon, the Glover
Got y'all attention now but first you hate it
Now you on the Crews' nuts just like Terry's perverted agent
I spit aggressive on samples
I'm finna behead every one of my competitors
Theirs heads is resting on mantels
I'm wrecking your castle
Better respect it or meet death in war
I'm Thanos my flow smoother than Tesla door handles
Yeah, f*ck a co-sign, you keep that, we don't need that
We the only rappers in this industry that never need stamps
I let you motherf*ckers have it like a father's day gift
Believe that, we giving rappers more shots than Drink Champs
[Verse 4: Kenny
Stop coloring my hair, 'cause these n*ggas ruined it
Now it's like an orgy, everybody is doing it
Some even dyed their eyebrows
I don't like how these n*ggas look with my style
So on my bright idea, I turned the lights out
Like click, switching up is light work
Light switch killing n*ggas night night
From my stick leave 'em dead like I hit 'em with a right right quick
Leader of the fight sh*t I pilot
They do whatever to get chicks I do know
Never been a thirsty n*gga been had the juice tho
These rappers don't wanna see lyricists make it
Like their tats is written all over their faces
But when they b*tch, want substance
They play this, yo trust me
'Cause I'll bare my soul where my heart like my cuff link
I go in, without an enter sign, might end the human race
With a line, that's the finish line
Would speak on an enterprise for you fans to witness
But I'ma keep it to myself because that's family business
[Verse 5: KXNG Crooked
I'm like a retired mobster that moved to Miami's trenches
Resigned from a Slaughterhouse, then he opens a family business
And I finally understand why this industry got it out for me
'Cause I really know, the n*ggas that hung Vanilla Ice off that balcony but back to family business
Nobody's rapping iller, pack artillery, strap concealer
Reactin' fast as killers like asking a caterpillar to smack up a black gorilla
We show you backwards n*ggas in a lab that you lacking chemistry
Go crazy, getting it in
Bars get made 'cause they been in a pen
Flip those pages, rip those stages, killed your favorite and did it again
Most your fans don't know this
You get poked by your pimp while he kiss on his trick
I'ma call that hocus pocus
I been the dopest for the longest
Whats my focus I want smoke with your whole goat list
Like the ghost of Big L wrote this Magnum Opus
I'm the closest to the greats n*gga
Closest to the greats
[Outro: KXNG Crooked
Yeah family business
We bust slugs off
Y'all drunk off that dumb talk, you hear me
Chuck Taylor stepping across a Persian rug
That's how a godfather plug walk (Ay)
We brung chalk (haha)
'Cause nobody can out rhyme us (Nobody)
See us we the coroners
That mean nobody can outline us