[Intro: Julius]
I think its time for these labels to fuck with a Shoe Gang n***a
That was Jigga, right? Why not start with them?
Roc Nation...

[Verse 1: Julius]
I need more digits than the number Pi, n***a
I'm on the low like a caterpillar, nothing but a fly n***a
Ay yo, let me speak to Jay-Hov, the n***a that made songs
Like "Ain't No" and "Change Clothes", the dude who made Dame dope
Made J. Cole a gang of pesos, Julius with the flow, I'm way froze
I'm J. Cold; this ain't hate though, I fuck with Jermaine
What up witchya mane, cut from the same cloth
Didn't grow up quite the same, naw
I've been on this West shit, Jigga, if you invest
You'll make a mint, that's an investment
Here's the breakdown, nobody's perfect but I'm God's gift
Rise and shine in the morning to this cold world, I hope that God gives
Us lost ones a dollar and a dream cause we can't get enough to work out
Shine some light please, no more Mr. Nice, watch this
Never told my story, but it's not a sideline story
I spit God-lines like God wrote guidelines for me

[Hook: Julius]
Ay yo, Roc Nation, fuck with a Shoe Gang n***a
Aftermath, fuck with a Shoe Gang n***a
M.M.G., fuck with a Shoe Gang n***a
Young Money, fuck with a Shoe Gang n***a
Roc Nation, fuck with a Shoe Gang n***a
Aftermath, fuck with a Shoe Gang n***a
M.M.G., fuck with a Shoe Gang n***a
Young Money, need to fuck with a Shoe Gang n***a
(Beat Change)

[Verse 2: Kenny]
Slow flow, so you'll understand each word
(Inhales) Plus the Kush got my speech slurred
Either way something dope's comin' out my mouth
Whether I release herb or release words
(Exhales) Herbivore, I need herbs
I'm on the corner with my n***as like a street curb
I been straight up since birth like a baby born feet first
Your character's unemployed, it needs work
Gotta prob' I'm a end what you start
Like I'm casting for a movie, I'm a pick 'em apart
If a n***a need bars, gimme bread, I'll loan 'em out
Lyrical exercise, helping n***as tone it down
Yeah, I hit the booth and get high in it
The term 'real one', I'm defining it
Fuck what you selling, I ain't buying it
Your verse is like your bed cause you lie in it
Drake tell Lil Wayne we finna murder things
From our minds, giving up's the furthest thing
To be successful, we up all night
Never take a night off, that's why we underground kings
No lie, you should fuck with the Shoe thugs
We shut it down, ay man, you should show my crew love
(Beat Change)

[Intro: Dice]
Yo, MMG, fuck with a Shoe Gang n***a
Fuck with a Shoe Gang n***a
Fuck with a Shoe Gang n***a

[Verse 3: Dice]
Yo, M.M.G. may need music from our group
We got music for the OGs and music for the youth
We do this for them hooligans, them dudes that's on the stoop
We don't do this for the loot, we rulers of the booth
Yeah, I promise to God I fuck with all your artists, Ross
Put my palm across my heart, this honest talk
Ain't trynna take Wale's shine, we trynna share it
And we ain't trynna take away what Meek shall inherit
Y'all should fuck with a Shoe Gang n***a
Our movement is reminiscent of Wu-Tang, n***a
Tryin' to make figures like a new age RZA
We trynna cover the top spot, we a toupee n***a
Yo, this industry need to salute our mothafuckin' grind
If labels ain't checking for us, that's a mothafuckin' crime
If we don't make it soon, I'm a start dissin' mothafuckas
My grip on my pistol is wood, cause I wish a mothafucka...

(Beat Change)
[Verse 4: Demetrius]
Yo, I'm every artist Dre ever signed in one rapper
From the Death Row days to the ones after
He should sign us to his new label and call that label the Afterlife
Cause the aftermath of death row is the afterlife
Hold up, I'm Kendrick with the cadence
Wait a minute bitch, don't kill my vibe
I hate it when a bitch try to steal my high
Stealin' my high is a high dollar crime
I'm 50 with the gritty, startin' drama in this bitch
And if you a famous rapper, then your mama is a bitch
I'm Eminem with synonyms, oh yeah, I'm him too
Cut you so fast, when your blood spill, it was still blue
Speaking of still-blue, I'm what you get
When you mix Stillmatic and Blueprint
My ratchet is blue steel too
I'm 2Pac but I won't copy his style, a fatherless child
Speaking of two, I'm 2Pacalypse now
The best way to copy Pac is to be your mothafuckin' self
I'm a young'n with a gun up on his shelf, hold on
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me as I tip the brim on my fitted cap
I'm the new Snoop Dogg with the Doggy Dogg still attached
This Long Beach, so you know you in trouble again
This West Coast, so throw up your W's then
Bottom line, we who Dre shoulda been signed
Cause the Shoes spit shine...