Royce Da 5'9

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Yeah, yeah (M-I-C), yeah, yeah
My arms are heavy, knees weak, palms are sweaty
Niggaz wanna see me gone already (uh)
From this song on to song, you bout to be swept away
Yesterday is long gone (uh)
I took some time, to redefine my style
I, kept my cool, summers behind the clouds (uh)
You lames can't put me in the same category as a rookie
Nope, my name ain't new
Rappers can't push me, as high as I can
Push myself, you not inspirin (uh)
The stolen spot is open, I chose to not, listen
And I don't even know what's hot or we dissin
Or who's consistent or who's nice or not
Who's on top, or who's wife is sniffin (oh)
Or who's meltin soon, to be failin
All I know is the way, the streets felt bout "Boom"
Regardless, nigga pump yo brakes
Ya car is movin fast, we will lump your face (yeah)
Regardless, me and Cash will come
And take yo ass away far, nigga don't play (uh)
Regardless, the M-I-C
We kickin ass and takin names, you can't ID (uh)
Regardless, me and Tre is comin
Out to play wit you today, it's curfew
D-Elite! we comin wit the lightin and thunder
Under the rain, to pump it, you need a jeep! (uh)
You need at least some speakers, while ya glued
To ya seat, from cruisin, while I creep through ya system
I'm gon' be heard, as God is my word
Deliverin the kind of murder, KOCH don't deserve
The real will cop it, every label in the world
Look out for me, I will kill yo roster
(Yeah, yeah) I will shut this shit down!
And on top of that, I could fuck yo bitch now
It's hard to believe, that Columbia couldn't market me
To do numbers like D-12 at least!
I played myself, for radio play
I never dance, but the skill it self, is a second chance (yeah)
I'm BACK wit two's by me, start the beef

Royce Da 5'9'', Meeting Of The Bosses

Come here Royce
Come over here, sit down, let me talk to you
Right here, over here
Sit on daddy's lap
I want to tell you something
Life is a moment in space
When the dream is gone, it's a lonelier place
(This is life)
Life is a moment in space
When the dream is gone, it's a lonelier place
Listen, yo
Little Royce Nickel Nine, eyes wide with sight
With a future as bright as the light in the eyes of Christ
Ready to take on the world and whatever is in it
Proof read, sign, and seal whatever you finish
I can only lead you while you're on your quest for knowledge
I'ma teach you to have sense and to respect the dollar
Hope for the best, and you'll see, your world will be solid
I'ma teach you the truth, even behind worldly logic
This is life, cut and dry, days is bright, nights is dark
Fights get sparked, it's almost like to get ahead
You got to be twice as smart, the realities of life is harsh
Just know that God's keeping you level
He'll even speak through the ghetto to reach you
Just to teach you that the streets is the devil
Everybody's dishonest, different
Which means that we're dying by livin'
Oblivious to the time that we're given
So you don't prepare for the death, you live for the life
And live right like, do right by your kids and your wife
Have fun as a child, yo them years is precious
The future brings fear and stresses as the year progresses
You're gonna turn a lot of them down, you're gonna feel rejection
You're gonna tell a lot of lies and you're gonna hear confessions
It's a two way street when you deal in his presence
Only your life can show that everything is real in this message
This is life
Life is a moment in space
When the dream is gone, it's a lonelier place
(This is life)
Life is a moment in space
When the dream is gone, it's a lonelier place
Yo, the whole world is upon you, the pressure is on
And you can probably sum your life up the best when you're gone
Upon the creation of all men, destiny's born
For us to reproduce, so you can keep the legacy goin'
I know you think I'm Superman, but I got weaknesses too
I keep a firm leash on things by believing in you
And after I'm gone I live on breathing through you
And anything I had in this life, I leave it to you
Aim for the sky and fly till you come back down
I had you the baton and you run, till you come back 'round
Let your heart tell your temper, "Put that gun back down!"
Dry your tears up and turn that frown upside-down
It'd be plenty to cry for, think life, not death
You got much more to live for than to die for
But you got to stay humble
Cause just as hard as your work to get it
There's people working harder to take it from you
Cause life, something that people take for granted
As time passes, you're gonna want something back
But you won't get it cause history is made every second
So you crave every lesson and save every blessin'
No matter how you view the world yo, you never will get it
The world will be the world through the eyes of whoever is in it
But things ain't gonna always go right
Look at it like, yo this ain't your day, but this your life, and live
Life
Life is a moment in space
When the dream is gone, it's a lonelier place
(This is life)
Life is a moment in space
When the dream is gone, it's a lonelier place
There will be trials and tribulations
But don't let them, don't let them, don't let them bring you down
I said you better keep going to your destination
After your darkest hour the sun will come around
This is life
Yo I don't care, I don't care if this song don't sell one copy
That's not even what it's for
It's for you, my boy
This is life
You gotta keep going on, you gotta keep moving on
Be strong, be strong, be strong

Royce Da 5'9'', It's Over

What, Silky Don Entertainment
That nigga Strick, Royce the 5'9''
Rock-A-Block all day, what yo yo yo
I'm the type to show up to the studio
Write that shit, spit it, hit it, leave ya'll askin "Who dat?"
I'm the next nigga to boom, I assumed ya'll already knew that
Hip hop's hottest new cat, lay your crew flat
Have your label faxin my label askin "Why ya'll have to do that?"
It's a true fact, when you rap, the crowd boo that
And more than a few cats agree you shouldn't even do rap
What you recorded, screw that, buy a new DAT
Your girl's a true rat, so when I fucked her I wore two hats
So move back you little newjack
'Fore you fuck around and do some shit that get not only you
But your whole crew whacked
Too strong and I'm too black
And pack not one but two gats
And I'ma aim em at you black, true dat
The veteran that'll never retire
Devilish, judge the red in my eye
Judge the nine instead of my size
Ahead of my time, the second coming of a legend in rhymes
That'll shine whenever I die
We never lie, you'll never get by
I just got love, I used to roll wit big shot thugs to hip hop clubs
You act up, the fifth got hugged and blasted
Pits got dugged and filled back up wit stiffs wrapped up in plastic
Give me a heater, you givin me a reason to shoot
You givin me the key to your coupe
Midwest, not the middle, Strick clutchin the five
Wavin the tec out the window, clip touchin the tire
Shit is over
Shit is over, shit is over
The shit is over, the shit is over
Cuz ain't nobody fuckin wit us
Ain't nobody fuckin wit us
Shit is over, shit is over, BYE BYE
Shit is over, shit is over
Cuz ain't nobody fuckin wit us
Ain't nobody fuckin wit us
Aiyyo my mom's got Ahlzeimer's, my dad's an alcoholic
So last night, I forgot to drive drunk and hit you
Talk lots of junk and diss you
Pop the trunk and split you
Sick nigga, you don't really want it wit Strick, nigga
Freestyle or written shit, take your pick, nigga
Bring your click nigga, I'll swing a stick nigga
Wit hotter rhymes, I'm outta control and you outta line
I got alot of rhymes, and I'ma spit till you outta rhymes
The hot shit, you better off tryin to change the topic
I pop shit to let ya'll niggas know ya'll not shit
Hit the curb swervin in a hot whip
You a punk and I'm here
And you probably the one that flunked when I got skipped
Incredible rhymin and fuck wit niggas for fun
Buck at niggas wit guns, you duck from niggas and run
So who's the illest nigga that you know? (Who is it?)
Now ask that nigga who's the illest nigga that he know
I'll bet he say me, yo
The only thing bigger than my dick is my ego
I rip and it's over, while you stare at the chip on my shoulder
Ya'll don't want none of me
Not only will I have ya'll scared to bust
But you won't even discuss rap in front of me
The odds-on favorite to say shit
Then have your crew tellin you that nigga Strick's nuttin to play wit
Save it for a rainy day
I'll pick the tec up, aim and spray
And permanently take your pain away, what
What what you're not in a least, above gettin shot in the street
I show up at cyphers and they scatter like I'm the police
Now we got a bunch of drug-connected thugs on records
Stripped butt-naked runnin when they blood is tested
All ya'll niggas stink, real niggas know what a bitch smell like
Tell you how we tell lies, tell what he wear his hair like
You can't amaze the amazing, change your ways
We plant bodies, throw stones wit the names engraved
The games you play, make me point this thing your way
My niggas rob for consistency, a chain a day
I'm about as humble as I can pretend to be
A real nigga's best friend, a bitch nigga's worst enemy
It don't hurt, it offends me
The chrome bursts in a frenzy
It's gon' work till it's empty
Just makin sure that my gun shoots fastin than yours
And I'm chasin you, and my bullets is chasin yours
Yeah, Big Strick, Royce the 5'9''
Tommy Boy meets Rock-A-Block

Royce Da 5'9'', Dont Hate

From Sony Records all the way to Optik Records
Yeah
From the US to overseas
The lovely Melbeatz on the instrumentals
Classic
You know how we do
(Don't hate) das Leben ist Stress genug
Ich hab nichts mit dem Rest zu tun
Die siehst wie die meisten nur Scheiss verbreiten
? doch l¤sst es zu
(You don't want it with) mir oder meiner Crew
Ich fick alle Idioten mit einer Line und zerreiss
Jeden am Mic der redet und meint dass er irgendwas weiss
Niggas'll leave your brains number than veins
In the streets where pumpers can preach caine
In numbers and train like somethin you teach
Niggas comin is targeted, my niggas, they vain
With guns with range that'll aim and dump at the market
I don't know if you got enough heat for that beef that you started
With a nigga that's stupid, whose piece is retarted
I'm keepin parts of your name and your look
Parts of your brain, pick a part to sling in your hooks
Then I'm hangin you up
This is not the year for the vets
This is the year for the soldier who's rollin over cadets
With explosive cassettes, even long figures, still it's respect
Shit, I'm still a threat
That's growin with ya, step from the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse me with other crews in my city
Cause I am the hardest nigga that's rhymin in Rock City
All these ? can die in denial or rock with me
Du willst Fame indem du mich disst
Doch ich ìbernehme das Game hier wie Kiss
Komm auf die Bìhne und battle mich, Bitch
Probier wie man tìrkische Penise kìsst
Du w¤rst gerne wie ich, true und normal
Kool und loyal, fresher als jeder
Ich schreibe am Meter, zerstìckel die Hater
Und arbeite mehr als ich muss wie ein Streber
Baammm - hier ist mein Album und bye
Ich bin wie meine Nìsse, alleine zu zweit
Sitze zu Haus, chill und mach nix
Hær dann auf Kiss, "dirty und tight"
Fick jeden am Mic, jeden der meint
Er flowt und ist besser als ich wenn er reimt
Du hast œberkomplexe, machs ìber die S¤tze
Und spittest auf deinen Tracks immer als letzter
Komm, ich hab noch Lines fìr dich, Homes
Schein am Mic bis jeder sich sonnt
Most Wanted Rapper bei WOM
Drop Hits wie Bomben und fliege davon
Bigger als Pun, fetter als Joe
Der erste deutsche Rapper der flowt
Kommt ihr Verr¤ter, ich fick euch am Mikro
Und geb euch den Penis wie Peter
Ihr kænnt jetzt alle zurìck auf die Bank
In die Uni, gib lieber dein Mic aus der Hand
Denn ich streiche die Jobs, reim wie der Boss
Rede Schmock, ich sperr dich ein wie die Cops
Spitte wie der Mack und battle jeden der denkt
Er reimt wie ich, ertr¤nk dich vor den Augen der Fans
Und wenn mich jeder liebt oder kein Mensch mehr kennt
Ich reim on bis jeder von euch am Mic verbrennt
Yo, I'ma hurt the game that's dirt, let me explain your worth
You look like him but sound like her
You want an Eminem flow with a 5'9" voice
Weird signs, y'all niggas is hoes - oh!
You want Jiggaman's movements, Timbaland's music
Musiq on the hook with Kevin Lyle's approvement
Dupri do the remix, Nas do the verses
Nate Dogg do the hooks - number one single!
Keep your album grimey, you go and get The LOX
You pay em top dollar, they don't like you, pops
Sheek wanna fight you, Styles wanna pop you
Jada just don't like you, what the game made you
Meth can't stand you cause your weed is weak
And Primo been sayin yeah but you ain't seen that beat
Dub C wanna quit cause of niggas like you
Vanilla Ice is comin back cause of niggas like you
Ghostwriters get paid cause of niggas like you
Swear to God, Tre Little hate niggas like you
Neptunes for your second single, it's gettin nauseous

Royce Da 5'9'', Chips On Pistons

Uhh.. boom...
Tick tick tick.. yeah.. 5'9 uhh
Yo..
I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson
I unload with sick spit the quick wick could split a split-second
Bomb with a lit wick expression
You here a tick tick then you testin..
My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits
So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
Everybody claimin they the best and head the throne
Since B.I.G is gone, if you ask me, they +Dead Wrong+
My flow is hotter than the flash from the click
When the hammer slaps the bullet on the ass from the clip
You wind up in a room full of my dawgs
I'll have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs
So come, come now, get pissed on, shitted on
Tough talk turns to, "Can't we all just get along"
You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on
You probably ducked when they laid the gun shot in your song
My gun strrr-utters when it speaks to you
Utter shit to repeat to you
Nothing the clip, then give a speech to you
Me and Premier, we kind of the same in ways
We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways
Rap now is a circus of clowns
A whole lot of lip from cliques I'd probably rap circles around
I'm the next best to reach a peak formerly known
as the best keep secret, I guess that I just leaked it
(Boom!)
Somebody better duck or (RUN)
Somebody better (Watch out cuz he's bout to blow up)
"Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" "..Royce 5'9"
I'm a motherfuckin star, I don't battle no mo'
I provide the the gun clappin around of applause after ya show
We can go toe to toe cuz they calling you hot
Steppin around all ya punches like, "That's all you got?"
Everyday I'm meetin somebody and all of they peeps
Quick to shake a nigga's hand and show me all of they teeth
And these bitches I be pattin they asses
They be all dumb and googly-eyed lookin at me, battin they lashes
Rappers think Detroit niggaz not as down as them
Or since I'm down with Slim that I sound like him
Quick to judge me and tell me that my hook might sell
And say faggot shit to me like I look like L
My advice quit talking it's over
I was knockin niggaz out when you was knockin sticks offa they shoulders
I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat
I got regrets older than some of you so called vets
Niggaz say I found God with the flow
Bring the police to the studio and bring the bomb squad to the show
Ain't a nigga touching mines
When you listen to my shit - you don't chew, you don't breathe,
you'll miss a fucking line
Every time I spit, I tick to show you it's hot
Leave me in the deck too long I blow up your box
Boom! *explosion*
"God..God-damn!" "..Royce 5'9"
"Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" "..Royce.. 5'9"
"Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" "..Royce 5'9"
"Boom..boom, bam, G...God-damn!" "...Royce 5'9"

Royce Da 5'9'', What I Know

Unlock ya locks, and keep ya keys
The Pac in me, got me thinkin deeply
I got to shock MC's, wit my philosophy
Cause I think very deeply
Where I come from, where you sweat ya pen up
Young gun rep-resenter, from the Ep-icenter
The microphone fienin, for a microphone
Before he knew what a microphone mean
Wit them four pounds, and they soundin them off
And them slugs, get them thugs, and the ground, get the chalk
Niggaz hearts is dissolvin, involved in
What Farakhan and, Jim Brown couldn't solve
I'ma tell you what I know, what I know
It's them +Boyz In the Hood+ it's always hard
You come talkin that trash, they'll pull ya card
Who would have known, that the boy growin up playin them cards
Will soon know the music he wrote, it was so true
Who could raise me, after I been amazed by Dre
And N.W.A., and you couldn't pay me
To back the staff for free, I will believe
It ain't nothin +Shady+ in the +Aftermath+
Perhaps when you unwrappin the plastic
You respect whatever you hear, and ya styles is growin
Them guys is clonin, them pioneers
Rappers wanna be classic, like they Clef, Pras, and Warren
I'ma tell you what I know, what I know
Elvis - was a hero to most
But he never meant shit to me, it's statements
Like that made me gage, White, Black, hate to make
Me say - I like, when they fight back, they
Me and rap, I vent myself
Leanin back, not knowin that I meant myself
A lesson comin fast, you dudes better catch it
Whenever the future answers ya questions from the past
And hold that, I'm spillin these cold raps
Cause I am a +Throwback+ you feelin the soldier
And keep tryin, to keep up wit the kind of guy
That'll play you until they fatally say that the game's over
I'ma tell you what I know, what I know
Oh my God, I destroy cities like the Blob
Goin from city to city, seein who I can rob
Goin from makin them poems up, in my garage
Then goin on major tours wit, me and my squad
Goin from listenin to Reggie, to meeting him
Wit my palms sweaty, to him, telling me - I'm dead meat
Goin from likin, to spray the club after a night
That didn't go my way, to plug a writin for Dre
You damn right I was raised, the amazin
Hand-writin on the same page, that you can't type on
So I black out, the usual same way
The old fashion rap, til it's no lights on

Royce Da 5'9'', Throw Back

(R) You niggaz can hold it (O) cause I am a throwback (Y)
I'm spillin these cold raps, cause I am a soldier (C)
You shoulda been told that (E) cause I am a throwback
I'm spillin these cold raps, you feelin the soldier
You niggaz could hold that, cause I am a throwback (5)
{*Whoever wanna get it, then you can come and get it*}
I'm spillin these cold raps (9) you feelin the soldier
{*Cause I'ma bring it up, and give it to whoever want it*}
Cause you niggaz could hold that, cause I am a throwback
{*Now if you wanna get it, then you can come and get it*}
I'm spillin these cold raps, I am a soldier (yeah) I.... begone
Raps wolf is BACK, to attack crooks is BACK
The slap snares, and CLAP at the tracks foot (yeah)
I'm too vicious for him, too vicious for you
And my kitchen is huge, we do dishes wit dudes
Coldest flow of the summer, I see 'em come and they GO
See 'em fumble the flow, it's more goers then comers
Put the piece to ya dome, do you at peace wit the chrome
Build ya ?? eat you, and pick my teeth wit ya bones
I'm from the city of GATORS, haters I dealt wit them dudes
If you don't like me, then likely I'll make a belt wit ya shoes
Put a hole in ya soul, it trickles badder than good
Flow is sold, before any nigga rag on your hood
I'm not a hip hop nigga, don't confuse me wit them
Truest at the beginnin, and truer when it's do to your end
I'm just sellin my game, for cheddar forever
My intelligent brain, is clever when spellin my name, like
I'm back to call the advantage, have you and on bananas
And hands rep, rap +Grand Theft Auto+ mechanic
I'm bout to tighten my plugs, bout to be fightin in clubs
Ya blood might give me love, and likely highten my buzz
Ya type is simply a bitch, and fightin wit me's a risk
I might empty my clip, if the hype will get me my niche
I'm out in front of ya, guns out
Bout to knock ya fronts out, boxin about to drop without Columbia
I spit this venom myself, me independence is felt
Finish wit Slim and his help, long as he winnin I'm good
Long as I'm known as one of the most vicious
MC's spittin from the "D", low and behold and mitten
This is how I rose you bitches, Rock City chosen niggaz
We stole this, on our road to riches
I'll show you the golden picture, glow, lock
Product is fears, I'm soda pop, like Hova, Pac, and Big
I go beyond bootlegers, they slow me down, but HEY
I'm holdin my ground, long as the stolen sound should PLAY
5'9" is a winner, I speak to keep the progression
My views take you to school, my piece'll teach you a lesson
Never been deep in the streets, I can't be somethin I'm not
Test me and get to know me, I'll put you inside of a box
Chalked and signin off and, put ya hands on me now
Later they lay on ya chest, crossed inside a coffin
The .30 Caliber SHOT, who wanna take home
Where they give you wounds, you goons could put a stape on
All them hoe ass niggaz could DO, is cry wit the children
And PRAY, if I was a civilian for a day
I'd take a glance at my daddy - another me
Raise my hand on the stand like Shaggy - "It wasn't me" (yeah)
I will melt you, smell the aroma of a coma
I'm comin to get you, I will help you SPELL!
Yeah it's on, my name is Royce 5'9"

Royce Da 5'9'', Everybody Goes

Hold it.. uhh.. uhh.. uhh
It depends on the type of men you keep in your regime
And when it's beef just how extreme they will go
You should bust yo' gat with care
Nigga go to jail, I get you stabbed for a pack of squares
It's more to me, look - past the beef
I'm laughin that's why this album is so morbidly put
.. I tote twice - just in case
I gotta shoot you and throw away my future for yo' life
I could knock you out
I'd rather stand over you holdin a smokin gun, nigga WATCH yo' mouth
You can go in that booth and call me all kinds of names
but motherfucker you gotta come out
So whoever hatin my team
Remember who the gun totin, who provoked the fat lady to sing
It's one rule everybody should know
Everybody should calm down and just live cause (everybody goes)
While all you front, the big picture stays the same
You can change the frame all you want
You can pretend all you wanna pretend
It's all gon', violently come to an end (Everybody goes)
Die soldiers, try to live for the moment
We all borrow tomorrow, this is what God hones us
The biggest Indian giver, he gon' take it back
Erase you, I'm statin facts to (everybody)
Narcissistic rhyme style comes equipped with the
guns and clips are hungry, click in my compound
The M.I.C., represents the, strength of henchmen
Here to get the attention of (everybody)
Now that you listenin, nigga why you dissin?
I can get to your brain quicker than what you sniffin
I can open your mind
Quicker than that marijuan' that you smokin and close both of your eyes
Toe-taggin; break you apart, break your momma's heart
All because your brothers is holdin a closed casket
The pinnacle of the word 'absurd'
The centerfold of murder when the un-preventable occurs
We do it with minimal words
Dependin on the person sent to hurt you might give you a criminal slur
This mac-10 is a blur - bullets is fast

Royce Da 5'9'', Off Parole

Be quiet (Yeah)
I know what you thinking (Yeah)
Who the hell is that (Yeah)
You in the club minding ya own business (Yeah)
And out of nowhere you here this (Yeah)
How you supposed to act (Yeah)
Neptunes (Yeah)
Royce 5'9 (Yeah)
It's my year baby, uh (Uh)
Twelfth grade rode around, started out small (Uh)
My father told me, before you walk, you gotta crawl (Uh)
We was all outlaws wit our fists balled (Uh)
We couldn't even count bars, we was just raw (Uh)
MCer's battlin' at the club, for the plug
Rappin' for the other rappers, strictly for the love
That was cool 'til my life turned, and got tough
I got a girl, got serious, got her knocked up (Uh)
Uh oh, reality check, hold up (Uh)
I gotta figure out a way, to get this dough up (Uh)
I don't want my son to hate me, when he grow up (Yeah)
So I gotta blow up, and leave it to' up (5'9, baby)
I listened to my pops, whenever it got hard (Yeah)
He said look if you gon' be a star, be a star (Yeah)
I got hot, got a deal took rap (Yeah)
Took the whole city wi me, and never looked back, baby (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
Yo, yo, it's all simple, make a million off the intro (Ugh)
Y'all don't want it, 'cause you still say ya fin' to (Ugh)
I'm finna blow, like this shit is so mental (Yeah, ugh)
That's your life, your problem, and your pencil
Cut the jokes, everybody wanna be rich (Whoo)
You a fool if you don't, you see this (Bitch)
Look at this chain, this bracelet, you hear me (Bling, bling)
I don't won't respect, I want you to fear me (Yeah)
Now look at me, this shit is getting real now (Uh)
I want your money, I'ma spit what you can feel now (Uh)
I tell the truth, so I guess I keep it real now (Uh)
You thought I was ill befo', now I'm ill now (Come on baby)
Come on wit it, I can afford to kill now (Afford, baby)
Look at my son, ask him how he feel now (How you feel)
It's real now, daddy's got a pill now
Wave bye-bye we out of the hood, (Bye) what the deal now (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Yeah)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole
Detroit came up, you know we hot (Uh)
30 years where it became a big lot (Uh)
600s on chrome, you don't stop (Uh)
Detroit we just hot (Come on)
Young niggas stay fly at all times (Uh)
Hoes 21 and under with gangsta rides (Uh)
Keep our guns by our sides at all times (Uh)
Detroit we just fly (Rock City)
Yo you would love for me and you to switch places won't cha (Uh)
You love hatin' don't cha, hate just to hate, don't cha (Uh)
In the clubs yelling loud, like you wanna fight (Uh)
But I just whisper, you ain't trying to die tonight (Naw, baby)
I'm the king, yo I'm like the son of Jesus
We got guns, and we'll use 'em, so please believe it (Yeah)
Last had to try me, yeah I looked passed him
But notice he's nowhere around, for you to ask him (Ha, ha, ha)
Long as I gotta crew, and two in the safe baby (Yeah)
You could scream 'til you BLUE in the face baby (Yeah)
We getting ours, we don't care who in the way baby (Yeah)
Lock and key, ain't nothin' you could save baby
We don't want the bitches dog, we just want the honeys (Whoo)
And we don't want the game neither, we just want the money
It makes sense don't it, the blocks wit me (What)
Welcome to the new world, Detroit Rock City (Yeah)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Detroit Rock City)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Bring it back baby, uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole
Detroit came up, you know we hot (Uh)
30 years where it became a big lot (Uh)
600s on chrome, you don't stop (Uh)
Detroit we just hot (I hear you, baby)
Young niggas stay fly at all times (Uh)
Hoes 21 and under with gangsta rides (Uh)
Keep our guns by our sides at all times (Uh)
Detroit we just fly
Click, click, blaow (Uh)
Click, click, blaow (Uh)
Click, click, blaow (Uh)

Royce Da 5'9'', Mr. Baller

(fet. Clipse, Pharell Williams, Tre-Little)
Nah man, we don't take our chains off...nah
We're here to make noise!
We're here to make noise
With VA and Detroit boys
We're here to make noise
We're here to make noise!
Nigga, we're here to make noise
With VA and Detroit boys
Twin Nina Ross sisters
Promise to never miss ya
Hit ya thirty-four times to make your skin blister
Extended clips, cocked back quick to chrome sisters
You wild fire gunnin' bin barrels with rogue pistols
Walkin' contradiction like "quiet noise"
No words eyes blurred with my diamonds pores
Four karats in these ears make you call your boys
While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys
Blind love for money, head, and warm steel
Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels
Life's so pricey, it's sendin' ya body chills
And we baptize cars, put hollows through windshields
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga
I'm Mr. Baller
What's you talkin' bout nigga you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit nigga cuz I'm a baller
I take on all y'all nigga
Now that's a baller
Hollow tip what?
Y'all cats don't want none
I wanna see God, first come and meet my gun
Life's a bitch
Diamonds to shine (fucka) to shit
Detroit, paradise if you roll wit my clique
Otherwse, it's hell
Ain't no escapin' the trips
They gotta gun, good
You'a need it in the land of the trench
Pick 'em up, fuck 'em up
Every man for theyself
Unless you cheat wit a crew similar to myself
We in the "to be" killa zone, playin' the D
Lovin' the D
Out-a-towners hatin' the D
I die for the D
If I could I'd fuckin' marry the D
Stick my dick in the streets
And nut a bomb in the D
You lookin' at at least 50 grand in your face
And if you thought any less, just know you made a mistake
They done told you wrong, Clipse in the grey Yukon
Don't mistake this style for hot and it ain't lukewarm
We gets busy
Whether dressed in "crocdile" or Lizzie
You can catch a hot ball from an all black Lizzie
Start flamin', watch they cats start they explainin'
Should've know, when around my dogs, tuck yo chain in
Any time you look, bet you find us in whips
Diamonds and shit, break scams from the finest of chicks
Royce and Neptunes sick like dead babies in restrooms
Malice and Dome Sheist, y'all niggaz is flesh wounds
Well, uh
I was trained to hang 'til the raid is over
Roll wit nuttin' but a whole brigade of soldiers
I was young holdin' guns, I kept one wit me
In the flatbed in the back of an F-150
I see three and the six, me and the Clipse
Squeeze off, pop the guns, you seein' the tips
Ride wit me, nigga die wit me
Yo this money's the easiest shit to get in this world beside pussy
That'll cost you, my whole crew will stomp you to death
Wearin' cleats until you look like a waffle
I won the battle
The first nigga to ever get the cover of "The Source"
And the cover of "Guns and Ammo"
Burn you alive
Soon as you and the fire collide
Hit me, it'll just be a nigga hired to die
Plus I ball, I'm ignorant dogg
I'm a muthafuckin' star, nigga suck my balls

Royce Da 5'9'', Life?

Royce Da 5'9'', Let's Go

Huh?
We the best, Twist' you at nigga c'mere
Sift ya lye.. c'mere
Extremely hard to be the king of a city it's dis
A nigga that could twist like this
A nigga that could rip any shit that he get
Never balk and come with a metaphor like this
Flow like dis, never broke but flow for the dough like this
Never been a nigga that you know like dis
Cold like dis, but ah, it's just me and D-Mo like dis
Respect is a must, got every nigga in every hood checkin for us
Never catch us catchin the bus
Niggaz got whips, niggaz got loot,
niggaz got troops, got guns, got clips (what)
Next big thing, iced watch to go with the necklace ring
Iced out to go with the rest it seems
More or less the more of the best you seen
Big buzz, only rollin with big thugs
We get in clubs you know you gettin ya shit bust
Not too many ducks is goin against us
If ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift up
Rhyme till I can't rhyme no more, ball till I can't ball no more
Till I'm 5'9" no more, till the ice can't shine no more
Which ever comes first, let's go nigga
Who the fuck want what?!
Who the fuck want what, want what?!
Playa tell me why you hatin, cuz you the one take
that from a nigga that'll open you up
You gotta send the deck up when we holla
One of a hundred niggaz'll hate my shit
Eighty-nine'll bite, the other ten'll think of comin alike
Cuz my shit when it come to the mic, 99 outta 100'll like
Never disrespect a nigga grippin the tec, it's my shit
Put the flow in affect with my clique
Go to the death, flow the best, my spit - I'm sick, it's my shit
Try to get slick and niggaz is gettin hit
You don't want that do you? It comes back to you
And I ain't even tryna rap to you, so suck my dick, it's my shit
Too many willin to pin ya in rap
put a endin to that, do the math with me
Straight to the lab, we're sendin you back
Keep going, you know that no one can last wit me
Stay armed with the biggest of arms, got bitch-niggaz hittin alarms
Every rhyme is strictly writtin to harm
This my shit, keep every word of every verse in position to launch
Never gon' fail, never got plans of catchin a L
I'ma forever prevail, whatever you yell
It's my world, everything else, c'mon nigga
Motown, uhh..
Chi-town.. 5'9..
Twista, let's go nigga uhh
Tell me who the fuck want what
Whatchu murderous niggaz is ready to make the deck go up?
I could cause a scene to make you throw up
Put a bullet in yo' gut, bat em down and leave the sto' cut
Cuz homie you ain't got no choice ta,
Dat why you runnin to a real rida like Twista, or Roysta
Let the thirty caliber annoint ya
Whodie won't even know he hit till he feel his shirt suckin the moisture
Voice ya opinion if ya want to
Kick-ass winner, kick up dust in the middle of the arena
Subpeona motherfuckaz like the courts do
We'll blast shortly ya nuts bust and it won't be a misdemeanor
We them niggaz that'll come approach ya
Shockin ya body our Bacardi keeps all ya nerves from bleedin
Until we heard no breathin - two undercovers,
we comin we get the dirty even; they know it's servin season
Shit is good as gone, cuz I gotta bring the goodies home
The petty packin penny brushin with the pretty pearl handle
Pistol, Pelle Pelle pants and the hoodie on
And you comin with the Midwest shit?
Remember how we took you, you trippin off how we did that shit
Somebody tell me where the weed at
Some niggaz knew I was about to snap so he hid that shit
I was gon' get buck - come hard - get crunk
Go into a thing and let the rhyme ride,
and hit them niggaz from the blindside
And take the whole opposition down with my dog 5'9
Ceremony for the killaz, bustin em off,
and comin off so you can bust yo' nut
Though I'm bout to bust yo' guts

Royce Da 5'9'', De-Elite

Once again relax, it's just music.
Niggaz right here, show you how I do
Niggaz right here, show you my crew
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Fuck a team like you who swing like you
We block shots in the ring lightning
Rock hot rocks kill, get the cream still
Blasphemous mind ill steal rhyme skill
Nas couldn't rhyme for this, Nickel-Nine will
I go through, cool out, blow a whole crew
Cool out bro, out-glow a whole jewel
We bout to blow up, got your nose up
You could catch a blocka-blocka try to stop or hold us
And your block a whole bust, live news
Ride through with one girl and five dudes
Best crew in the D, niggaz best move
All you niggaz gun sleep and your vest used
Niggaz bluffin, bore me, nothin for me
The only overlord me, only glory, you reach!
Wake up and smell the aroma nigga you sleep
The contract is out on The King, nigga you breach
D-Elite - Jah, Cut Throat
Billy Nix, Little, Nickle, Cha, upmost
Respect dawgs, expect your neck cut rope
The barrel of the Swiss, whole tec up close
If the block was any hotter I could start a cult
I was trouble the minute my momma's water broke
You never see the weak destroy me, I'm focused
I was raised by a postal employee, need I say more?
State ya name gangsta!
Tre' Little don status hold my dick
Say ya label push the date back now that's what you get
I came in this game like it's more than rap
Dog, I'm tryin' to destroy the salary cap
The Source is happy we came six covers its covered
That'll last about May, June well into the summer
Why talk about different colors for various coupes
Shit green fart Blue, oooh clever you
Help me ma' I'll take a shot at any one of y'all
Got mami droppin' draws before the first phone call
We some gangstas study the ten crack commandments
Stay big worship Hail Mary that's how we live
Lay low good guys catch you with a hook I, know why you lie
Ya crew aint quite like mine
Spit it like ooh my, these labels like ooh my
State ya name gangsta!
Its the C-H-A, say it wit me niggas Cha Cha Cha
Y'all Cha Cha Cha
You cannot lie or deny these niggas aint rah rah
Put the barrel on the bridge of your nose and turn you cock-eyed
Steppin to us not wise, told you how to get live
Go in depth best with the finger next to the index
Such threats expect five guys, five techs
Make they gats all sing in unison like a quintet
They don't say whodi, son, dun, or youngn
You can owe em and say hi and they greet you like "Hey Guy"
What up though Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut Throat
My brethrens all veterans all throwin up sevens
When we rock hits to the sky throw em up to the heavens
Us and crews clash no more we built it from poor
Me and Royce hit and restore what we were buildin before
So add a million sold or more when I get at you whores
State ya name gangsta!
Cut Throat the living threat street shit to blueprint
The guideline rappers sideline until they bow down
Them little guns y'all blow I stay on the low
Rap like this and work the scale like "So"
Take it to the gutter we could duke or shoot it out
Switchblades pump gauge, whatever you about
Burn you to ya hood we could bang for the work
For the building or the blocks do the thang to the dirt
I'ma FUCK-in fool crews DUCK and move
Stay in a FUCKED up mood one FUCKED up dude
When its hot I, breathe in the heat don't even sleep
I be knee deep in the beats that made me
Certified gangsta specialize in Duct Tape
Let you know how many fo' five slugs ya gut take
Show ya favorite thug how to be a thug, top that (NIGGA!)
Turn ya favorite drug into another drug, cop that (NIGGA!)
State ya name gangsta!
Jah da 5'9 speak and shake rhyme great history made
The street gangsta city flow race against time
Never sign for cash my hustles the shit
You feel the breeze push past you get a grip
Millennium game, earth tone keep it in range
Close to the grey I rock fake niggas shouldn't doubt us
Surrounded by crooks, full clips and fine weed
Choice clothes my mind blocked seein fine foes
Long nights bust those in small Christ
Niggaz playin themselves just thinkin we rhyme alike
How would you fight me I'm like ten families strong
Manipulation by song relate to it niggas
Henny on the rocks toast to the real in God we trust
Calm gladiator song navigator
Them whole blocks gotta story tell
All of a sudden seasons change, your welcome
State ya name gangsta!
Billie Nix black man is here listen close
Spittin just to niggas, X address the niggas
Most niggas don't see right see light like its darkness
No guns in sight no might for the heartless
We run ya mics you write like you retarded
No offense but ya flow is slow and dense
I know my niggas hearin the D ya smellin this
You smoke that what you wrote while broke, yellin rich
Didn't know you shoulda spoke while broke sayin poor
Then biggie up kick in the door play it some more
This is the evolution of emcee who dissin us?
Gettin Rah stick up nigga hand me ya listeners
Get a job we here D-Elite touch it
Matter fact, niggas is wack, wall street fuck it
X government agent remember yo name
Remember yo game you niggas wont be spittin the same, motha fucka
State ya name, gangsta!

Royce Da 5'9'', Boom

Royce Da 5'9'', What We Do

[Commercial plays]
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, still you lame, high as it be
If I'm ya highness in ya streets, I can honestly compete
Wit any nigga, feel the pain, my odessey just creeps
Peep a nigga silver chain, no diamonds in the peice
I been chillin on dog for years... now you hard
I got scars bigger in ya individual career
Who the fuck is Denaun, he don't even write rhymes
Actin like he rap harder then who - the Kon Artist is you
Now you get spoken up on how the heats on you
Nigga you must be smokin and jokin
Slim got 50, and now it's time for change
Shady lookin like a broke down dollar, you gotta be ashamed
And you can't even stop it
Em got 50 Cent, the rest of you niggas change in his pocket
Don't you niggas see he let you come and get twisted
And you dissin me, but you niggas is unfinished business
SMUCK you niggas tryna be
On every other niggas nuts, in the industry you findin me
From Busta Rhymes to Jay-Z to Nas to ME!
Didn't see me, yet them niggas won't you to rhyme wit peeks
Niggas is HIDIN in the streets, lyin on me
It's funny, cause they paint a picture like I be in TONS of beef
Be out every night fightin, provin shit
Jealous ass niggas, I ain't gotta prove shit!
That means you could die from the felt response
Fear my next move like, Eminem huggin on Elton John
Except Y'ALL playin career Russian Roulette
There will never be another D-12 album nigga, what you bet
Who ain't eatin, I'ma start nigga on my 4th deal
I'm so full, I'm feelin fatter then Bizzare
MINUS the shower cap, and them dirty-ass Nike's
Minus the stutter, minus the ugly-ass wife
Y'all don't know what it takes to win, nigga
I'll spar up wit ya boss, we made each other show up late to the gym
So I said it - you niggas is whack
That nigga ask me my opinion, is it true, don't fall for that
Nigga step unto the turf, everybody think y'all WHACK
What you gon' write a dis record to the earth
You niggas is Shady statistics, the whole world know
Who the broke-ass crew, wit the radio hits is
Warren's niggas is takin ya pictures, you just dummy's
You less money then Slim spends on Hailie for Christmas
I know Slim see the mistakes that he made
Treatin y'all like Dre treated Hittman, and Lady of Rage
Even them niggas is smarter then y'all niggas, the cloth
That I whip my fuckin gun down, is harder then y'all
Ya hustle is over, the rhyme bout is threw
I got ya coach on the sideline, touchin his shoulder

Royce Da 5'9'', Bomb Ist

[Chorus]
Bomb First niggaz
You gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz
God made dirt niggaz
It don't hurt niggaz
Drama ain't certain niggaz
But death is
So you gotta go and get 'em!
Bomb first niggaz
You gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz
God made dirt niggaz
It don't hurt niggaz
Drama ain't certain niggaz
But Death is
So somebody gon' get it!
[Verse 1]
Nigga get in ya car, if he pissin you off
Get him, I don't wanna picture you pausin, cuz
With you from the peddle to the floor
From the shevel to the fo' fo' the devil only showed up for show
Turn this up, turn off your phone
And leave the "you wanna talk peace?" at home
Faces corps or face them in court
If you don't face 'em you gon' pay yo safety is short
I got a babe to work for the courts
I'ma license plate number away from the front of your porch
Or the side of your house, the product of a ride or die is about
I'm the opposite of a lot of mouth It's strange y'all repent
After saying my name I'm about to change it like Prince call me
The skit master, beef with the street trash
The leafs the trees, grass at ya pad, he's mastered
Squeeze faster, instead of beatin his ass
Just let 'em have it and you can be the last one standing
[Chorus]
Bomb First niggaz
You gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz
God made dirt niggaz
It don't hurt niggaz
Drama ain't certain niggaz
But death is
So you gotta go and get 'em!
Bomb first niggaz
You gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz
God made dirt niggaz
It don't hurt niggaz
Drama ain't certain niggaz
But Death is
So somebody gon' get it!
[Verse 2]
At night or in broad day, drive by or sitting in the bushes all day
However you hunt (go get 'em!)
The K the AR, the Pump, the Hand Gun, get it however you want
Park in the front, get out, walk and then dump
Pull off slow leaving no tire marks in the front...go
The go-rilla, know he gon' leave footprints
So he gets his shoes the size a soul bigger
I learned niggaz will turn on you young
Just as the gun misses it hits shit, hence the term killa
Stop lights are not at night it's where you get chopped up
If you stop, nigga maybe the cops might
Surroad through and fast forward his life
Blow noodles on hi sdash board nigga no excuses
I seen plenty survive, weighing 185
In a land where the skinny niggaz die
You gotta
[Chorus]
Bomb First niggaz
You gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz
God made dirt niggaz
It don't hurt niggaz
Drama ain't certain niggaz
But death is
So you gotta go and get 'em!
Bomb first niggaz
You gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz
God made dirt niggaz
It don't hurt niggaz
Drama ain't certain niggaz
But Death is
So somebody gon' get it!

Royce Da 5'9'', You Can't Touch Me

T-M-Royce 5
Pause
Listen to why girls drop they drawls
Alot of em they wanna get involved
Well why you still holdin up the wall
Allow me to introduce myself
My name is Royce Five Nine
Sick Sick Emcee
Here to filter the game
To let clips empty
Trackmaster sound now who's to blame
'Bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game
O.k, jump (jump)
If you want the respect then come (come)
Get it from a nigga that'll merk you
Or tattoo ya name on my arm
Like you one of my dead homies, just to beat the case
Believe me, I'ma lead the race
What is my game?
Wakin up next to chicks like "What is your name?"
Hustlers big, Mustlers big
Niggas better raise they wig
Cause
My Deal, My flow, My Song
{Ladies move like you just don't care)
This is Royce Five Nine, My streets, So Please
(Everybody Throw ya hands in the air, Cause)
We live forever (Wha)
We won't go Never (Wha)
We won't go broke never, cause
You can't touch me
O.k Look
Alot of people take me for a crook
Like my careers been depicted from a book
Nothing but hardcore here
Read "The Source", head of my class for all four years
Did I really fall out with Eminem
(Chicka) No!
Did I really get dropped from "Tommy Boy"
(Chicka) No!
Nigga please, I use more tools than "Black and Decker"
Wrote songs for niggas for classic records
Grimey! If you choose to live by the gun, young one, with hits
Five nine is my hieght
If I was ever to grow, tell y'all a lil' secret
Nobody got to know
Diss me, you don't want to back and forth
Ya jewelery look like that shit they sell in the back of "The Source"
So come how you come, you could just see me
Cause I do what I do, Like i'm doin for T.V
Cause
My Deal, My flow, My Song
{Ladies move like you just don't care)
You know this is Royce Five Nine, My streets, So Please
(Everybody Throw ya hands in the air, Cause)
We live forever (Wha)
We Won't go Never (Wha)
We won't do whatever, cause
You can't touch me
So you wanna see me shake my ass?
Tell me Royce what would you do for this?
So you wanna get it Right Now
Well you can't touch me, you can't touch me
I'm feelin High tonight
Let's ride with Royce 5'9
Tell you just one more time
You can't touch me, you can't touch me
Bounce (bounce)
If you wanna know what's the amount
Come to me for the pounds not the ounce
I react Trickey on people
I'm mild-mannered but I slap hickey's on people
Black King, Freiyon felt,
Attract queens, Ice cold, plus hot, Rap "Leon Phelps"
Oh! Where the money at, show me the dough
Dummies, I'll show you the dough
Cause
My Dough, my flow, my shit, my song, my
Notice I like sayin My
And, notice I like me a Light-skinned Ma
All curvey, that's somethin you can't deny
First singles about me
Second singles about my city
The third is about my son
Three things that's important to me
I gotta be rich, cause being broke is somethin I can't afford to be
Ladies in the club like Whoa! (Whoa)
Turn a nigga down like Oh! (no!)
We open up they mind like yo (yo)
cause, you can't touch me
Ladies in the club like Whoa! (Whoa)
Turn a nigga down like Oh! (no!)
We open up they mind like yo (yo)

Royce Da 5'9'', You Don't Know Me

[Intro]
Money.. and murder..
This is life, understand me
You don't know me
Nah.. nah.. nah
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Niggaz got the wrong views on this long uz'
I'm nothin to prove, while you bluffin I use, I'm gon' shoot
As far as life, I've been lied to, looked down upon
I had fights, too many to count 'em all, I'll round them off
I been shot at, went back and got the drop on hoods
Never been robbed, knock on wood, I don't buy that
Yo the streets is in you, we make +Scary Movies+
No beefs to be continued, only +Sequel+ is lonely and peaceful
It's funny to see, niggaz wanna be like me
Who like me? Who represent the D like me?
Fuck the scribbles, I get right to the drawin
My head's on straight, I know right where I'm from, and right where I'm goin
Gimme one hit, per summer money come get - take it, it's yours
Who's the king? Mummy un-stitched, the ruler
The one and only, fuck the pesos, now that we work
That's only a tenth of the dollar I'm worth - you don't know me
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
You don't know me, you just know what you hear
This is nothin you heard, it's just somethin you know when you hear
Just makin you know when you hear, it's over this year
I could even be phony, you don't know me (naw)
[Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm hot though, disagree? You do not know
about the streets, or the rap, you just macho
I won't stop - every broke nigga got a opinion
for every dollar he don't got; fuck them
Some of these niggaz hatin me in my own city, but fuck them too
I'm only here because of y'all niggaz, so what sent you?
I'm only wishin niggaz'll stop dissin
and pay attention to that little dot on the mitten I live in
I don't compete, I teach
First lesson - I'ma show the competition how to get beat
It's easy, you don't know me (no)
You act raw, but is it really you?
Look, just gimme my money, that's all I ask for, I'm chillin
I got lessons to tell, I rhyme like I'm desperate as hell
He who prevails will always keep records for sale
No matter what the case is
I blew the fuck up, and now I'm back to rub it in the faces of haters
You don't know me
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9"]
You might not like, you gon' respect it
Cause I flows 'til I'm restless, I keep stressin who the best is
You don't know me homie; you'll never hear
a real nigga's name in my mouth, I talk about the phony only
Y'all missin the fact, that figures I'm paid
And I'm still itchin to scratch a wack nigga, now that's dedication
As long as rap's as segregation, I can only speak for myself
And all I can tell you is you don't know me (naw)
[Chorus] â‚¬" repeat 2X
[Outro]
Yo.. yeah
My name is Royce 5-9
That's all you know, huh?
Get to know me first
Nah nah, huh?

Royce Da 5'9'', What The Beat (featuring Eminem & Method Man)

[DJ Clue]
Ha haaaaa... [echoes]
[Method Man]
Now...now...now...unnhhh..
Professional two shit...WHAT!
Staten Island up in this mad-a-fulka...
Mr. Meth rep rep rep rep rep rep...
For the cause
Wu-Tang Killa Beez forever my niggaz
Yeah...we put our draws in it...CLUE! [echoes]
[DJ Clue]
[talking over above Method Man verse]
New Method Man!
Eminem...
Royce...
CLUE! [echoes]
[Method Man]
Niggaz is like "Oh my God not you!"
Yes I'm in the flesh like hollow heads through your vest
No contest, M.E.-Eth Man's obsessed
With sex, drugs and rock & roll
New tecs and calicos!
Word has it we move mathematic on rappers
Who don't add up, you get broke, battered and slapped up
8 million stories in the nekkid call yo man Method
Straight guerilla iller nigga kill a murder record
My verbal shooter does it to ya
The 16-bar Ruger, bustin' yo funky dope manuevers
But I'm not ya Super Lover Cee, I'm the Super Sperm
Splash it on your skin rub it in like it's Lubriderm
10 out of 10 I'll be the...
Men of all men I mean the...
Creme de la creme a schemer...
Sippin' on 'Gnac and Zima...
True professional 2...
(DJ CLUE!)
Now that Bush is president nigga we all through
[DJ Clue]
Wooooooooooord!
[Eminem]
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
Why I keep on duckin' under the bed when I hear thunder
Cuz I ain't crazy, I say shit that's crazy to crazy people
To make 'em believe I'm crazy so they can relate to me
And maybe believe in Shady so they can be evil baby
I like that! I'm only as crazy as people made me
Believe me, there'll be just as many muthafuckin' murderers
And heroin users without Marlilyn's music
But I figure I make my music I don't care if you use it
To murder somebody, I just wanna be there when you do it!
Now the parents are suein' cuz little Darren is screwin'
Karen and Susan cause I told him to do it on Clue's new shit
Now it's all ruined, the whole world is fucked up
Cuz of me? Two 12-year old girls is knocked up
My attitude's 'fuck it' like Pac's was at one point
Wanna come join? Pick up a glock and just point
Now everybody's killin' everybody and everybody's bloody
And I'm just laughin' like it's funny
Cause I don't really give a shit about no-muthafuckin'-body
I'm so muthafuckin' nutty I don't give a fuck about nuttin'!
[Royce]
My wrist is...water and freeze
And mix this is...audio Jesus the repent shit gets big
Keep it sharp like knife in a pop device
So "Duro you gotta let it bump!", I came from a hard knock life
They say this kid be rude like this can't be true
I suck my own dick like if I had a rib removed
Vampire, sun go down I'm still wylin'
Bullets travel through the air in the night like Phil Collins
Rock City baby knife through your throat 'til you're broke
Rise from the underground like sewer smoke
It's all shifty, I got all-a my dogs wit' me
And they all rich, and still all-a they palms itchy
We'll pump, rumble over birds jungle urge
Walkin' like we talkin' drunk while we stumble over words
Clue *inhale*...Duro *inhale*...Slim *inhale*...Meth *inhale*...
Five *inhale*...Nine *inhale*...Hold up *inhale*...breath
[Method Man]
It's just...Mr. Meth and DJ Clue
I ain't crazy, I just do what the beats say do
[Eminem]
It's just...Slim Shady and DJ Clue
I ain't evil, I just do what the beats say do
[Royce]
Unnh..Royce 5-9 and DJ Clue
I ain't bad, I just do what the beats say do..unnh...
[kiss noise]
[DJ Clue]
DJ Clue!
Desert Storm!
Come oooooooon maaaaaaaan! [echoes]

Royce Da 5'9'', Life (featuring Amerie)

(Royce talking)
Come here Royce
(Royce talking over chorus)
Come over here, sit down, let me talk to you
Right here, over here
Sit on daddy's lap
I want to tell you something
(Chorus: Amerie) [Royce]
Life is a moment in space
When the dream is gone, it's a lonelier place
[This is life]
Life is a moment in space
When the dream is gone, it's a lonelier place
[Royce]
Listen, yo
Little Royce Nickel Nine, eyes wide with sight
With a future as bright as the light in the eyes of Christ
Ready to take on the world and whatever is in it
Proof read, sign, and seal whatever you finish
I can only lead you while you're on your quest for knowledge
I'ma teach you to have sense and to respect the dollar
Hope for the best, and you'll see, your world will be solid
I'ma teach you the truth, even behind worldly logic
This is life, cut and dry, days is bright, nights is dark
Fights get sparked, it's almost like to get ahead
You got to be twice as smart, the realities of life is harsh
Just know that God's keeping you level
He'll even speak through the ghetto to reach you
Just to teach you that the streets is the devil
Everybody's dishonest, different
Which means that we're dying by livin'
Oblivious to the time that we're given
So you don't prepare for the death, you live for the life
And live right like, do right by your kids and your wife
Have fun as a child, yo them years is precious
The future brings fear and stresses as the year progresses
You're gonna turn a lot of them down, you're gonna feel rejection
You're gonna tell a lot of lies and you're gonna hear confessions
It's a two way street when you deal in his presence
Only your life can show that everything is real in this message
This is life
(Chorus: Amerie) [Royce]
Life is a moment in space
When the dream is gone, it's a lonelier place
[This is life]
Life is a moment in space
When the dream is gone, it's a lonelier place
[Royce]
Yo, the whole world is upon you, the pressure is on
And you can probably sum your life up the best when you're gone
Upon the creation of all men, destiny's born
For us to reproduce, so you can keep the legacy goin'
I know you think I'm Superman, but I got weaknesses too
I keep a firm leash on things by believing in you
And after I'm gone I live on breathing through you
And anything I had in this life, I leave it to you
Aim for the sky and fly till you come back down
I had you the baton and you run, till you come back 'round
Let your heart tell your temper, "Put that gun back down!"
Dry your tears up and turn that frown upside-down
It'd be plenty to cry for, think life, not death
You got much more to live for than to die for
But you got to stay humble
Cause just as hard as your work to get it
There's people working harder to take it from you
Cause life, something that people take for granted
As time passes, you're gonna want something back
But you won't get it cause history is made every second
So you crave every lesson and save every blessin'
No matter how you view the world yo, you never will get it
The world will be the world through the eyes of whoever is in it
But things ain't gonna always go right
Look at it like, yo this ain't your day, but this your life, and live
Life
(Chorus: Amerie) [Royce]
Life is a moment in space
When the dream is gone, it's a lonelier place
[This is life]
Life is a moment in space
When the dream is gone, it's a lonelier place
[Amerie]
There will be trials and tribulations
But don't let them, don't let them, don't let them bring you down
I said you better keep going to your destination
After your darkest hour the sun will come around
(Royce talking)
This is life
Yo I don't care, I don't care if this song don't sell one copy
That's not even what it's for
It's for you, my boy
This is life
(Amerie singing in the background)
You gotta keep going on, you gotta keep moving on
Be strong, be strong, be strong
Cause this is life

Royce Da 5'9'', Let's Grow

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Real niggaz only.. hah..
First of all, what's my name? Five-Nine!
Yeah.. I got somethin for you
I got somethin for you, yeah
They call me Royce 5-9 or, Mr. Always-Ice-Cold-Wrist-ed
Or Mr. None-Of-Your-Business
Mr. Consistant-In-Conflict, for so dope lyrics (harvest)
The hardest hittin nigga in show bid'ness
Came in this game with a pissy-ass attitude
Arrogant like, "Shut up!" Laughin that you a trick
I wasn't happy before, but I'm happy today
I'm rappin today, lookin to get a plaque in my day
So I met this white boy one night
who turned out to be the illest human being I ever heard in my life
He took me under his wing, and showed me some things
and molded me into a pro until the flow was mean
Taught me not to do it like this, but to do it like that
Threw me all types of love and I threw it right back
Though we don't talk as much, we never let the game consume us
cause we too real, my nigga Slim, let's grow
[Chorus: x2]
Let us grow up, now we got here
We can't stop here, we too far
All my niggaz, y'all my niggaz
and you all know who you are (let's grow)
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, Royce 5-9 or, twelve men in one
About as explosive as them shells in your gun
Mr. Quick-To-Pull-A-Thing-On-You just for your loot
Mr. Mr. Mr. Quick-To-Swing-On-You before he shoot
I'm the finest tuned rappin machine rappin a scene
since, way back when there was only rappin in Queens
Suck my BALLS if you competin with me homeboy
I don't dream, I'm the type to just be homeboy
Sucka free is like a religion I honor and serve
And more common in words, a song witchu, what's in it?
Y'all niggaz is all punks and your jewels is rented
And your diamonds is all dark, like they blue but tinted
I would never kill none of y'all, I ain't that fool
But I will stomp the shit out you, I ain't that cool
You ain't even gotta greet me when you see, matter of fact
You better give me five feet when you see me, where you at?
Let's grow
[Chorus]
[Royce]
Royce 5-9 or, one sick nigga
Bitches know that with me that the cum gets quicker
Mr., Always-Got-Some-Cris'-Or-A-Pistol
Rather diss you than chill witchu and will hitchu
The insanest monster that came and conquered
a game that remains to be full of trained imposters
I will not let you niggaz talk to me (nope) no way
This is not what I'm here for, give me my money (uh)
Faggots only attract faggots, and that's that
You rap rat, you fuckin roaches and black maggots
Feelin my heat; I talk shit from the moment I wake up
Turn right around and talk shit in my sleep - let's grow

Royce Da 5'9'', We're Live (Danger)

[Hook]
We live, ladies, so fuck with a nigga like,--me
You not ready, to fuck with a nigga
Oh oh here he comes
Watch out now he'll chew you up
I know you gone hear me come
I won't stop, now tell me who you are
[Verse 1]
I bet you never met nobody like this before
Same game that he grew back from '64
I might rob from a pimp just to give to his whores
I'm just one of the fourty thieves 'bout to get through this door
Take game from a nigga with game and make change
And meanwhile we clean house and take names
I'm a walking million dollar price
I'm talking billion dollars tight
Feelin' like some zillion dollar ice
I clown on fools
Dump these little rappers in the great lakes and tell 'em the crown don't move
Though you still ramble your lips I still hear you
Just examine your bitch my prints still near you
Once I talk to these hoes, they never talk back
Once they walk through these doors, they never walk back
Niggas better raise they weight, today they late
When Nickle-Nine raid they dates, the player haters..
[Chorus]
We Live ladies
Don't you want to outdo my mind
We Live ladies
Never met no one like you in my life
We Live ladies
I know you gone see my coupe fly by
We Live ladies
Never met no one like you in my life
[Verse 2]
I know you wanna fuck with a nigga that's gangster
Get you to your room, get into your womb
Dig a deeper hole for you watch your face change
Your weight gain, large helmet, Milky Way vane
How long?
Long as the frame of a great dane
Take names that belongs in a frame bronze
I'm 'bout the hottest name cause the sun can't fall
You can't take your eye off your untamed broad
She wanna ride along side of the same wall
Put aside her pride holler and name call
Tell you all types of moves, you don't do
Say it's all in the tounge and the finger, coach you
Women worldwide say Royce your so true
In this Real World what sits on a Road Rules
How can I be the King down on my knees
This is for the ladies, fellas follow my lead
We just wanna say..
[Chorus]
We Live ladies.
Don't you want to outdo my mind
We Live ladies
Never met no one like you in my life
We Live ladies
I know you gone see my coupe fly by
We Live ladies
Never met no one like you in my life
[Hook]
Oh oh here he comes
Watch out now he'll chew you up
I know you gone here me come
I won't stop, now tell me who you are
[Verse 3]
I'm the calmset, most are most smooth
Whatever they want me to be, I'm no fool
I rhyme for the ladies, rhyme for my fellas
In my heart I'm just an MC that time undeveloped
This one's for your girl, I'm 'bout to help you with her
A dick-to-a-doorstep service that self-delivers
Follow Ma, lot of Prada gotta buy a lot of bling
Follow-badda-swallow-bada-boom-follows-bada-bing
Cantine style, Luis the 13th
After your chick smiles I knew it was working
Rich niggas, you can't beat then join 'em
You can't join us then beat it
Leave us alone you hater you!
[Chorus]
We Live ladies.
Don't you want to outdo my mind
We Live ladies
Never met no one like you in my life
We Live ladies
I know you gone see my coupe fly by
We Live ladies
Never met no one like you in my life
We live ladies, so fuck witha nigga like,--me
You not ready, to fuck with a nigga

Royce Da 5'9'', War

[Chorus]
This, means, WAR!
Wanna bring it to, bring it to me? (uhh)
Wanna bring it to me, we in the D (uhh)
You, we got you
Spot him before he spots you
WAR! Wanna bring it to, bring it to me (uhh)
Wanna bring it to me, we in the D (uhh)
You, we got you
Spot him before he spots youuuu!
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yo, yo, I roll with the wildest crew in the game
Niggaz that'll put two in your frame
with any one of the guns we carry to cock
Aim, only to use on one of you bums, too scary to box
Gimme mines and mines only, you know
Nigga you only a hole which shows in the tone of your flow
The iller the team the iller the regime
Peelin from the scene in trucks, we gettin cream or what?
Robbery's the word over extortion
Force niggaz to fork over a fortune
Takin you cats into a world you probably ain't never even been before
Before we can even talk
There's money to be made, niggaz wanna get paid
I ain't playin wit y'all niggaz, I'm serious
Try to top the flow or stop the dough
You could get shot fo' sho', your whole block could go
I'm takin the pistol to make it official
Hollow heads make him an issue, makin 'em hit you
Feel the force of a real nigga in this
My niggaz'll tear the club up
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yo, yo, yo - we attack the last nigga that blast
Take him for cash; if he broke, we kickin his ass
Simple as that, either the fifth or the mac
cripple the cat, you too if you think you could rap
Who fuckin with me? Gimme one name
One nigga with versatility like this
Ability like this, it's like this
With me, my flow, you never know what you might get
Prime suspect, and I ain't hit you with half of the rhyme just yet
Niggaz wonderin why I be callin myself the King
Shh, I'm the King
Who you ever seen that's doin it like me?
What new nigga done came that'll spit shit
that'll sit in your brain, yeah I'm doin my thing
A lotta you niggaz'll probably be intimidated by it
When my shit gets played, niggaz riot
Shit gets sprayed; but you can't change that
I was doin that in sixth grade
You can take it to the streets with us
All out war, fuck it, everybody heat could bust
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yo, yo, my attitude done changed since I became a king
I'm a stranger being, rearrangin things
Now that I can afford a Range and rings
I sit and think, I remember when it became a dream
Now I'm livin in it, takin the game
to where it's never even been visited, what's my name?
Royce 5'9" (who?) hottest nigga in rap
How I'm figurin that? I'm iller than y'all
Plus all my niggaz be more realer than y'all
More crooks and way more killers than y'all
Hot with it with goals, tryin to die with over two hundred songs
Ready to go like 'Pac did it
Niggaz is out for the cheese
There can only be one King, it's either me or about to be me
We bringin heat with us
Ready to shoot, y'all niggaz better recruit, you ain't deep enough

Royce Da 5'9'', Take Me Away

[Chorus: Amerie + Royce + (Amerie)]
Take me away, from all the pressures of livin today
and save me, I feel so alone
I don't wanna live, when you appear take my soul
Just go, I wanna come home
(Take me away, from all the pressures of livin today)
(And save me, I feel so alone)
(I don't wanna live, when you appear take my soul)
(Just go, I wanna come home)
[Verse One: Royce Da 5'9" (Amerie)]
(I don't wanna live) Rather actin or clappin
Attackin rap, if it happens to happens, it happens - I wanna
(Take my own life) Somethin that goes on inside of my head
cause I'm only alive 'til I'm dead – and
(That could be today) Keep a gun with me cocked
Come with my squad, nobody knows my number but God - and homie
(When it's your turn) Even the paradise is a heaven
The dice is a seven, you eternally burn, baby
(This is how it goes) I think you need to wake up
You only here to just take space up, your maker is your breaker
(And it's so, real) Doomed!
If you been to a funeral before you felt the Grim Reaper in the room - cause
(Death comes in three's) Yes, you could only guess
which one of you next (which one it's gon', be)
(But could it be, you?) Maybe
But you don't think about it though, 'til them wakes is replaced by daisies
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Royce Da 5'9" (Amerie)]
(Sometimes I wanna cry) Askin myself why
is it when fake niggaz collide real niggaz divide - but
(It should be the other way) Dawg, I feel you
Don't let 'em get to you, I love you, and you know who you are
(And until we meet again) I just hope you choose your soldiers wisely
Cause likely the truth'll come out in the end - and
(And when it's that, time) We break bread, reflect back
Chill with the Lord and wait for the next batch
(Of more hungry MC's) The new breed's climbin these trees
Signin these deeds, y'all remind me of me, hah
(Cause this is your life) The soul is sellin
Your whole intelligent mode is exposed to the Devil
(And when you lookin BACK!) You never get your look back
Flow or hook back, it's over, yo he took that - but
(But he can take me) I'm right there
Thought I was chasin a dream, shit I was chasin a nightmare

Royce Da 5'9'', Let's Go (featuring Twista)

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Huh?
We the best, Twist' you at nigga c'mere
Sift ya lye.. c'mere
Extremely hard to be the king of a city it's dis
A nigga that could twist like this
A nigga that could rip any shit that he get
Never balk and come with a metaphor like this
Flow like dis, never broke but flow for the dough like this
Never been a nigga that you know like dis
Cold like dis, but ah, it's just me and D-Mo like dis
Respect is a must, got every nigga in every hood checkin for us
Never catch us catchin the bus
Niggaz got whips, niggaz got loot,
niggaz got troops, got guns, got clips (what)
Next big thing, iced watch to go with the necklace ring
Iced out to go with the rest it seems
More or less the more of the best you seen
Big buzz, only rollin with big thugs
We get in clubs you know you gettin ya shit bust
Not too many ducks is goin against us
If ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift up
Rhyme till I can't rhyme no more, ball till I can't ball no more
Till I'm 5'9" no more, till the ice can't shine no more
Which ever comes first, let's go nigga
[Hook - 2X]
Who the fuck want what?!
Who the fuck want what, want what?!
[Twis] Playa tell me why you hatin, cuz you the one take
[Twis] that from a nigga that'll open you up
[Twis] You gotta send the deck up when we holla
[Royce Da 5'9"]
One of a hundred niggaz'll hate my shit
Eighty-nine'll bite, the other ten'll think of comin alike
Cuz my shit when it come to the mic, 99 outta 100'll like
Never disrespect a nigga grippin the tec, it's my shit
Put the flow in affect with my clique
Go to the death, flow the best, my spit - I'm sick, it's my shit
Try to get slick and niggaz is gettin hit
You don't want that do you? It comes back to you
And I ain't even tryna rap to you, so suck my dick, it's my shit
Too many willin to pin ya in rap
put a endin to that, do the math with me
Straight to the lab, we're sendin you back
Keep going, you know that no one can last wit me
Stay armed with the biggest of arms, got bitch-niggaz hittin alarms
Every rhyme is strictly writtin to harm
This my shit, keep every word of every verse in position to launch
Never gon' fail, never got plans of catchin a L
I'ma forever prevail, whatever you yell
It's my world, everything else, c'mon nigga
[Hook - 2X]
{*pause*}
[Royce talking *beat slowly returning*]
Motown, uhh..
Chi-town.. 5'9..
Twista, let's go nigga uhh
[Twista]
Tell me who the fuck want what
Whatchu murderous niggaz is ready to make the deck go up?
I could cause a scene to make you throw up
Put a bullet in yo' gut, bat em down and leave the sto' cut
Cuz homie you ain't got no choice ta,
Dat why you runnin to a real rida like Twista, or Roysta
Let the thirty caliber annoint ya
Whodie won't even know he hit till he feel his shirt suckin the moisture
Voice ya opinion if ya want to
Kick-ass winner, kick up dust in the middle of the arena
Subpeona motherfuckaz like the courts do
We'll blast shortly ya nuts bust and it won't be a misdemeanor
We them niggaz that'll come approach ya
Shockin ya body our Bacardi keeps all ya nerves from bleedin
Until we heard no breathin - two undercovers,
we comin we get the dirty even; they know it's servin season
Shit is good as gone, cuz I gotta bring the goodies home
The petty packin penny brushin with the pretty pearl handle
Pistol, Pelle Pelle pants and the hoodie on
And you comin with the Midwest shit?
Remember how we took you, you trippin off how we did that shit
Somebody tell me where the weed at
Some niggaz knew I was about to snap so he hid that shit
I was gon' get buck - come hard - get crunk
Go into a thing and let the rhyme ride,
and hit them niggaz from the blindside
And take the whole opposition down with my dog 5'9
Ceremony for the killaz, bustin em off,
and comin off so you can bust yo' nut
Though I'm bout to bust yo' guts
But if yo' operation is hatin, who the fuck want what?
[Hook - 4X]
*beat continues then fades out*

Royce Da 5'9'', King of Kings

Lemme school you..
[Chorus: sung - in background]
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I..
[talking over chorus]
Yo, to all my hungry disciples
Listen (let's talk) sit still, sit still.
Sit still (blackout) listen, the hungriest.
Kings, kings, kings, sit still (the hungriest)
Listen, lemme school you for a minute.
Blackout, blackout (blackout)..
[Verse One: Royce]
An angel from the lost, spite headband, marked dead man
Innermost thoughts locked, dangling from a cross (what)
The hotter the heart, the harder - wrapped up
Crucified with my chest up, felt forsaken by the Father
Wounded rebel (oooh) in Jerusalem
Gettin picked on, and whipped by the goons of the Devil
Black man, 5 foot 9, see the dawn when he stares out
With wool hair and feet of bronze
Birdstick, a black staff with brown handle
Backtrack; my first kicks, brown sandals
In the breeze of the surgeon, surrounded by merchants
I'mmaculate birth, conceived by a virgin
Do a lot in the lyric, due to the true and not living
Pure as the white driven human inside of a spirit
Or the Cathedral, that's only a quarter illegal
Slaughter the people, all for the forces of evil
Exterior armor, transparent, non-vivid
The last grand wizard slash serial bomber
Here it is; I'm Heaven sent, livin in Hell
All-seeing eye, in hand of the pyramids and keep watchin
Out for the death while the beats knockin
Plot by the Devil in a blue dress and chief stockings
Spiritual last, equipped with physical mass
Able to think quick and bring miracles to pass
The lost wonder of dark days to breathe light in
Christ titan, cough thunder and sneeze lightning
Control the thoughts, procore, feed the gators
Sole mediator of code in the Holy War, in front of the mobs
And a storm comin in March
Locked in the physical form of the son of the God
[Chorus: sung w/ adlibs]
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I..
[Verse Two: Royce]
The true and living son of the son, thorough
Tongue swore of war, speak and slash son of a gun
When the rumors started I departed - I don't know
some old shit about me being placed in a tomb in the Garden
Listen here you lost, I was tortured and died for the cause
And got caught, disappeared from the cross
First into a lesson and learned of my return to the Earth
in the form of a perfect human specimen
The written jeweler, driven from the face of a leader
Slave of the people, in the form of a hidden ruler
Satan's descendents, put a break in what they intended
The hatred is ended - sway the other way of the sentence
Bells'll go and tell, defendants'll go to jail
Hot coal on ya trail, sinners'll go to Hell
I got a soul for sale, well;
Let's start the bidding at a tragic death
Who knows what's finna happen next?
Cousin of death, with predictions that I can promise
Gave it to Nostradamus and now he touchin the rest
The heart caller, balancing birds on my finger
Nerves of a cheetah, birthed with the urge to walk water
Foul searchin, bi-weekly, all-purpose
Talk verses in dashikis and fly turbans
Enter the scheme of things, all love
All thugs get judged by me, the king of the kings..
[Chorus: sung w/ adlibs]
...don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..

Royce Da 5'9'', Spit Game (featuring Pretty Ugly)

{Royce Da 5'9''}
[intro]
uh, yeah, uh huh, "Pretty Ugly", "Royce Da 5'9'' ,what, 1-2, we spitt game nigga,we spit game nigga,we here now
{Pretty Ugly}
Now take a look at me, how Philly see me ballin' --P.U.
yeah you heard wit they call em' Pretty Ugly the Philly cat wit tha chip toof'
that wear low shirts,Guess jeans-n-tim boots
I only drink 151 rum passion, no christ ima thug-n-i dont like flashin
i can get a bad bitch for somethin' a little cheapa'
and my whole bidy smellin like reefa'
dro aint babage i gotta bad habbit
tryna fight it i aint even took a jab at it
why quit? I love ta talk shit
i love big hips when im takin' a long hit
spit game all nite and my mine been right
ya'll dudes aint that tight and i'll put it in black& white
im tigherd of rappa's tryna make offa's
i aint here ta see ya'll i came ta talk ta ya bosses
[Chorus]
I said momi,-- dont chu hear my game
im tryna get chu ta try me--so u can play my game
boom-boom-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-boom-boom-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-boom-boom-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-boom--boom-la-la---la-la-la
{Royce}
I said here's a peace of me and im gonna take it(nigga)
here's a peace of my heat that i wont take
he's been sold a dream'a he had the prevalege to hold the neena
hes been exposed ta penis
grown niggas speak wit they hand cuzz they know how ta bring it
know how ta fold his fing'as slingin the oldest english
my co-fee, smokin a roll thats how it be
when tha hoe start smokin the co she im me
she prolly sip on tha nutta,she prolly winey
chickens still love us but we still slip on the rubba's
why is'nt the bitches sensitive lova's
we keep these bitches flyyy-we keep em' on the cova's
niggas is humble this is our label so snap out
niggas try ta cova' tha card table and they crap out
in japan like im the man u be lucky ta know
that i be fukin these hoes like yo-tochy-u-toes
[chorus]
{Pretty Ugly}
I spit game this is real shit no riddles
girls at the bar mmeet me in the middle
back that ass up shake it juss a little
come on show me somethin make ya titty's jiggle
ya gotta love the way i spit it cuzz my game is tight
it's Pretty Ugly im the same dude ya friend like
aint nottin change im the shit baby it's my time
spt game the boy Pates Royce Da 5'9''
{Royce}
wat' in ya mind ta make u think that my click be trippin(boom)
im the bomb cuzz my dicka will be kickin
we can split 50/50 of sticka's, payin fo' bitches
my lips is fo sippin strectly and aint fo lickin
came fo bitches and now u swalloin go
till i holla (ahh) part of tha flow
im takin this action but chu' wanna know that
im sorry Ms.Jackson but cha' daughter's a hoe
[Chorus]

Royce Da 5'9'', Something's Wrong With Him

Uhh, yeah, my conference calls with 'Los and Kino
consists of - (Nigga tone it down, there's way too much killin)
Of course I ignore 'em, a poor man talk
I don't give a fuck if I throw my poor fans off
Pathetic war done entered my brain and permanently changed me
Now I'm angry so FUCK a metaphor
FUCK hip-hop, hip-hop sucks!
You got, niggaz on top swingin from 2Pac's NUTS!
It's like, I could go in the lab
and try to write somethin that's nice or bright but I will be holdin back
My scripture's in the dark
Deep-rooted soldier inside my soul, uncontrollable temper like "The Hulk's"
My wife don't like my album, it's way too dark for women
She say it sound like I hold grudges
She rather listen to Joe Budden's, no disrespect aight?
But FUCK a party now and everybody like
(What's wrong witchu nigga? Every song you killin)
(Every rhyme you spit is violently put)
Lethal, BUT - I have no problem
with puttin this gun down and beatin yo' ass up
I was taught rhyme from the heart, they will feel you
I like the dark, you cut on them lights, I will kill you
(Something's wrong with him)
(Just like his pops
He don't give a fuck if you like him or not
He's a major problem) I will slap yo' ass in church
And apologize to Jesus later, punk!
Why am I hot and you not, and why is you rich?
And why I ain't got SHIT in my pocket but lint?
This ain't rap no mo', this not a flow
This is beef, there's a couple street niggaz that got to go (bloaw!)
My name is Nickel (haha) I'm from the suburbs (yeah!)
It's only a ten-minute drive to come and get you (yeah)
TIRED of you hoes
I will slap snot side-ways outta ya nose, PARTNAH! (partnah!)
I know we got drama
But I will still show up at your funeral and hug yo' ugly-ass momma
Everybody wanna know why the flow is so bad
(Why is you so mad?) Everybody askin
I'm a natural since - I wrote "Black Girl"
I hope that you don't think
that I won't smack yo' bitch
Cause I will clap her if she happen to be witchu, when I kill you
You can get ideas, nobody compares you thugs
I will put out the bub on top of yo' head
This .22 rifle, be shootin them bouncin bullets
The enter into your head and exit out yo' foot
Ride off as soon as my clip turns, you click and
them choppers is lookin for eyeballs (yeah)
You could bring yo' roughest toughest thug
that's jealous just tell him to touch me, I will fuck him up!
I will knock his ass OUT
And if I can't beat him I will grab my heater and POP his ass!
FUCK yo' life, stripes I will shock yo' hood

Royce Da 5'9'', Soldier's Story

We're in a situation, where everybody involved knows the stakes
(What up Reef) We're soldier's
Soldiers don't go to hell, it's war
I'm horse-back on the drums, from the kick to the snare
Get them shits in the air, shit is fixin' to flair
Spit on the beat, wrap it and ship it
Put it out, shit on the streets, that's me
Bust you in yo shit, and tell you don't you ever
That's me, I need respect, don't you better
That's me, chrome berretta, in the waistline
Of my own get up, I'm gone and still goin (*Car horn*)
That's me, you hear a pop and see a drop, I'm comin
That's me, when everybody on ya block is runnin
That's me, wit the rocks that could block the sun in
The glock that I got, got a box it come in
I'm like the fear, that Biggie and Pac is comin (Uh)
The reason why them baller boys cop them onions
That's me, 5 to the 9 doo rag be tied to the side
You could either ride with it or die
Grooooom, yeah now you know a soldier's comin
He came right into yo hood, and he sold you somethin
He spit, wit a frozen flow, and he told you somethin
I think I hear a soldier's comin, that's me
Grooooom, yeah now you know a soldier's comin
You better run for it, run for it, run
Yeah now you know a soldier's comin
You better run for it, run for it, run
We soldier's, (We) bats, (We) chains
(We) gats, (We) game, (We) raps, (We) names
We soldier's, in the streets we keep heat
Niggas is deep, and niggas'll creep, creep
Far from what you would call soft, you competing
What you would fall off, I'm beef, you call off
That's me, the one that you supposedly beef wit
That's me, we fought, but you kept it a secret
Talking bout what you gon' do when you find me and keep seeing me (Uh)
Lying like you dying to catch me, and put three in me (Uh)
Told him cut the jokes, but I guessed that he wan't hearin me (Uh)
Convince his self that he wan't fearing me
My niggas all killers, from the bottom straight to the top
Ride wit me rather know they destination or not
That's me, the baddest rap you heard in a while
Ride with the gat in the lap, convertible style
That's me, the killer that lurk in the dark
Tear up ya goddamn hood, from the church to the park
Grooooom, motherfucker, you hear that noise
You better run for it, run for it, run
Nothin' but underground shit, comin out of my pump
Decade funk from a punk, comin out of my trunk (Uh)
Everybody wanna thug, wit them triggers they pullin
Be shootin pip-pip guns, that ain't as big as my bullets
Live from Detroit comin, to a block near you (Uh)
Real soon, somebody might get popped near you (Uh)
All you wanna do is rap, I'll be listening right
After flippin a bit difference, between a clip and a mic
I'ma soldier (Soldier) cool as I wanna be
Gun totin, talkin to hoes, rude as I wanna be
Who wants some of me, this is no problem
That I can't fix, I got a tool that I brung wit me (Uh)
Hardcore niggas your nothin (Uh)
Ben Franklin run this motherfucker, and in God I trust him (Uh)
If you ever see my guns out, I'm probly bustin
Why you niggas ridin and dying, I'll be truckin
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Royce Nickel 9, 2000
Big Reef, uh
Beef, we soldier's, we follow codes, orders

Royce Da 5'9'', Shit On You

Yo, this is a J-Dawg exclusive.
[Speaking] Yeah, I'm speaking on behalf of Royce the 5'9, and the rest of Wall Street. Me and my boys are tired of chicken shit bastards like those D12 bitches. Don't get me wrong now, Eminem and Proof, those are my boys, we can get down anytime of the day. But that fat bastard Bizarre!? He's going to get himself a good ol' country ass whooping. Let me tell ya, Royce the 5'9 is kinda pissed at Bizarre because, this chicken shit bastard, goes around getting on mix tapes with the crew... then he wants to turn around and diss somebody!? Isn't that a bitch!? Hell I don't know, this guy might even get his damn ass whooped. If I was him I'd stay indoors. Boy I tell ya, this mother fucker, he wants to go around dissing Royce the 5'9; then turn around and call him up, so he can get a goddamn spot on the Rock City remix! (hahahaha) Ain't that a bitch!? (ha... what the fuck?!)
[Royce Speaking] Yeah yeah, no offence to my true niggas, y'all know who we all are, this is personal. Mother fuckers. You hear me? I know I didn't get back to you. You dissed me a while ago. I just caught it, I couldn't understand what your fat ass was saying. It's all good, I'm home. It's time for us to talk to each other... nigga.
[Royce Rapping] Yo yo, I heard you on DJ Butter, you ain't sick
I'm wearing between the s-stutter, and punchin' this
I was like huh? What the fuck is this
Why the fuck this lame nigga trying to fuck with this?
You just talking real wreckless, you dissed the King
Get your eyes off my necklace, kiss the ring
Crawl before you walk, don't be caught without your gat
Somebody should have taught you how to talk before you rap
I know about how you gotta get walked through your verse
Niggas trying to teach you how to talk, off of your verse
The streets, and the magazines still knockin' your verse
On your verse, niggas just look at their watch and reverse
I'm about realism, as far as a fat nigga that raps and rapes kids
I don't see the vision
You, you do front, me you admire
You told the truth once like "I'm a compulsive liar"
Insecure niggas, take offense to the lie
All in my shit when I'm mentioning mine
Yo it's on, better telethon, stick to the rhyme
You better run and get Swift when I get to the nine
You should be, Wall Street, y'all in slum Z
But nope, you want to rhyme like Young Z
You was a clown in school, the only nigga on stage in a costume
Now the World is clowning you
Share for the rap, arresting the big fat bear
That got a jump in the character to rap
Nigga, gimme this mic, you ain't doing it right
You called yourself an idiot, I'm just proving yourself right
This is strong over the weak, long career over the ceased
And me, doing you wrong over your beat
You speak when you see me, but you talk the flow
Fucking clown, smile nigga, honk your nose
You probably looking at it like I'm making a big deal
But nigga that's what I do, I make big deals
Take a chunk of the budget, and keep they pie raised
And watch the little people split the pie five ways
Nigga go play, matter fact, catch up
I am six figures bigger, and my book's kept up
Y'all a rap boy band, and you're testing me now?
Y'all a group with one star, like Destiny's Child
Fuck that, no nigga, how can I (drowned out by "Yo this is a J-Dawg exclusive)
.. with four dudes, who's easily replaced
I eat rap's niggas when they talk backwards
I call Paul and have him write you off on his taxes
I'm a solo artist, you just one of the crew
Fans coming up to y'all like, "which one is you?"
You're the fat one, tell them that shit lame
You ain't tell a joke whenever too, that's your game
Who cares if you've been on tour, you don't come off (shit)
Nigga all you do is run on stage and run off
One loose cannon, that's strange
'Cause the only cannon in the crew
Was planted, wherever Proof's standing
I speak to Em and Proof, I'm speaking with love
They're my niggas, y'all is cissy niggas keeping a grudge
I don't give a fuck nigga, you can beat up with gloves
And if you want beef, fuck it you can meet up with Bugz
I shit on you... (fat mother fucker)
[Royce Speaking] Ayo, cut that shit. Fuck that nigga, you diss me you gon' be dissed back, nigga. Yo mama. (mother fucker) And I beat yo' ass. Wall Street yo.

Royce Da 5'9'', Scary Movies (The Sequel)

What's your favourite scary movie?
Live from the dungeon, we coming
Y'all besta be running, we coming
Y'all don't want none of this gun an'
I don't know why y'all keep frontin'
Yo
I'ma scare the socks off you
For sure the shock stops all you
Knock ya lox off and chop your watch off you
Lurking in the back like a crook in the black of the bushes
With the rats, with a axe, and the stacks of wood is
By the garage, the Mirage tracks the shadow
My weapon is large with bodies, I'm strapped for battle
My soul is in the crossroads, it hides the feeling
Somewhere deep inside the spirit to rise the killer
I'm too distant to talk
My vicious assault
Is inflicted in parts to slit you and stick in your heart
I got nothing to lose and nothing to gain
Only way I'm dying is up in flames
I'm stuck in the game
Look at you busting ya thang
Shots only get stuck in my frame
I got you not trusting ya aim
I never speak but you can hear me breathe at night
With a hunger and greed for life 'til this eve was right
I'm a true killer
A troop risen to do business
Live on a booth on a river drooped with news clippings
I only come out when it's time to run out and find
An innocent victim inside one house with blinds
I'm Freddie Kruger, Jason, and Scream chasing a dream
Looking for a scene to take to the extreme for the mean
You better carry your Uzis is rare to do me
Everybody's scared to view me, I'm Scary Movies
[Chorus] x2
Y'all want drama?
Wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers coming in with their team and carry toolies
You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
We hard hitting, directing, and starring in it
Yo niggas from the Wall don't bleed
Dirty Dozen niggas don't bleed
Royce 5-9 don't bleed
Rock City niggas don't bleed
Live from the dungeon, we coming
Y'all best be running, we coming
Y'all don't want none of this gun an'
I don't know why y'all keep frontin'
Yo
All this room in this big house you chose the attic
You running slower and slower so you froze in panic
I'm wearing a white mask, black cloak and dagger
You scatter hoping for life, grabbing ropes and ladders
Under this robe, I'm tatted up
Automatic'd up
I'm mad as fuck, I'ma kill no matter what
You - live in the wrong house, at the wrong time
You've - answered the call so you all mine
You can't put fear in the heart of the heartless
Got a list of names just don't know which one to start with
At your house, staking it out, posing as carpenters
Looking for closets and house guns with cartridges
I'm low down and stressed
I go around the rest of the house looking for Granny to throw down the steps
And when it's your turn - oh you know it's tragic
And the music in the background is so dramatic
I'm trying to lift you off your feet - hope you know gymnastics
Try to - soak the mattress with rope molasses
You try to - cover your head like a prophylactic
Next time somebody calling your phone, don't answer it
[Ring x2]
Hello? Hello?
[Hang up tone]
Yo
[Chorus] x2
Yo niggas from the Wall, don't bleed
Dirty Dozen niggas don't bleed
Royce 5-9 don't bleed
Rock City niggas don't bleed
We making names for each other like the Wayans Brothers
Rock City niggas always name each other.
Niggas got crews, don't even claim each other.
2000

Royce Da 5'9'', Rock City

(Feat. Eminem)
"Rock City, Royce, 5'9, Slim, Shady"
*skirt* "COME ON!!"
[Royce the 5'9"]
Can't stop the hustle, Royce nickel nine
Glock stops the tussle, nine shots'll bust you
Pine box'll stuff you, fuck you!
"Fuck you!"
I am not the tussle, niggaz don't know me
*skirt* "COME ON!!"
I'm Detroit's king nigga
*skirt* "Wow!"
Rock City's where niggaz pimp hoes and ball
Strip hoes in bars, still close the malls
"Arms, and ya city's got the.." [3x]
Titties saggin lookin like they got four arms
Gold bottles, green bottles, Cris' to the don
Niggaz get popped for sellin weed shaked with seeds
If you hate me you hate the D (*vocal scratch*) please!
I'm takin shit back, to the riots in the sixties
Think I'm lying? Visit me (Where you live?)
[Hook] + (Eminem)
"Rock city.. rock on!" (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city" *scratches* (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city.. rock on!" (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock wit me" *scratches* (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city" *scratches* (Come on the block wit me)
"Rock city.. rock on!" (And come and rock wit me)
"Rock.. city.. come on"
"Rock.. on.. city.. come on!"
[Royce the 5'9"]
Suburban and city niggaz hustle together
Long as it's money envolved, niggaz'll tussle together
Long as the hustle's a hustle, the green is green
White is white, nigga we buyin if the price is right
So (*scratch*) drop the mics
Everything's on cock, from the shots to the dice
We are not into hype
You can't say we can't work
Either we some plant workers or we some niggaz that plant work
("What") Detroit bitches is bout it
You can just ask any one of ya niggaz that visit about it
Any Seven Mile bitch know how to get rich
She'll fuck you till you sleep PLUS lie to ya bitch
PLUS she'll suck and swallow up outta ya dick
And she'll keep a sugar daddy that'll buy her some shit, come on!
[Hook] + (Eminem)
"Rock city.. rock on!" (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city" *scratches* (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city.. rock on!" (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock wit me" *scratches* (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city" *scratches* (Come on the block wit me)
"Rock city" *scratches* (And come and rock wit me)
"The city with the bars, where the goons with the cars,
to produce, here we are.."
[Royce the 5'9"]
New casinos, car shuffles, numbers to bet
Disrespect and get a new smile under ya neck
A city full of thug-ass niggaz, and punk-rockers
Alotta niggaz act like Pac so cops watch 'em
And shot blocks up in the black or the light Timbs
White boys, look, act, and rap like Slim ("Hi!")
Fight Music, knife users never respect it
Guns talk (*scratch*) high schools with metal detectors
A city full of Tommy Hirst thumpers
Brandt Hill roopers, Barry Sanders runners, stunners
Cal Diz but we connects like whoa!
Type of weed, no need to test like 'dro
Type of cats who got dough, they like ("So!")
You real, then you might go.. (Where?)
[Hook: 2X] + (Eminem)
"Rock city.. rock on!" (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city" *scratches* (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city.. rock on!" (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock wit me" *scratches* (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city" *scratches* (Come on the block wit me)
"Rock city" *scratches* (And come and rock wit me)
[Royce talking] + (Eminem)
Detroit Rock City ("Slim Shady")
Won't you come on the block with us? ("Royce the 5'9")
Won't you just come and rock with us? ("Royce the 5'9")
Next Level ("Rock City")
Royce the 5'9" ("Rock")
Slim Shady ("Rock City")
Uh uh, won't you come and rock with us? ("Rock City")
Won't you come on the block with us? ("Rock wit me")
Won't you come and rock with us? ("Rock wit-")

Royce Da 5'9'', Politics

Royce Da 5'9'', Paranoia

Royce Da 5'9'', Off Parole (featuring Pharrell & Tre Little)

[Royce talking w/ (Pharrell)]
Be quiet (Yeah)
I know what you thinking (Yeah)
Who the hell is that (Yeah)
You in the club minding ya own business (Yeah)
And out of nowhere you here this (Yeah)
How you supposed to act (Yeah)
Neptunes (Yeah)
Royce 5'9 (Yeah)
It's my year baby, uh (Uh)
[Verse 1 - Royce da 5'9 w/ (Pharrell)]
Twelfth grade rode around, started out small (Uh)
My father told me, before you walk, you gotta crawl (Uh)
We was all outlaws wit our fists balled (Uh)
We couldn't even count bars, we was just raw (Uh)
MCer's battlin' at the club, for the plug
Rappin' for the other rappers, strictly for the love
That was cool 'til my life turned, and got tough
I got a girl, got serious, got her knocked up (Uh)
Uh oh, reality check, hold up (Uh)
I gotta figure out a way, to get this dough up (Uh)
I don't want my son to hate me, when he grow up (Yeah)
So I gotta blow up, and leave it to' up (5'9, baby)
I listened to my pops, whenever it got hard (Yeah)
He said look if you gon' be a star, be a star (Yeah)
I got hot, got a deal took rap (Yeah)
Took the whole city wi me, and never looked back, baby (Uh)
[Chorus - Royce da 5'9 w/ (Pharrell)]
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
[Verse 2 - Royce da 5'9 w/ (Pharrell)]
Yo, yo, it's all simple, make a million off the intro (Ugh)
Y'all don't want it, 'cause you still say ya fin' to (Ugh)
I'm finna blow, like this shit is so mental (Yeah, ugh)
That's your life, your problem, and your pencil
Cut the jokes, everybody wanna be rich (Whoo)
You a fool if you don't, you see this (Bitch)
Look at this chain, this bracelet, you hear me (Bling, bling)
I don't won't respect, I want you to fear me (Yeah)
Now look at me, this shit is getting real now (Uh)
I want your money, I'ma spit what you can feel now (Uh)
I tell the truth, so I guess I keep it real now (Uh)
You thought I was ill befo', now I'm ill now (Come on baby)
Come on wit it, I can afford to kill now (Afford, baby)
Look at my son, ask him how he feel now (How you feel)
It's real now, daddy's got a pill now
Wave bye-bye we out of the hood, (Bye) what the deal now (Uh)
[Chorus - Royce da 5'9 w/ (Pharrell)]
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Yeah)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole
[Bridge - Tre' Little w/ (Pharrell)]
Detroit came up, you know we hot (Uh)
30 years where it became a big lot (Uh)
600s on chrome, you don't stop (Uh)
Detroit we just hot (Come on)
Young niggas stay fly at all times (Uh)
Hoes 21 and under with gangsta rides (Uh)
Keep our guns by our sides at all times (Uh)
Detroit we just fly (Rock City)
[Verse 3 - Royce da 5'9 w/ (Pharrell)]
Yo you would love for me and you to switch places won't cha (Uh)
You love hatin' don't cha, hate just to hate, don't cha (Uh)
In the clubs yelling loud, like you wanna fight (Uh)
But I just whisper, you ain't trying to die tonight (Naw, baby)
I'm the king, yo I'm like the son of Jesus
We got guns, and we'll use 'em, so please believe it (Yeah)
Last had to try me, yeah I looked passed him
But notice he's nowhere around, for you to ask him (Ha, ha, ha)
Long as I gotta crew, and two in the safe baby (Yeah)
You could scream 'til you BLUE in the face baby (Yeah)
We getting ours, we don't care who in the way baby (Yeah)
Lock and key, ain't nothin' you could save baby
We don't want the bitches dog, we just want the honeys (Whoo)
And we don't want the game neither, we just want the money
It makes sense don't it, the blocks wit me (What)
Welcome to the new world, Detroit Rock City (Yeah)
[Chorus - Royce da 5'9 w/ (Pharrell)]
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Detroit Rock City)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole (Bring it back baby, uh)
We can do it now, nigga I'm off parole
[Bridge - Tre' Little w/ (Pharrell)]
Detroit came up, you know we hot (Uh)
30 years where it became a big lot (Uh)
600s on chrome, you don't stop (Uh)
Detroit we just hot (I hear you, baby)
Young niggas stay fly at all times (Uh)
Hoes 21 and under with gangsta rides (Uh)
Keep our guns by our sides at all times (Uh)
Detroit we just fly
(Pharrell)
Click, click, blaow (Uh)
Click, click, blaow (Uh)
Click, click, blaow (Uh)
How you like us now

Royce Da 5'9'', Nuttin To Do (featuring Eminem)

Artist: Bad Meets Evil (Eminem and Royce the 5-9)
Album: Nuttin' to Do CD Maxi-Single
Song: Nuttin' to Do
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[Royce] What? Uhh..
[Em] The Bad..
[Royce] Yeah..
[Em] The Evil..
[Royce] Right, yo
[Em] put em together
Chorus: Royce the 5-9, Eminem
[Royce] Yo if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothin to strip
[Em] If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothin to slit
If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothin to chew
[Royce] Yo..
[both] I'm just fuckin with you, cause I got nothin to do
[Eminem]
I am bored!!!!!
I came in the diner with skateboarders, and placed orders
Ate hors d'oeuvres, and hit the waiter with plate warmers *crash sound*
Let you inhale the glock smell, while I'm rippin your wallet off
and slippin a Molotov in your Cocktail (take that)
Burnin your contracts, punch your A&R; in the face *punch sound*
Smash his glasses and turn em to contacts
I'm on some shook shit, if it's missin I took it (whoops!)
Nurse look at this straightjacket, it's crooked!
I go to jail and murder you from a cell
Put a knife in an envelope and have you stabbed in the mail (FedEx)
So how do you describe someone, with a decapitated head
when the rest of his body's still alive RUNNIN?
[Royce]
Comin with five gunmen, waitin to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 500 (what?) hide from it
For every hundred MC's rhymin about birds
only about two-thirds'd really set it without words
Yo you ain't a thug, I can make you bitch up
Pick the fifth up, cock, spit, you would swear it's rainin slugs (what?)
I'm the hottest shit in the industry (uh)
I got every thug on the block that get a wind of me defendin me
You lack class and respect, get a direct backblast
The Bad and Evil mad rap, I cover the Bad half
You know how a thug in this shit'll end up
Spit a round, lift your chin up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (what?)
I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent up
Heat it up, you be leakin blood and spittin phlegm up
Now we rivals, cause of a small name or title
You stepped, got devoured and left with a flower and bible
Chorus: 2X
[Eminem]
*yawns* Forget a chorus -- my metaphors are so complicated
it takes six minutes to get applause (yay)
And by the time you all catch on, I'ma end your career
and walk away with the whole floor so you have nothin to fall back on!
I'll throw you off of ten floors .. *AHHHHHHH*
Pull a fuckin headache outta my head, and put it in yours (take this)
I'm indoors, waitin for this acid to seep in my skin pores
to go outdoors and do some in-stores
This bitch wanted to blow me, I said, "It oughta happen.
You swallow cum bitch?" "No, but I brought a napkin"
Gettin skullie while I'm autographin
Got my daughter laughin cause I sent her mother whitewater raftin
I'm not a fact, I'ma proven fear
Mr. Rogers blocked up my U-haul screamin,
"Wait, wait, wait.. you ain't movin here!"
Lorena Bobbitt, c'mere, want a souveneir?
I've been high as fuck, since I was a juvi-neer
Juvenile? Same difference -- I need some 'caine
cause I ain't sniffed since I woke up the seven slain infants
(Oh my God!) Brain implants and they say there's a slim chance
I won't stay the same cause I traded brains with a chimpanz'
[Royce]
Walkin in swamp water with an M-16, out for the blood
Shove a gun in the mouth of a thug
To break braces, you say grace and make faces
I'll display hate and break you in eight places (what?)
Take paces, turn around draw in a standoff
Precise aim, icin my fame, blowin your hand off
Dancin with the Devil leadin - I won't die, I'm never leavin (what?)
I pledge allegiance to forever breathin
Street niggaz with nuts, what? My meat's bigger (what?)
Fake-ass thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers
with a deathwish, thinkin I'm the nigga to mess with
Let the tech lift, direct chest hit, melt your necklace
For instance, you just a henchmen, on tough soil (what?)
A follower never had heart, he just loyal
Thugs is glass doors, I see through em, put the heat to em
Be careful you might get what you ask for
Chorus 2X
[Em] The Bad.. the Evil..
The Bad.. the Evil..

Royce Da 5'9'', Mr. Baller (featuring Clipse, Pharell Williams & Tre Little)

[Pharell]
Nah man, we don't take our chains off...nah
We're here to make noise!
We're here to make noise
With VA and Detroit boys
We're here to make noise
We're here to make noise!
Nigga, we're here to make noise
With VA and Detroit boys
[Pusha T]
Twin Nina Ross sisters
Promise to never miss ya
Hit ya thirty-four times to make your skin blister
Extended clips, cocked back quick to chrome sisters
You wild fire gunnin' bin barrels with rogue pistols
Walkin' contradiction like "quiet noise"
No words eyes blurred with my diamonds pores
Four karats in these ears make you call your boys
While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys
Blind love for money, head, and warm steel
Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels
Life's so pricey, it's sendin' ya body chills
And we baptize cars, put hollows through windshields
[Hook x2] [Pharell]
I'm Mr. Baller, nigga
I'm Mr. Baller
What's you talkin' bout nigga you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit nigga cuz I'm a baller
I take on all y'all nigga
Now that's a baller
[Tre-Little]
Hollow tip what?
Y'all cats don't want none
I wanna see God, first come and meet my gun
Life's a bitch
Diamonds to shine (fucka) to shit
Detroit, paradise if you roll wit my clique
Otherwse, it's hell
Ain't no escapin' the trips
They gotta gun, good
You'a need it in the land of the trench
Pick 'em up, fuck 'em up
Every man for theyself
Unless you cheat wit a crew similar to myself
We in the "to be" killa zone, playin' the D
Lovin' the D
Out-a-towners hatin' the D
I die for the D
If I could I'd fuckin' marry the D
Stick my dick in the streets
And nut a bomb in the D
[Malice]
You lookin' at at least 50 grand in your face
And if you thought any less, just know you made a mistake
They done told you wrong, Clipse in the grey Yukon
Don't mistake this style for hot and it ain't lukewarm
We gets busy
Whether dressed in "crocdile" or Lizzie
You can catch a hot ball from an all black Lizzie
Start flamin', watch they cats start they explainin'
Should've know, when around my dogs, tuck yo chain in
Any time you look, bet you find us in whips
Diamonds and shit, break scams from the finest of chicks
Royce and Neptunes sick like dead babies in restrooms
Malice and Dome Sheist, y'all niggaz is flesh wounds
[Hook x2]
[Royce Da5'9]
Well, uh
I was trained to hang 'til the raid is over
Roll wit nuttin' but a whole brigade of soldiers
I was young holdin' guns, I kept one wit me
In the flatbed in the back of an F-150
I see three and the six, me and the Clipse
Squeeze off, pop the guns, you seein' the tips
Ride wit me, nigga die wit me
Yo this money's the easiest shit to get in this world beside pussy
That'll cost you, my whole crew will stomp you to death
Wearin' cleats until you look like a waffle
I won the battle
The first nigga to ever get the cover of "The Source"
And the cover of "Guns and Ammo"
Burn you alive
Soon as you and the fire collide
Hit me, it'll just be a nigga hired to die
Plus I ball, I'm ignorant dogg
I'm a muthafuckin' star, nigga suck my balls
(Suck my muthafuckin balls!)
[Hook x4]

Royce Da 5'9'', Malcom X (featuring Tre Little)

[Royce talking]
D-12, worst fucking rap group ever (You ready?)
Royce Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family of my homeboy Bugz
for lettin' that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened
D-12 though, y'all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man too
Like I was tryna disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna disrespect y'all
'Cause that's what I'm doin' (gun-loading sound) from here on 'n
My new name from now on, don't even call me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'
Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)
I'm Malcolm X now haha, we gon' see who goin, I ain't goin nowhere motherfucker
We gon' see, e'rybody who against me, nigga I'm mad (BITCH)
Haha, yeah, there's only one problem
Everytime you motherfuckers breathe on the mic
It's a motherfuckin' lie nigga, nobody believes you (*echoes*)
We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)
Y'all niggaz sound like y'all write y'all rhymes with motherfuckin' crayons, BITCHES
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, what rap crew I gotta snatch up out the game (bitch)
Who must I smack for sayin my name?
Somebody gon' die, it's probably YOU
You couldn't fit Bizarre's body in my shoes
Niggaz quick to talk, all hood 'til I pop up
Plus, you just act tough cause Suge got locked up
I am above y'all, when you droppin your raps to diss me
I only recognize the top of your hats
And I don't like Proof punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck you up
Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up
You better hope you and the white boy keep in touch
And be a good little hype man, or your lease is up
Since Slim signed 50, I don't see your teeth as much
That's good, cause you got a grill like a fuckin truck!
DAMN HOMIE, it's history, over, hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I just wish Eminem would stop tellin' everybody he ain't speakin' to me
Like I'm one of his hoes or somethin'
How 'bout this, I ain't speakin to you, chump
And I'ma keep pickin on your weak ass crew
You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat stutterin fuck
You a joke, I choke whoever buttered you up
I've been ridin by your house, you don't come out too much
You hidin, when I find you I'ma snatch you out of that truck
and tie your fat stankin ass to your couch and just
FEED YOU, you already look like you about to bust
Nigga you can run or hide; I'll be on your porch
with a cheeseburger tryin to lure you outside!
'Cause he's in it, Bizarre say G-g-g-g-g-g-unit
I bet you throw some extra "g's" in it
Just like a stutterin' fool can't reach intelligence
He sweats when he raps, cuz he got a speach impediment
You, BITCH, Porky's pig and Porky's tomb
About to dig his own grave with a fork and spoon
You, BITCH, Denaun and Swifty please
Give it a year, both a y'all be rakin' 50's leaves
What do I know, that other nigga y'all got in your group
I don't even know his name, but he can shovel my snow
You, BITCH, let's face it I gave it to y'all
My lil' sister got six puppies that's braver than y'all (barking sounds)
Niggaz is startin' the beef I'm 'bout to end with the quickness
I'm 'bout to end this quicker than Bizarre can finish a biscuit
Quicker than quick shit, y'all ain't felt the half
Quicker than Eminem can pinch Elton's ass
Don't call me, I ain't ready to squash it yet, kiss my ASS
I don't wanna talk to Hex, I am so sick I should be compared to cancer
Y'all thought y'all dudes don't swing like Fred G.? Sanford
I be makin' motherfuckers crash they heads when I rhyme
Y'all lil' niggaz crack ya heads then rhyme, go play;
you lil punk ass niggaz, y'all can scream and yell all you want
I feel like I'm battlin' Keenan & Kel
You, BITCH, none o' y'all can put in the card to kill
Paul better call me, like he called Benzino
Matter o' fact, I might even do a song with Ray
Sign with Murder Inc. and hit you with a song again
We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (4x)
[Royce talking]
I don't even want you lil' punks to think I'm mad
Y'all lil' niggaz are Ninja Turtles, you're nothing
Nothin', you not on my level, I will beat yo bust ass nigga
Tre Little, bring it on
[Tre Little]
Tre Little, the baby gorrilla, I'm just that guy
I'm 5'6", got stacked lines, shit that high, I'm ridin'
FUCK you and your commercial appeal
I turn yo' head into blue 'n yellow +Purple Hills+
I bet you whatever that nobody beats my family
Eminem, Nelly said that he'll eat you like candy
What did you do, got on the phone and called him up
You don't wanna talk to Royce, but you talk to us
You, BITCH, yo' crew some local hoes
I hit you harder than that white girl that broke your nose
You and Royce can squash this with one talk
Step around from your security and talk to that man
I understand you backin' yo' crew, but this my brother
Anythin' that happen to him, somethin' gonna happen to you
And I don't give a fuck for that, nigga, I'll do life
I advise you to stop; yo' money don't buy you stripes
Only thing that money brings is fake niggaz and problems
Followed by niggaz who hate fake niggaz and rob 'em
But you niggaz is WACK; Denaun I'ma stab you
So many times, I'ma feel bad when you collapse!
You niggaz is so BITCH you make me sick to my stomach
Every beat that you ever made sound like it was missin' somethin'
Timbaland lookin' ass, nigga, my style is realer
What producer you ever know only good for album filler
We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)
[Royce talking]
You!, Yea, punk ass niggaz, yea we in the streets now too, nigga
Big Homie's out nigga, what up
[Tre Little talking]
Yea you studderin ass motherfuckers, what y'all thought
My brother here ain't have no backbone?
Nigga, it's on when I see y'all
Proof what the fuck you thinkin' of nigga, that's cash boy
Need the white boy to get y'all started ass niggaz
Fuck y'all hoes, I told Royce I ain't like that motherfucka
Faggots, I smack the shit outta any one o' y'all niggaz
Sell my bill one nigga
What the fuck y'all thought nigga y'all'll get bought bitch
Street orientated; y'all motherfuckers hate it
Learn how to flow stop bein' mad y'all bitches
Trick, trick, when I catch yo' bitch ass, yea dude
Asked about cash nigga, you comin' to yo' doom
You'll end up like click boom, bitch
Rock City motherfucker, regardless
Get the point bitch, or get the hollows motherfucker
It's Cash Flow, bitch, Big Homie

Royce Da 5'9'', Make This Run (featuring Pharrell & Cha Cha)

[Chorus x2 - Pharrell] + (Girl)
If you love my niggaz
I'm saying but, if you only love my niggaz
We can make this run, for my niggaz
And if you die, hope you'll fly high
(Don't worry baby, I'll make this money for you)
[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
Make me an offer I can't refuse, pistol is wild
Pretty face, no mask, undeniably fit for the job
Bitch wit a heart, ready to thump, money is king
Wit my lap on the throne strokin' a cat, runnin' a scheme
[Pharrell]
My niggaz get high off the reefer, and quick to heat ya
If ya feel ya cold-blooded, I got something to heat ya
It's called a hollow tip, dum, dum, follow clip and numb some
If you don't know the language, then don't speak the gun dun
[Cha Cha]
Eyes like black chips of glass, little wit an unholy light
Ya chances of survival, like a roll of these dice
Execution style, ski-mask, no smile
Throw the ace, in the hidden safe, up under the towel
[Royce Da 5'9"] + (Cha Cha)
We definitely blow, stick wit me, know ya limitations
Speak when spoke up, stay away from the rest of these hoes
You ready to kill (No doubt) these niggaz is jerks
Broke niggaz wit cheap guns, and triggers that work
[Pharrell]
If ya pops share my, cli-ker, carry street sweepers
And hit ya more times than the worthless bitch, on ya beeper
Revenge is that bitch, and she won't come lesser than
So if ya hit me, God'll get me and give me breath again, bitch, get it right
[Chorus x2] + (Pharrell)
Yeah, yeah, yo
[Verse 2 - Pharrell]
Niggaz wanna see me lying hurt, wanna stain my Hawaiian shirt
'Cause I put it out, they supplying dirt
Two German Black bitches, begging y'all to try and flirt
Rude and twins, and all they rock is iron skirts
[Cha Cha]
My bitches got mo's of alley cats, armed wit steel bats
And mo's is stealing stacks, double back, and tally that
When shit go down, don't expect me to run
Never forget dun, two guns, is better than one
[Royce Da 5'9"]
This money is golden, low and behold, blowing holes
Through what I'm standing in front of you holding, niggaz know
Trench coats in Detroit summers, you gotta mean nigga
Wit long guns, you gon' run nigga, run
[Pharrell]
If I die nigga, slit my back so my wings can come out
And fly nigga, sky high nigga, age is my gun
If I keep fuckin' her, I might die wit her
If you shoot me and my wings come out, then that's a fly stitcher
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Stay on ya toes, I got diamonds to watch, frukit niggaz
I took it ol' school, got the 5-9 in the box
Dog, let me catch a nigga eyeing my watch
What I'm firing's hot, just aim, and rely on the dot
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3 - Pharrell]
Fifty karat link-link, mad 'cause ya lead kink
Me and my bitch is frozen, regardless to her pink mink
Freeze ya eyeballs, you don't want a part of that
Cardiovascular, VVS heart attack
[Cha Cha]
Would you blast for me, put up the cash for me
Out in the world dodging bullets, become a casualty
For ten bricks shit, twenty-four furs, and ten whips
I flip and sends shit, through bitches appen-dix
[Pharrell]
For my beach fifty grand, I'm laughing at that advance
I spent that at Dolce, on shirts, shades, and leather pants
Million dollar deals, Lord I'm scared my life's changing
Cupid's cousin, money keeping shooting, wit nice aimin'
[Cha Cha]
It's no sane, this drug game, flourished, niggaz transform
And hide into courage, but they blows be malnourished
Let's see who get the furbus, bag annoys ass nigga
Extra, like you surplus
[Royce Da 5'9"] + (Royce + Pharrell + Cha Cha)
Huh, I come dirt, anyone under one-thirty, ya slapped
Ain't even gun worthy, fuck yo niggaz
I'm the king of this shit, thuggin, let's get these moneys
And make niggaz dearly beloved (I love my niggaz)
[Chorus x6]

Royce Da 5'9'', Looking At My Dog

Royce Da 5'9'', Jump

[Royce Da 5'9"]
You know I really don't get it
Motherfuckers
Act like they want me in the game one minute
Out the game the next minute
Fuck do ya'll want?
[Female Singer]
First you want me in
Then you want me out
(Ya'll niggaz is too fickle)First you want me in
Then you want me out
[Verse 1]
You a hop, skip, and a jump
From poppin' shit to the one
Ridin' the dick of the one
Who rides sick wit' a young
Fly chick in a gun (gun!)
Inside the whip when he come
Shine lyrically dope
My ability strokes the Todd Bridges of dose
A fly mix with a toast
Of my niggaz who jump (jump!)
From my side to run in with my enemies (punks!)
Keep on temptin' me
I'm just a hop, skip and a jump
From goin' ballistic, so nigga go and diss if you want
Go and mention me homie, you gon' eventually jump
You gon' switch when it comes to that chrome click
And then one of your own hit
You just a hop, skip and a jump (jump!)
From not listenin' to me like my shit don't exist
Til I spit and you jump back on the dick of the one
Accurate wit' a gun
Mathematician wit' funds
Minus a fifth of that rum
Divide it with the hunger
Times it with the times you fronted on my shit, on my dick
If one of them lines stick to your brain
You now witness the pain
Of my addition of rain
The sun without the distance between
None of what God gave you
The shade is now taken away, today
[Female Singer]
Do you want me in?
Do you want me out?
(Just like pussy)
(You remind me of a cunt)
Do you want me in?
Do you want me out?
[Verse 2]
I'm just as underground as it gets
You can come down in this ditch
I'm hidden a mile deep
The mummy without stitchin' but I don't sleep, I pump
Without snitchin, I'm simply about gettin' this money
I don't just dive in to what would be my end if I jump
The politics of this game
Niggaz be followin' names
They ride with who the hottest, and criticizin' the same
You lil' Nas's and Jay-Z's, we got on the scene
Not only make me wait for the remix, but sick
Make me squeamish
Make me think later that one of ya'll can be who the fake king is
One of ya'll can be on the good label of Push
Five mics and a Source cuz of who pulled a favor
Arrogant as a fuck, and you may have been just as humble
To now fussin' bout who, sharin' the cover this month
Man please
This nigga's diseased comin' wit' better throwaway rhymes
Then every one of your keepers, punks (punks!)
Do you listen at all?
It's fools that's winnin battles bought by the label, on cable
And never gettin' the call
Ten tapes at a time, you send it off to the label
And wait at the mailbox
While they make up they minds
[Female Singer]
Do you want me in? (Yeah)
Do you want me out?
(Ya'll try me, knowin' that ya'll niggaz is punks)
First you want me in
Then you want me out
(Yeah!)

Royce Da 5'9'', It's Tuesday (Intro)

It's Royce 5'9!!
Yeah, you scared ain't you? Haha
Relax.. it's just music
(It's Royce 5'9!!)
D-Elite, Jah 5'9, Royce 5'9
Cha Cha, Cut Throat, Billy Nix
My nigga Tre' Little, my nigga E
The Rock City niggaz, we in a world of our own
Don't you wanna come ride wit us?
Come ride wit us
Yeah, ride wit us down in Seven Mile
Niggaz with Rock City tattoos on they forearms
Niggaz throwin they sevens up wit..
Detroit D tattooed on they hand
That's how we do.. niggaz'll die for this shit
Time to play.. check it out
Aiyyo, sit back, smoke, the joke is over, you woke
This is pure provoked "Murder", it's over "She Wrote"
I don't know how niggaz manage to sleep
Wake up! The clock radio done panicked the streets
Say somethin! I been waitin now hand me these beats
I'm simply a branch of the Slim Shady family tree
That'll snap - D12 first in line of the wrath, I came last
Bout to put my size nine and a half, in the game's ass
Once I hit the booth I swooped on niggaz like "Whoosh"
Two-bit niggaz, coupes, and figures we rule
I been viscious, dissless and from one track to the next
I was gangsta when rap was nothin but the hats with the X
I sat and watched album for album, niggaz flop
Niggaz went from pro-black to Italian, I was hot
I worked my fuckin ass off, hopin to blast off
Now I'ma let y'all see me, like when Ghost took his mask off
Give you more run for ya ones, packin a full clip
Rapper niggaz come witcha guns, don't bullshit
I'ma only give you wild shit, rap with a mild pitch
Only clever with that occasional style switch
Y'all niggaz play around on the mic, that's why I'm bout to lay it down
Savor they way that you soundin tonight
Because, I listen to y'all niggaz records on Fool's Day
Now crack open and bump my shit, it's Tuesday!
It's Royce 5'9!!
This nigga know he too cool
But don't ya know ya too smooth
I really love how ya do
It ain't no other like you

Royce Da 5'9'', It's Over (featuring Strick)

[Strick]
What, Silky Don Entertainment
That nigga Strick, Royce the 5'9''
Rock-A-Block all day, what yo yo yo
I'm the type to show up to the studio
Write that shit, spit it, hit it, leave ya'll askin "Who dat?"
I'm the next nigga to boom, I assumed ya'll already knew that
Hip hop's hottest new cat, lay your crew flat
Have your label faxin my label askin "Why ya'll have to do that?"
It's a true fact, when you rap, the crowd boo that
And more than a few cats agree you shouldn't even do rap
What you recorded, screw that, buy a new DAT
Your girl's a true rat, so when I fucked her I wore two hats
So move back you little newjack
'Fore you fuck around and do some shit that get not only you
But your whole crew whacked
Too strong and I'm too black
And pack not one but two gats
And I'ma aim em at you black, true dat
[Royce]
The veteran that'll never retire
Devilish, judge the red in my eye
Judge the nine instead of my size
Ahead of my time, the second coming of a legend in rhymes
That'll shine whenever I die
We never lie, you'll never get by
I just got love, I used to roll wit big shot thugs to hip hop clubs
You act up, the fifth got hugged and blasted
Pits got dugged and filled back up wit stiffs wrapped up in plastic
Give me a heater, you givin me a reason to shoot
You givin me the key to your coupe
Midwest, not the middle, Strick clutchin the five
Wavin the tec out the window, clip touchin the tire
Shit is over
[Chorus]
Shit is over, shit is over
The shit is over, the shit is over
Cuz ain't nobody fuckin wit us
Ain't nobody fuckin wit us
Shit is over, shit is over, BYE BYE
Shit is over, shit is over
Cuz ain't nobody fuckin wit us
Ain't nobody fuckin wit us
[Strick]
Aiyyo my mom's got Ahlzeimer's, my dad's an alcoholic
So last night, I forgot to drive drunk and hit you
Talk lots of junk and diss you
Pop the trunk and split you
Sick nigga, you don't really want it wit Strick, nigga
Freestyle or written shit, take your pick, nigga
Bring your click nigga, I'll swing a stick nigga
Wit hotter rhymes, I'm outta control and you outta line
I got alot of rhymes, and I'ma spit till you outta rhymes
The hot shit, you better off tryin to change the topic
I pop shit to let ya'll niggas know ya'll not shit
Hit the curb swervin in a hot whip
You a punk and I'm here
And you probably the one that flunked when I got skipped
Incredible rhymin and fuck wit niggas for fun
Buck at niggas wit guns, you duck from niggas and run
So who's the illest nigga that you know? (Who is it?)
Now ask that nigga who's the illest nigga that he know
I'll bet he say me, yo
The only thing bigger than my dick is my ego
I rip and it's over, while you stare at the chip on my shoulder
Ya'll don't want none of me
Not only will I have ya'll scared to bust
But you won't even discuss rap in front of me
The odds-on favorite to say shit
Then have your crew tellin you that nigga Strick's nuttin to play wit
Save it for a rainy day
I'll pick the tec up, aim and spray
And permanently take your pain away, what
Chorus *only first 4 lines*
[Royce]
What what you're not in a least, above gettin shot in the street
I show up at cyphers and they scatter like I'm the police
Now we got a bunch of drug-connected thugs on records
Stripped butt-naked runnin when they blood is tested
All ya'll niggas stink, real niggas know what a bitch smell like
Tell you how we tell lies, tell what he wear his hair like
You can't amaze the amazing, change your ways
We plant bodies, throw stones wit the names engraved
The games you play, make me point this thing your way
My niggas rob for consistency, a chain a day
I'm about as humble as I can pretend to be
A real nigga's best friend, a bitch nigga's worst enemy
It don't hurt, it offends me
The chrome bursts in a frenzy
It's gon' work till it's empty
Just makin sure that my gun shoots fastin than yours
And I'm chasin you, and my bullets is chasin yours
Chorus
[Royce]
Yeah, Big Strick, Royce the 5'9''
Tommy Boy meets Rock-A-Block
Silky Don

Royce Da 5'9'', I Promise

Yeah, yeah yeah
There's a void that needs to be filled inside this marketplace
You could die in my parkin space
My mom want me to blow up and house them
My father want me to bring product out without Slim
And prove them wrong - they paid my bills
I'm on your heels, I'm for real, my shoes is long
To feed my son - I will leave you
leakin in the street, I will heat you to kingdom come
Uhh, the king will come
Wait 'til you gone in place of a angel appear to take you home
The beard on the face is gone
These bullets is straight razors, blazin you, case in point
Amaze the rap game, make 'em point
Walk inside of the house of the illest and case the joint
And take whatever I want, out of it
Now that I'm wise, my future rides on it, it's time for triumph
I promise - if you just let me in the game (Prayyyy)
If you should bless me enough to let me reign, I will contain you (Prayyyy)
I promise - I will support my family, slash you (Prayyyy)
I promise - I will pray every day, I will ask you
I promise - if you just let me in the game (Prayyyy)
If you should bless me enough to let me reign, I will contain you (Prayyyy)
I promise - I will stop the killin, I will change (Prayyyy)
I promise - I will put in this flow, what you put in my soul
The whole misconception with me
The only thing people think that I'm arrogant when they don't know me
That's what it was
If I wasn't a real nigga the shit would not bother me but it does
The shit is not fair
Just picture yourself lookin in the mirror tryna change what is not there
When niggaz stop speakin
Them phone calls get slow, I'm feelin like Nas before he dropped "Ether"
I appear to be sober
I'ma really be runnin over whoever said that my career was over
Whoever gave me the cold shoulder
And turn they backs on me, I'll be blazin you from both coasts
Believe me, I got Lil' Homie and July 6
So you funny actin ass producers, I don't need you
You can keep yo' beats, rap for money
FUCK you and everybody else who acted funny
Uhh, I'm callin every nigga out in the game
that tried to go against the fire and douse the flame
I could shout yo' name
But nobody stands out more than anybody else, you doubt the same
For every nigga that say I'm hidin
just because I ain't hangin out at the same places I once vibed in
Everybody at my father's job askin him rumors, shit
Stop as my dad soon gon' quit
If I can, maybe thank him for raising me
to think like a baby gangsta, crazy temper
I paid my sentence - totaled out the prison
the game sent me, fame owes my name plus interest
But once you strapped in to the penmanship
and the track rumbles, you trapped in this rap jungle
When you can't come through, sales are numbers
The one who prevails'll be the one who remain tumbled
What you put in my soul..
Prayyyy, prayyyy, prayyyy

Royce Da 5'9'', Hip Hop

Woo! haha, uh
I know my streets, I know my sounds
Y'all know my beats, how I get down
I take my steps, and leaps and bounds
Nigga it's - HIP HOP!
Yeah, yeah, we started from nothin a couple MC's
Beat-boxin, the crowd in the lunch room (yeah)
Me and Prem', both names go together
Like they ain't supposed to be seperate, like "D" in the D
I said it before, I rep in records beats
At the headquarters, rest in peace
Nigga I'ma hold shotty, and knock you out
And I ain't gotta know Karate like Afu-ra
It's - HIP HOP!, strong or not
This is rap basketball, stats all you got
Long as you hot, and your flow could hold up
To knowin all of your short goals is long shots!
Ninety percent of you niggaz ain't hard
Here +Just to Get a Rep+, you not +Gangstarrs+
The finest flow will amaze, rap without me
Minus The Source, minus the Quotable page
HIP HOP! is everything around you
- "No competition"
Back to the voice, of today
- "It's real in the field"
What's realer than - HIP HOP! (yeah)
I know my streets, I know my sounds
Y'all know my beats, how I get down
I take my steps, and leaps and bounds
Nigga it's - HIP HOP!
Rythmic, league c'mon wit it, I'm long winded
I will diss you, from long distances
You will not get the chance, like Choppa
Ness and Dylan, to dis-respect, who you don't listen to
Egg in the skillet brain, nigga, diss is you
Smarten up, every person in the earth, be harden up
But the only target is us
It's - HIP HOP! cars and trucks
I be dreamin about shit, like havin a hard time swingin
On a nigga, or squeezin a trigger or fallin
If I land, I won't wake up (yeah)
My six shot model, ya crew
I'm leavin ya mommy faces blue, just like a Hypnotic bottle
They feel you the realer, you spit
This killer shit is hearin us
Healin you if you ill or you sick mentally
It's - HIP HOP! is everything around you
- "Gotta be something for me to write this"
Back to the voice, of today
- "No talent rappers"
What's realer than - HIP HOP!
I know my streets, I know my sounds
Y'all know my beats, how I get down
I take my steps, and leaps and bounds
Nigga it's - HIP HOP!
More venom, 5'9 is like a G5
Illest lyrics is stored in him
Chorus is killin, any warrior feelin
That I ain't God - Lord willin
Trust me, after I crush ya buildin
You will just hush, you won't restore the village
We look toward wit killin, real
Though this album is mor-bidly feelin to steel
HIP HOP! - FUCK your feelin's
More rappers dying, much more killin
It's no feelin, realer than gamblin ya life
Everyday, and wakin up to more dealin's
Fourteen killin's, compared to offshore millions
Equals, I got a lot more villians
You know that you easily lose, you be on MTV News
For the first time, because you died over
HIP HOP! is everything around you
- "Come alive y'all"
Back to the voice, of today
- "It's all in the game"
What's realer than - HIP HOP!
I know my streets, I know my sounds
Y'all know my beats, how I get down
I take my steps, and leaps and bounds

Royce Da 5'9'', Gangsta

Yeah, yeah, yeah..
(Gangsta!) The weight carries itself
Made man more concerned with wealth than he is his health
(Gangsta!) He pumps like 24..
24/7 just to get to heaven to pump some mo'
(Gangsta!) Heavyweight paper
Heart of a lion that beats longer than every pacemaker
YEAH! We ridin, we - gon' die foolin
Laws and rules don't apply to ME! (Gangsta!)
.. I'ma put this straight
I'm not gon' threaten you with hooks if you look this way
I'm not gon', write no songs - so please don't think
that since sometimes I'm quiet, that I bite my tongue
Cause I will, slice you punks with knives that come with teeth
So leave with life as long's you come in peace
I'm the protocol of all the street rules
Soldiers, ballers please, I know all them
I'm goin all out - for everything I believe in
Niggaz bleed behind things that I know about
Yeah, yeah (Gangsta!) Hear me roar
Feel me nigga; naw fuck that, feel me more
And whoever sayin 'fuck me' can suck me
And we can bang, I done came a long way from "U Can't Touch Me", nigga!
YEAH! I'm ridin, I am gon' die foolin
Laws and rules don't apply to ME!
.. My swagger's crazy
We can, forget your momma ever had a baby
Regis; I don't care who the fuck you is
Keep yo', hands to yo'self, I will cut yo' limbs OFF
Sixty shots'll quickly hit you
pop Dixie Chicks of rap, PISS ME OFF!
Yeah, I'm strictly Pesci - you hear me a made man
I will rather you fear me than to have you respect me
Yeah, the tec's good
Jammin's always out the question, call me Suge' of the Midwest wood
Yeah, the part of the poem that's deep
He will, blast you after he's had a glass of Bacardi Limon
Yeah, let's get it on, I'm strictly the classic - rap
You know it's on, soon as you rip off the plastic, yeah!
BLOAW! I'm ridin, I am gon' die foolin
Laws and rules don't apply to ME!
He knows his gun and his knife (Gangsta!)
More than he knows his son and his wife (Gangsta!)
Always huntin niggaz, never hunted
You can bet eleven-hundred - he is.
(Yeah) As ignorant as it gets
Cut Throat the calmest person niggaz, push me shits
(Yeah) Bawlin over the quickest to snap
I'll break you then shake your soul, deliver you back
to the, the hood that raised you, bruise and mace ya
Lose your face through picture glass, break and waste ya
I'm the essence, of the use of violence
Move in silence, HUSH, then I'll close your eyelids (close)
I'm goin all out - my enemies on they knees
harder I squeeze, bullets'll leave your brains out
(BACK UP!) Watch me move
I'll speak the language of heat, plus I'm good with the tools (yeah)
So whoever wanna hit me, come quickly
Nuttin to lose, I'm no bitch nigga, please come get me - killa
(Gangsta!) I'm ridin, I am gon' die foolin
Laws and rules don't apply to ME!
He got yo' motherfuckin number! (Gangsta!)
Though yo' life is second to his (Gangsta!)
You still gon' die first.. (It's 5-9 - gangsta!)

Royce Da 5'9'', Fuck My Brains Out

Royce Da 5'9'', Fuck A Hook

[Royce Da 5'9"]
DJ's and MC's
Comin up next is the incredible
We takin it back to the beats and the RHYYYYYYYYYMES...
5-9 is BACK, about to make a nigga spin on his BACK
Not on a cardboard, on the ground with people surroundin
lookin down at him lookin astounded
Ready to draw around him; an outline of his body in chalk form
This nigga here let the trigger talk for him
His niggaz'll bark for him, for real, his heart's warm
So you've been warned (GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO..)
I don't even need to be drunk forever, the liquor is rootin me on
I turn tables fast as Jam Master Jay do
I'm N.W.A., I choke hoes like Dre
Poke holes in the pavement, throw foes in the grave
If you could choose between a broke nose or the A.K.
I make movies like Cube 'cept I use hammers
YEP! I shoot but I don't do it with cameras
NOPE! So you can call me Malcolm
You can all witness what I be doin to all of these rappers (yes!)
Wit'chall sloppy tactics; don't try to copycat me
if you ain't tryna box me back
And watch your back, don't take another look into the eyes
of a nigga that's willin to ride 'til he blind
(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook)
Chk-chk-chk, Royce.. 5.. 9.. (he's baaaaack)
Yeah, and it's on
(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. fuck a hook)
Chk-chka-chka-chka, I will rhyme all day
YES!
I'll show you the back of your brain
Slap you with the back of the gun
Clap you when the rappin is done
I aim to hit, I pack macs, accurate ones
Change the clip, I send rappers back where they from
Changin fast, the game I ask is not a sport
I'm tired of bein a fuckin day late and a dollar short
And I'm back! All of you rap niggaz hide your mics
I'm ridin, dyin, and I ain't flyin by on them bikes
I'm walkin, talkin, you eye me you dyin tonight
This iron is showin you the shine designed by Christ
And I, am the head reaper about the sick shit
You about to see dead people without the "Sixth Sense"
And yeah, takin food off my mother's table'll
get you killed regardless, like my brother's label
My heart and arteries a part of me, that'll test the truest
We can do it, put your vest into it, yeah
(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. fuck a hook)
Chka-chka-chk, you don't wanna play with him today
Yea - NO!
Yeah, hardcore! Rhymes galore!
OHH! Givin you what you need
Like I told you BEFOOOOOOOOOOORE..
Yeah, the rap game is DEAD, I'm bout to breathe life in it
Bring it back to when niggaz was cypherin
Yeah, back in the DAY, when nobody needed radio play
I was straight long as my radio played tapes
And this went on before all of them pay dates
We was backflippin and windmillin to save face
These days, we'll give you the mac so stay in your place
I hope before you lay on your back, you sayin your grace (pray!)
These new cats that rap to me they groupies
You never see 'em in Max Julius or them Guccis
Or they woulda got robbed for them Diadores
or the Gazelles, we the store, we take, we sell your
items we took, have you goin to tell
We crooks, we either goin pro or goin to jail
I know I'ma spare - many lifes
This rap shit is comin with ME, cause don't nobody know how to share
(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. fuck a hook)
Chka-chka...
("Get in your mind, get in your mind

Royce Da 5'9'', Feels Good (featuring Pharrell, Kelis & Tre Little)

[Intro - Royce] + (Pharrell)
Feel good don't it (Neptunes)
Royce 5'9" baby (Royce da 5'9'!)
My nigga Tre' Little (Yeah, where you at)
What, what, my girl she's putting it down baby
[Verse 1 - Royce da 5'9"] + (Girl) + (Pharrell *Ad-libs*)
It's looking like, it's another summertime, everybody wanna rhyme
Long day, short night, ain't nobody done in time
I know what you wanna find (Ladies) with a underline
Knock ya self out playa, long as it ain't none of mine
(Ladies) I know what you want, fellas wit they whips out
Don't walk, don't get caught, jealous, wit ya dick out
No wonder you in the fog, trying see who come through
You only got a mont' or two, to do what you wanna do
(Ladies) wear tight shit, I'm tellin' y'all I like this
I got about thirty thugs, to get in the hype wit
Backyard barbeques, (Ladies) looking eighteen
Too cute to eat meat, plate full of baked beans
Fellas, we the opposite, gotta give me lots of it
Suck the chicken bone, from the bottom to the top of it
We don't want the day to end, knowin' we gon' play again
And again, and again, and again (Come on, come on, yeah)
[Chorus - Kelis] + (*Ad-libs* in background)
Doesn't it feel good, to see us make money
Feel good, like everything sunny
Feel good, to see us taking off
Doesn't it feel good to see us war
If they can take it from us at all
And if you breathing (we transform?)
Say la-da-de-da-la-de-da-de-da-de-daa
[Verse 2 - Tre' Little]
Slow down y'all relax, enjoy this life
Paper stacks, where they at, come on, enjoy this life
I know it's hard when you ballin' from, obstacles
Police, women, haters, it's like impossible
I came along way dog, this shit is hard to ball
Gettin' here for my life, this for all of y'all
Back to the block, and everything good in the hood
Drop ya top, I'm saying, this one's for the hood
Put yo guns in yo stash, you don't need 'em today
Put the ice grills up, you don't need 'em today
All you need is icey rims, the games we play
Attract women, it feels good, just the games we play
They love it dog, thugs still havin' fun y'all
Too hot, summertime, why you tryna brawl
Feels good dog, roll 'til the wheels fall off
Hot Detroit, I'm pretty sure it's hot by y'all
[Chorus - Kelis] + (*Ad-libs* in background)
[Bridge - Kelis] + (Tre') + (Pharrell)
In style, (Without a doubt) (Yo, 5'9")
In style, (Without a doubt) (Yeah, come on)
In style, (Without a doubt) (Ha, ha, ha, yo, yeah)
In style, (Without a doubt) (Neptunes, 5'9")
(La-da-de-da-la-de-da-de-da-de-daa)
[Verse 3 - Royce da 5'9"] + (*Ad-libs* in background)
I say my crew won't stop, we won't stop
Piece stay on the lot, thing don't drop
We shake it in the park, right in front of the Rover
We gon' do it everyday, 'til the summer is over
Yeah not my type, winter or fall
It's the summertime, so I'ma give you a call
So tell all ya friends let's do it again
And again, and again, and again
[Chorus x2 - Kelis] + (*Ad-libs* in background)
[Bridge - Tre' Little] + (Pharrell)
... Without a doubt (Nine, elevens)
... Without a doubt (Yo, the hottest it ever get, huh)
... Without a doubt (Can't stop, ice cubes on our wrists)
... Without a doubt (Huh, yeah, come on)
La-da-de-da-la-de-da-de-da-de-daa
[Royce + Pharrell + Tre' *Ad-lib* until fade]

Royce Da 5'9'', Dope

[Royce] Yeah, I'm
[Chorus: Royce]
BLOW, 'bout to do it after I make
one of your favorite rappers buck or basically outdo 'em LIKE SMACK!
Bout to do as soon as your mouth single you out
to show you the trigger fingers is out LIKE CRACK!
Bout to slip through it like a fiend
Bout to pick through the pictures of the game like a dream LIKE GAY!
From far away, from a fan
When you hear it then you know you the man, you dope!
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, they say I rhyme like I'm from Columbia
Cause I shine like weed lights, that's why I'm signed to Columbia
With three mics at a time - I come from the underground
'bout a hundred a pound, it's the way that my grind
Hoes know the most potent blow
on both coasts is approachin yo' nose
Left 'em, mo' open, right steppers turn left or
Burn your sceptum, before a mic checks or
They sell, it takes me to teach y'all
on my weight scale, we basically seesaw
Every word that you heard is the murderous version
Servin you herbs when you mergin with birds
I got what you want
Product that I come with, I got a mic that light up like a blunt
If you seen it then you know that the flow is the meanest
if I'm screamin that I'm dope then I mean it
Cause I'm like
[Chorus]
[Juan]
Niggaz feel me introvenously
Then hail and feel the realness, they needin me
Just to get through the day when my voice ain't there
It's your commercial bullshit, the top choice ain't there
While the A-1 Prada shit
You puttin mix jive in your shit
Tryna get, too much out of it
Heads been tired of it, here's the real
Cop my shit, take the rap and all, feel the chill
I'm like an epidemic, therapeudic music infectious
Vocals so potent had to check the logo, skull and crossbones nigga
Go on and try get your spark on nigga
Fuck stepped on, your flows sound walked on nigga
Got that dope pure hundred percent, uncut
Take it whatever, monster flow bangin wherever
Any hood, any project borough, any country
Why I'm that thorough, the same effect, ain't no comparin
I'm bout to
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9"]
I whip out the wires of this game
This thang'll make you feel Ma$e to just plain retire
Runnin 'round the lottery
My numbers is high, and y'all wonderin why I dumb it down for quantity
Whatever you like, I got it
I can sell it for twice to my competitors 'stead of the pipe
I'ma be the best seller, yes feller
I was pedalin mics when you was pedalin bikes, now let's sell it
[Juan]
Yeah, the seal is cracked
I'm 'bout to bag mine nigga, it's time to get stacks
Thugs scramblin tryin to get it, I got the slums in a frenzy
Tryin to find out who got it, my product liver than theirs
One hit, got 'em noddin they heads
Damn near about to break they neck
Any harder it'll break they deck
My name Juan nigga bang that shit
And every time I'ma brang that shit
'til I

Royce Da 5'9'', Death Is Certain Pt. 2 (It Hurts)

Yeah, my nigga we greater than friends
All we know is the beginnin, nobody controls the way that it ends
I got, the weight of the world on my shoulders
and one phone call can change it - make it fall 'til I'm all caved in
My homie got shot and it's not lookin good for him
No, this is not happenin, knock on wood for him
Speedin to the hospital cryin, askin God, "Why?"
I'm mashin, my car movin as fast as my mind
This is not happenin to me
My homie will not, and I repeat will NOT flatline on me
How can I explain this vividly to your moms
that this is behind entertainment? She won't get it
All she understands is the boy that she raised just might
die in a hospital bed fightin for his life
I'm prayin, standin over you
Lookin at you hooked up to a machine, holdin your hand, sayin
Don't you go nowhere.. stay here with me
Cause if you leave meeee.. it hurrrrts so bad
(Death is certainly gon' catch you)
They can take me
(Whoever especially you will be left hurt)
I'll take yo' place
(This is the cold, harshness of life)
(Just when it unfolds you lucky to grow old - life!)
Cause it hurrrrts so bad
You tearin our team apart
Though time heals all of our wounds it's still leavin a mark
I took it too far; the feelin
that's hidden deep in my heart, comes out, when I look at the scar
And I can't kill, nobody to get you back
Nigga that's somethin that time can't heal
While I'm sayin my grace
I'll be lookin up at the sky, and tellin God that he's makin a mistake
You can't take away one brother and leave the rest of the clique
Lord please, double check yo' list
And if you get to his name and it's a check beside it
Death comes in three's, take me next
.. but don't make me sweat, please
I won't make it, I get restless speculatin
Sons should bury mothers
Every mother don't wanna bury her son, they sayin
Death is certainly gon' catch you
Whoever especially you will be left hurt
This is the cold, harshness of life
Just when it unfolds you lucky to grow old - life!
(And) Death is not no option
I'm pullin money outta my pocket tryin to con the doctor
Please, treat this thug the way you would treat yo' baby
The way that you would treat yo' blood, I'll pay!
As heavyweight as we are, I know how you medics are
Cause I be checkin ER everyday
I know we are a hairful - but doc
this ain't one of them that came through shot that shoulda been careful
Cause no dude could bleed; the way his heart pumps
more than any patient that rode through that you seen
The reason that he's my man
Cause I tell him if he can hear me to squeeze my hand and he squeezes
.. so I tell him some things
Don't let them machines help you breathe, don't leave from receivin
'Round quarter to eight - his moms is sleepin
His grip weakens, his squiggly lines go straight (go straight)
Call the doctor, "Give him all you got!
Shock him!" He gon' tell you it's too late
Call the doctor, "Give him all you got!
Shock him!" It's too late

Royce Da 5'9'', D-Elite

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Once again relax, it's just music.
Niggaz right here, show you how I do
Niggaz right here, show you my crew
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Fuck a team like you who swing like you
We block shots in the ring lightning
Rock hot rocks kill, get the cream still
Blasphemous mind ill steal rhyme skill
Nas couldn't rhyme for this, Nickel-Nine will
I go through, cool out, blow a whole crew
Cool out bro, out-glow a whole jewel
We bout to blow up, got your nose up
You could catch a blocka-blocka try to stop or hold us
And your block a whole bust, live news
Ride through with one girl and five dudes
Best crew in the D, niggaz best move
All you niggaz gun sleep and your vest used
Niggaz bluffin, bore me, nothin for me
The only overlord me, only glory, you reach!
Wake up and smell the aroma nigga you sleep
The contract is out on The King, nigga you breach
D-Elite - Jah, Cut Throat
Billy Nix, Little, Nickle, Cha, upmost
Respect dawgs, expect your neck cut rope
The barrel of the Swiss, whole tec up close
If the block was any hotter I could start a cult
I was trouble the minute my momma's water broke
You never see the weak destroy me, I'm focused
I was raised by a postal employee, need I say more? {*echoes*}

Royce Da 5'9'', Buzzin'

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah!
Welcome to the M.I.C Mixtape niggaz!
Volume two!
We back niggaz!
Oh yeah, by the way, y'all know what my motherfuckin' name is
Uh oh..
[Chorus]
I am (Bzzz)
Buzzin', my name and the streets be (Bzzz)
Buzzin', the speakers and the jeeps be (Bzzz)
Buzzin', til I kill your mother, your brother
three or four of your cousins like it's nothin' (Bzzz)
Buzzin'
"He ain't really from the hood nigga
If I catch him in the hood I'ma" (Bzzz)
[Verse 1]
Buzz him, I ride with them choppas all day
I dare you to pop a
Blocka, I'm off my rocka
Silent, you better all findin, Hoffa
I've lost my mind
Sick man brought my nine
Sixth man off my pine (I'm off!)
Industry heads off my grind
Centipede leg niggaz follow me (Follow me!)
Yeah nigga, off that liquor
Walk back by him, spit lead to the head, niggaz off my mind
Go ahead nigga, talk that crime shh
Talk that, spark that nine shh, walk that fine
Line, in between, talk and sparkin' that nine
Rhymin' to be caught in a chalk outline
Entire teams get bought, like ???
I am, battling the scatter that rather by triumph
Breakin' niggaz back, we giants
David gettin' slapped by Goliath
That means that I am, him
In the back chillin', that'll be quiet
But that don't mean ???
The gatling's, ???
You have to be blind, to not see the black and green sign
Peekin' at no matter who's eyein'
Readin' he'd be leavin the baddest dude lyin'
In a puddle of some sort of fabulous new science (new science)
I done had it here in babblin'
I am that dude quietly shootin' that chatter proof iron
Nigga I am (Bzzz)
[Chorus]
Buzzin', my names and the streets be (Bzzz)
Buzzin', the speakers and the jeeps be (Bzzz)
Buzzin', til I kill your mother, your brother
three or four of your cousins like it's nothin' (Bzzz)
Buzzin'
"He ain't really from the hood nigga
If I catch him in the hood I'ma" (Bzzz)
Buzz him
[Verse 2]
Everything y'all love I'm touchin'
'Ready gone die, fuck em
Bonafide hustler, dude in a tank
Do a clown, undo now who a do a nigga can't
We will do it til the music ends
Do it when it's noon
Do it til it's noon again
Do it til it's new again
Do it til he prove to you, who to you, can't
Flow no more, no tool, no shank
No rules, no don't do's in the blanks
Oh no (Oh no!) won't go assumin' who you think, gon' blow
Won't be leavin here sooner than you think
The party ain't over til I'm losin' my drink
Imma couple dollars up from hollerin' "Oo I can't!"
Up and at em', til tomorrow while I choose my fate
There be dudes that I pay while I move wit' my rank (yeah)
Move wit' my weight (yeah)
Do whoever ain't playin' (yeah)
There lonely player, only shoes in the paint
Imma go until there's no more room in the bank
I'm just y'all niggaz, sittin' on tall figures
Til the law, need invisible legit small business
The minute, the hits is out I figured y'all get it
The fickle now admits, just as I spit it
I'm as sick as "Good Lord, just hear him
Get a good load of him. Hits is hittin like hitlaw done did 'em"
The next villian, tap the nigga next to you
Tell him, "I don't like him either. Let's kill him"
Ya'll niggaz sound crazy (Bzzz)
[Chorus]
Buzzin', my names and the streets be (Bzzz)
Buzzin', the speakers and the jeeps be (Bzzz)
Buzzin', til I kill your mother, your brother
three or four of your cousins like it's nothin' (Bzzz)
Buzzin'
"He ain't really from the hood nigga
If I catch him in the hood I'ma" (Bzzz)
Buzz him
Everything y'all love I'm touchin'

Royce Da 5'9'', Brothers Keeper

[Chorus fades in]
[Chorus x2: Royce]
I am my brother's keeper, the reason you in touch with the Reaper
If I ain't the reason you bleedin is because you ain't give me a reason
to slug you because you ain't fuck with my brother
You motherfuckers mothers'll suffer cause of you leavin / bleedin
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah.. yeah.. yeah, turn it up...
'Til we on top of that roof like Nino and G
Glocks pointed at you out for the truth, you rollin with me
Our paint, the same - you can taint it
but you can't explain, your blood is my blood as your vein is my veins
So you are, honestly bonded to me, not through rhymin
but through the, amount of breathin between our mom and our father
Count up your G's, with him I round up the squad for
He I mount up to squeeze if he ever got a problem
Any ONE of you henchmen, I want your attention
I'm comin, I'm gunnin when one in his defense (SOUND OFF!)
Like you got a pair, everybody dead
if any one of you punks dare harm a hair on his head (oh no!)
That'll start up the part of the war
where your heart hit the floor when soldiers just won't, bargain no more
This ain't got nothin to do with my crew members
My views on losin when ain't nothin to do with losin my temper, cause
[Chorus]
[Kid Vicious]
Blood in blood out for my brother, give me a pistol
I'll release missiles through tissue when one of 'em hit you
Surprise! Yo' eyes is closed, you chose to go past the flow
So I will close yo' casket slow (whoa!)
Nickel's my nigga; Jimmy gave me my quiet demeanor
Touch him I will leave all of Gregory {?}
Our father so don't bother, the fam is so mobster
Run yo' lobster, run what you got! (buck a shot)
Kid you NOT, won't remember the faces
Make you disappear from this paper, I'ma erase you
You talk shit and bitch up when I face you (yeah)
What with that look on your face when I put this clip to your braces?
(Oh no!) Switch up your taste buds
I'll make you hiccup, make you taste blood
We come together and break thugs DOWN!
If you ain't fearin me nigga then you ain't hearin me nigga
[click clack] ("Can you hear me now?") Haha..
[gunshots] ("Good!")

Royce Da 5'9'', Boom (RJD2 Blend)

Uhh! Boom! (Boom.. Boom..)
Tick tick tick.. yeah.. 5'9 uhh
Yo..
I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson, I unload
with sick spit that quick wick to split a split-second
Bomb with a lit wick expression
You here a tick tick then you testin..
My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits
So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
Everybody claimin they the best and head the throne
since B.I.G is gone, if you ask me, they "Dead Wrong"
My flow is hotter than the flash from the click
When the hammer slaps the bullet on the ass from the clip
You wind up in a room full of my dawgs
I'll have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs
So come, come now, get pissed on, shitted on
Tough talk turns to, "Can't we all just get along"
You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on
You probably ducked when they laid the gun shot in your song
My gun strrr-utters when it speaks to you
Utter shit to repeat to you
Nothing to clip, then give a speech to you
Me and Premier, we kind of the same in ways
We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways
Rap now is a circus of clowns
A whole lot of lip from clicks I'll probably rap circles around
I'm the next best to reach a peak formerly known
as the best keep secret, I guess that I just leaped it
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
{*"It gets {*scratch*} it gets {*scratch*}
It gets tragic like the havoc of a
nuclear bomb" -> Guru*}
[girl] Boom.. bam, God DAMN!
[5'9"] Royce 5-9
I'm a motherfucking star, I don't battle no mo'
I provide the the gun clapping around of applause after ya show
We can go toe to toe cause they calling you hot
Stepping around all your punches like "that's all you got?"
Everyday I'm meeting somebody and all of they peeps
Quick to shake a nigga's hand and show me all of they teeth
And these bitches I be patting they asses
They be all dumb and googly-eyed lookin at me, battin they lashes
Rappers think Detroit niggaz not as down as them
Or since I'm down with Slim that I sound like him
Quick to judge me and tell me that my hook might sell
and say faggot shit to me like "I look like L"
My advice quit talking it's over
I was knocking niggaz out while you were knocking sticks off they shoulders
I got dirt done in the past, I know y'all sweat
I got regrets older than some of you so called vets
niggaz say I found God with the flow
Bring the police to the studio and bring the bomb squad to the show
Ain't a nigga touching mines
When you listen to my shit you don't chew, you don't breathe,
you don't miss a fucking line
Every time I spit, I tick to show you it's hot
Leave me in the deck too long I blow up your box
BOOM!!
{*DJ Premier scratches*}
[girl] Boom.. bam, God - DAMN!
[5'9"] Royce 5-9
[Chorus]
[girl] Boom.. bam, God - DAMN!
[5'9"] Royce {*scratch*} 5-9
[girl] Boom.. bam, God - DAMN!
[5'9"] {*scratch*} Royce 5-9
[girl] Boom.. bam, God {*scratch*} God - DAMN!
[5'9"] {*scratch*} Royce 5-9
.. {*bomb ticking*} {*music fades*}
{*explosion*} {*bomb ticking*}

Royce Da 5'9'', Basic Rap

Uh, Uh
[Bridge]
You, you, you
nothin' about your
flow, flow, flow
And make my mouth go
down, down, down
Or my eyebrow go
up, up
you suck, suck!
[Verse 1]
Nigga don't look at me like I knocked the party
Cause I want you to leave my time like Doc and Marti
You are not a part of my era
Titch, nigga get the fuck up, outta my era
you are making me sick
You (You, you, you)
Rubix cubes and crews that chasin' a dream
You can take two plus two, and make it extreme
Navy, weak as hell
Only blocks that you saw are the ones with the letters that teach you to spell
So
[Chorus]
(You, you, you)
Basic rapper, I hate you
Go back, to the dates you came from (You, you, you)
Nigga rhymes done changed (You, you, you)
Styles done advanced
RUN DMC is a classic (You, you, you)
Nigga get back, in your time machine
(You, you, you)
Basic rappers, I hate you
Go back, to the dates you came from (You, you, you)
Nigga rhymes done changed (You, you, you)
Styles done advanced
RUN DMC is a classic (You, you, you)
Nigga get back, in your time machine
[Verse 2]
I think you niggaz be writin' your rhymes
on that green paper with the thick lines
Niggaz use in kindergarten
Dudes like me, I'm holy like Synagogues
I'm, Godly pick the pen apart like I'm a god
For you rap hard, but I know the answer
To what you add up to like the back of a flash card
If you take heave to the make believe
Niggaz rappin' like they be sayin' they ABC's then you whack
Then you a
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
You, you, you
nothin' about your
flow, flow, flow
And make my mouth go
down, down, down
Or my eyebrow go
up, up
you suck, suck!
[Verse 3]
The highlight, of my life, is my writin'
The type for five mics that strike like lightnin'
When I hear a nigga in here, griffin' because
He finished a year, you think that he spittin, nigga no
That ain't how it goes
You gotta think of how many niggaz originated this shit
How many of 'em broke?
You think that how many niggaz is rich today in this bitch
You can say that many niggaz is dope?
[Chorus]
[Bridge]

Royce Da 5'9'', 52 Bars

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, yeah (5-9) yeah
This is Hip-Hop 101 niggaz (yeah, the M.I.C. nigga)
I'm bout to teach y'all MC's how to count bars
Check it out (real MC's)
Let's get to it niggaz
[Chorus]
52 bars come out, now you feel it out
52 bars come out, now you feel it again
52 bars come out, now you feel it out
52 bars..
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, yeah, yeah; I'm a beast
I'ma be leavin y'all sleep all in them trauma sheets (2)
The pall bearer the one, the two carryin you (3)
to who buryin you on the count of three (4)
I'm the llama to squeeze (5)
I can promise my knowledge degrees has started a lot of beefin (6)
The gall of you to call to who all of you to pause (7)
{*gasp*} The fall of your momma's cheeks (8)
Yeah, then drama cease, I'ma try to teach (9)
You could be deep and, wind up kinda deep, yeah (10)
No amount of sleep can, mold you into what you tryna be (11)
Can only make a soldier outta me (12)
I'm the eightball - sittin out of the way (13)
of you finishin the product is able to face all (14)
I'ma just stay raw - instead of doin songs for women (15)
I'll let y'all do 'em and all come and take y'alls (16)
This is before the rhyme, it's the truth (17)
After I put the "out of order" sign on the booth (18)
You can't stop me, I'm stickin Koch - you wishin (19)
Sony would just drop me like 50, yeah (20)
You sloppy, I will reign (21)
I will change and, transform into 'Pac like Lil Zane (22)
This is lyrical nation - this is +Rap City+ (23)
while you fiends get out-rapped by Tigga in "Da Bassment" (24)
This tool I use on all of your peeps (25)
I call it my heat, cause I use it when I lose my cool (26)
It's too risky (27)
Took a line when who's sittin on the side of the new whip wit a huge pistol (28)
The huge clip hangin outta the bottle (29)
the size of a bottomless pit (30)
Every goon, you gotta be hit, reduce the size of your clique (31)
Like POOF, like I am a magician (32)
I am a giant to you, trick! (33)
I'm sicker than you, I feel like a pool stick in a room full of toothpicks (34)
Don't compare none of these rap wannabe (35)
cats to me, the best fear me, the rest is scared money (36)
Now that I'm back on the scene (37)
It's back to your baby mamas chasin me, I'm back on TV (38)
Yeah buddy - come get me cause we ain't scared (39)
Catch a buck-fifty the size of Freeway's beard, yeah (40 nigga)
Ain't nobody vest preventin the 'K (41)
from rippin through bricks and hittin the rest of your henchmen (42)
Never been in the penitentiary, never get tense (43)
when there's war, never worry about catchin a sentence (44)
I don't care if you strong especially since (45)
my weapon is long enough to bury you with whatever you benchin (46)
I ain't friendly - I don't talk (47)
for nobody who ain't cuttin a check unless you a dentist (48)
You can never attempt to, diss me (49)
If you do, I will censor the lead of that pencil (50)
You punks better be distant (51)
One punch'll leave you lumped and, dumber than Jessica Simpson (fifty-TWO!)
Whoo! Hahaha, yeah (yeah)
It's not often you hear an MC like this nigga (the M.I.C.!)
Take a picture of it, write it down
Do whatever you want I don't give a FUCK!
Yeah (haha) this what happens when
[Chorus]
52 bars come out, now you feel 'em out
52 bars come out, now you feel 'em again
52 bars come out, now you feel 'em out
52 bars nigga, yeah, yeah
52 bars come out, now you feel 'em out
52 bars come out, now you feel 'em again
52 bars come out, now you feel 'em out
52 bars..
[Outro]
Hahaha, "Death is Certain" niggaz (ho!)
(Ho!) Asar, I told you
Vicious! I told you
Yeah, aight you sissy ass MC's

Royce Da 5'9'', She's The One (Remix)

Slim Shady
Asshole
Any nigga wit guns, we got guns too
More heated, ready to outgun you
It's too late I already outgunned you
You was around, you know the outcome too
Let's play, lemme show you what Game is
Heartbreak, I'm showin' you what pain is
Please, I'm reppin' a 'd' homeboy
Where your guns, you steppin' to me homeboy
Royce five-nine's the name, niggaz know
And niggaz know, dealin' wit me niggaz know
Ayyo toots, how you get here, you wanna ride
I got a five in Southside, you wanna drive
Beside, I ain't got no five, you gold-digger
You wanna suga-daddy, go get you an old nigga
I got money, I'm just here to bug you girl
Can't get none, but you know I love you girl
She the one that wanna ride hot whips, huh
Same one that ain't really got shit, huh
She want her hair done, then get her nails done
Go to Fifth Ave, just to shop for Shanell, huh
She the one that ain't really got shit, huh
The little bitch that really aint got tits, huh
Fuckin slut with a chest enhanced,
Wouldn't dance if you aint pay for her breasts implants
Anybody wit knives, we got knives too
More sharp, and ready to outslice you
About 5 dudes, waitin outside for you
And what's inside is coming outside you
Get me drunk, and I'll drink anything you can think
Wattup Miss. Bitch
(Yo what's up with the ring, you married?)
Shit, I'm still mingling, bitch
I just wanted to scream, this is the only finger that's it
Wattup with you, you married?
(Naww, I'm divorced)
Of course you are, you little fuckin trailer park whore
(Trailer? I don't live in no trailer. I live in a mobilization unit, for your information)
Bitch, I got a dick, wanna fuck?
Hold still, so i don't use birth control pills slut
Fuck, pump so much cum in your stomach that when I pull out
A years and a half old body, deranged baby fall out
And I ain't stayin to pay no child support
Are you playin? Be a man- bitch what you sayin?
You tryin to pull some bullshit, while I got one arm free
You want me to make this half-nelson a full?
Wattup boo, this is for you and your girlfriend
You bank-head, up in Detroit we Earl Flynt
Assholes get guns and flashed those
Never ever go to Detroit, we blast those
Hi, my name is...
Royce
I'm the king
Gimme money, gimme jewels, everything
Ayyo, you with the long hair, is it yours?
I guess so, got a reciept- paid for
Got anymore lipstick? I'm sick of red
Get a perm, you nappy head, you chicken head
I know you ghetto, I ain't trying to take the ghetto out
Things about you to tell about, mellow out
I'm the one that be makin the clubs say "What"
Gettin love, and making the club say "What"
Some of you cats, hate on the low and got sick
Any sauce that got hits, not this
Any nigga wit guts, we got guts too
More than crazy, only want to outdo you
Damn, too late, we going after you
Go get more niggaz, you gonna need more than two
Project Paki, here to rep the east, New Jersey- I'mma rep my streets
Militainment- we soldiers y'all
Me, Slim, and Royce got you cornered y'all
The only niggaz you see on World's Wildest Police Chases
Niggaz that go wild only during court cases
Bitches go wild when they see us cum on they faces
We never discriminate, we fuck all races
She the one that I got love for
Money she won't get, I assure
She the one that think she hot
Damn, have you seen her, she is hot
High maintanence- that's her style
God I can't her out my mind, when she smile
But ain't no need to worry bout nothin
I got ten girls like her, I ain't frontin
The only thing i buy is some good clothes for her, cuz them shit is tacky
Royce got me on this, remember the name- Project Paki
so yo
You tramp
Why you still listenin?
Don't you see, I'm dissing you
Fade me out, why would you ever play me out?
I'm cool

Royce Da 5'9'', Shake This

[Intro: Royce]
Bein enlightened, is no longer enough
You must apply
Bein willin is no longer acceptable
You must do, make it count
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
Na-na-now, now
I, I, I gotta shake this
Na-na-now, na-na-now, now
I gotta, I gotta
I gotta shake this jail shit off me
He ain't gon' never sell, he gon' fail shit off me
I, I, I gotta shake this weak shit off me
Keep shit off me, leave it in the
Streets like bitch GET OFF ME!
[Royce Da 5'9":]
1977, July 5th
Conceived immaculately was me, my mom's gift
Unwrapped right there in the room like Christmas
My mind has been designed to do light distance
Run whole laps around y'all with my thoughts
You ain't hold back on yours, naw that's my fault
Now picture me fallin, all the way to the bottom
And I'm layin and callin, somebody come help me
Find my strength to stop drinkin this poison
'fore I drown my gift, and yeah
It's probably unhealthy
Cause I went so hard and woke up sober
I lost my good friend and broke up soldiers
Loco, goin hard as a locomotive
Self-loathin like I ain't chosen
Chose to bless souls, get exposed
Just know that I ain't foldin, huh
I gotta shake this
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9":]
September 18th, 2-oh-oh-6
I roll up in the court thinkin
"This should go quick"
On some couple thousand dollar suit type shit
From behind thousand dollar Cartier scripts
I witness my world tumble down like bricks
Two words she slurred, and it
Sounded like this (this)
One year (one year) travel through
The room like moonlight
Through the darkness, ooh it's heartless
How could, I beat two felonies then
Turn around and lose like (lose like) like this!
My lawyer sayin stay calm, people sayin pray for him
They lockin my black ass up, like Akon
My wife at the crib goin crazy
Pregnant, yellin "I ain't havin no more babies! "
People sayin Preem ain't fuckin with me no mo'
Niggaz in the pen' lookin homo, NO!
I gotta shake this
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9":]
(Yes!) Fresh outta jail feelin
Like Christopher Walken
The king of my city, swingin my dick as I'm walkin
Up to the 7-50, I open the door
My cause and like several bitches make up the decor
I look in, he got a company porns
I tell him "Nah I'm good, I
Woulda chubbed her before"
I'm a new man but I could fuck with a whore
Nigga my dick's so hard it's
Probably touchin the floor
Ridin round in the back of a black luxury toy
Gettin sucked, like niggaz cannot FUCK with me boy!
When I look in the mirror, all I see is the real
You niggaz shouldn't be here, R.I.P. if you will
I'm the moment of truth (truth)
I'm the only significant thing
Roamin the scene soon as I go in the booth
I'm a do it this time, I'm feelin really defined
Unsigned to signed, nigga the city is mines
[Chorus]
[Outro: Royce]
Bitch get off me!
Yeah, get off me!
Bitch get off me!

Royce Da 5'9'', I've Been Up

We don't fear death, we fear for yourself
At the... 98 in hip hop...
Couple of dollars, couple of models, couple of bitches niggers under my
Belt
Down nigger, I'ma hold it too, if you hand shake my
Plan b is to complete plan a
... dissing my... I should get...
Why, why, why,
Would you listen... me
I brush my shoulders up, polish off
If you pray me...
I put them in the... paper
Rollercoaster career, focus been real for you
Because it's been weird for me
I feel like
They can take away the car,
They can take away the...
Run back at you at the game take a real...
I've been up, I've been down, I don't give a fuck, yeah
I've been up, I've been down, I don't give a fuck, yeah
I've been up, I've been down, I don't give a fuck, yeah
They can take away the car,
They can take away the...
Run back at you at the game take a real...
I just want mama to be happy
Is that too motherfucking much to ask
... bitch, can't get a jungle I hate liars
But I fuck with the lion is bitch
If you don't straighten your ass out right now
I will find you and iron you bitch
... dissing my... I should get...
Why, why, why,
Would you let love make you act like a faggot?
I'm fly
And you act like a maggot
Money comes money goes
I used to work funny clothes,
... my mama...
My real family all I care about...
I feel like
They can take away the car,
They can take away the...
Run back at you at the game take a real...
I've been up, I've been down, I don't give a fuck, yeah
I've been up, I've been down, I don't give a fuck, yeah
I've been up, I've been down, I don't give a fuck, yeah
They can take away the car,
They can take away the...
Run back at you at the game take a real...
And I watch my daddy hit my mama
Listen to my mama trying to calm...
When you gotta go visit your father
You be... as long as I'm getting... your mama will be sad
... when he got... he was having sick
Cause I was only 11 at the time
And he's been playing sober ever since
He gave me his advice, you got a huge advantage
Long as you know what's... in life
... people treat money like oxygen
When they got it did they get it for granted
But then lose in panic
... I look at him like superman
And y'all niggers ain't even close to me
So if he can fall, so can me
They can take away the car,
They can take away the...
Run back at you at the game take a real...
I've been up, I've been down, I don't give a fuck, yeah
I've been up, I've been down, I don't give a fuck, yeah
I've been up, I've been down, I don't give a fuck, yeah
They can take away the car,
They can take away the...

Royce Da 5'9'', Pick Ma Balls Up (drop The World Remix)

I done been through the ups
Been through the downs
Sharpened the flow
Gensu'd the sound
I was tossed in the game
Then thrown out
You know you in
When your friends want out
Fans get cocky tryna visualise my pockets
Really I should stop it
Quit criticising my topics
They say he rap about dick so much you could predict his lines
But hte hits they listening to is all about bricks and shine
And this is fine
Wait let me pick your mind
Everybody's a rapper now into it to get em signed
Ya'll with em fake em rap
What's the use in speaking how you truly feel
If you gon have to turn around and take it back
Joey taught me don't make your life an open book to em trust me
Cause it will fuck your shit up plus them niggas is touchy
But the race I'm running is against rappers touchier than Rihanna and Kanye in London
Ok I'm dun in
I'm guilty for rappin about thuggin and not about lovin
I'm deeper and darker
For me beef is easier to talka
I'm a beast when I'm deep in thought
Diss me you reachin, I ether the author
Fly as a bitch leavin the park,
Before I'm demonstrating
You talking loud like Mystikal in '98
I'm here, you talk soft like Ray-J in elimination
Back off to the brothers
Hats off to the others
White fans is mad, they red like hack sergeant duggen [?]
Yeah, I will stick you up
I spit my [?] you up
My triggers will lift you up
They say I talk about my dick too much
I'm about it, I done went a whole verse without talking bout it,
I'm a pick my dick up and I'm stick it in your bitches ass
Yeah I'm a pick my nuts up and I'm a drop em on your fucking head
Yeah, say I can die now say rebirth muthafucker
Hop up on the spaceship and leave Earth muthafucker
I'm gone, yeah I'm gone,
Uhh,
Which one of ya'll is going home with a trigger [?],

Royce Da 5'9'', Part of Me

[Intro: Royce whispering]
You took a part of me with you
You took a part of me with you
Uhh you took a part of me with you
Ahh ahh
[Chorus: Royce Da 59"]
Last night we had a one night stand
But when I woke up in the mornin I missed you
You see all I'm sayin is can I see you again?
Cause when you left you took a part of me with you
A part of me with you
[Royce Da 59":]
It's like it's a urban legend his mistake
Her confession; how bout it for a first impression
How bout it with the Birkin lookin perfectly measured
Lookin certain as ever like she got her purpose together or whatever
Him he was like a typical thug
Hat and glasses he had to bag the baddest bitch at the club
He had a way with his words a certain how should I put it?
"Je ne sais quoi" is how the French bitches would mention him
Never known for lovin them all havin them drivin his cars
Havin them in the mall on his budget ballin
Him tryin to call her is the part of the issue
He said that when she left she took a part of him with her
He ain't a stranger to the one night stand
If you lovin them yous a sucker - that's the one night sayin
But why give him the wrong number and fuck him later on girls?
That's all I'm sayin; let me tell you how they meant
He approached her with the usual swagger
"How you doin? " Blahzay-blee-blah-blah-blah the usual blabber
Now that the ice is broken it's time to get linked
He asked her if he could buy her a drink she nodded to him and said
"I don't really drink but thank you for the offer (aight)
Let me buy you one and we can finish talkin (let's do that then)
How bout some Patron and have him fill the cup up
(Aiyyo bartender can you fill that up?)
And when you finish up we can get into somethin" (where we goin?)
He like it's easy as pie you see it in his eyes
He tryin to turn her out tonight and leave her where she lies
Tell his friend he hung her out to dry
Another bitch taps him on the shoulder and he turns around surprised
She said "How you doin? I think I know you from somewhere (I don't think so)
Yes I do don't you drive that Mercedes out there? (yeah that's me)
You was drivin by me one day I was walkin (word?)
You pulled over to me and we started talkin" (oh okay)
While they talkin Shorty 1 grabbed somethin out her Birkin
Tossed it in his drink and watched it sink to the surface
Shorty number 2 kept talkin like she was tryin to stall him
Long enough for that thing to dissolve in
1 gives a signal 2 says "Whos this? "
Hes like "Sorry I'm rude" then introduces
1 to 2 - they start hittin it off
Just like he wants them to it's wonderful
He thinkin shes a skeezer shes just easy
They both probably bi so they should lead to a threesome
They both probably high cause neither one of em drinkin
They both keep gigglin so you know what he thinkin
He swallows his Patron shot sets the cup on top
The bar like we gon fuckin party don't stop
1 cues 2 then says "Where yo ride at? "
He says "Hey I let valet decide that"
They laughed they leave he says "Mami drive that
I'm tired or I'm high I just wanna lie back"
They get to the hotel they get on the elevator
He ain't feelin so well like "Fuck it I'll get better later"
They get in the room and start takin off they clothes
Dude steppin out his shoes while he checkin out the hoes
Hes sick so he sits 1 says "Lay down"
2 says "I'll take off his clothes okay now? "
He loses consciousness he dreams of number 2 ridin him
Slidin up and down with no condom
Number 1 suckin on his dick usin both hands
Both hoes dressed like nurses I guess they role playin
He comes to as the rooms circle and comes to a stop
He not certain or not is he still dreamin (where the fuck am I?)
He feels numb so he looks down and sees
That hes layin in a tub full of ice from his knees
To his waist in a bathroom with grief on his face
He feelin like he too weak to move so he waits
He feel around and notices a piece of paper stickin to the tub
From his bitches and it's written in his blood (WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?)
He panics he screams oh God what's happenin?
More readin less prayin no time for rationin
The letter reads "Never ask for shit
Cause you can get more than you ask for we have yo DICK! " (AHHHHH!)
The letter reads "Never ask for shit
Cause you can get more than you ask for we have yo dick! "
(Bitches! [sobbing])

Royce Da 5'9'', Over Freestyle

[Freestyle over Drake's: "Over" beat.]
[DJ Whoo Kid:]
DAMN!
"BAR EXAM"... [kids ovation] VOLUME 3!
Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
[Verse:]
They say I'm the best in here! (whoo!) - Picture your wife fuckin' your twin,
I'm like him! - May the best man win!
So later for you bums,
A ways back I made a pact to stay sharp enough to sharpen a razor on my tongue. (come on!) [blast]
I'm sick with this! - You sick like a panty sniffer, (sniffer!) [blast]
And you just wanted to see her pee - like a dick blister. (c'mon!) [blast]
Ya'll remind me of Fantasia brother, y'all be whilin',
On TV everyday I turn on y'all and y'all be cryin'! (cryin'!)
I'm SURGICAL with this motherfuckin' pen!
The sickest nigga spittin' till the end! (till the end!) [echoes]
I don't really have to against that 'cause
I'm the last lyrical W-T-F O-M-G factor!
So back off
Before I blow your knee cap off!
I'm a eat this beat like a? bee-eatin'?
We, you in da street's where the beef is,
In the car goin' beep-beep!
While I roll over the drums and just straight peel through the pieces! (hahh!) [2 shots]
Bout to build me a time machine an' - get it in? - And go back I'm done!
Find Frank Nitti and Al Calpone like - can y'all autograph my gun? [Tarzan shouts]
Haha! - I ain't tryin' that hard, right now!
I'm just havin' fun; tell the whole world I just had a son!
First name "Earth"! - Last name "None", [scream]
Get up on that and your cash ain't come and you don't spit that shit ass like a
Raised by a gangsta,
Come up in the house get your ass whooped and then get your ass whoop on! [EM:] ("Whoo! ")
What a nigga know about the water in the shower gettin' cold because the bathroom faucet is on,
[EM:] ("Whoo! ") The reason why I grab you, stab you, out rap you when I ain't feelin like Tommy McCron!
[EM:] ("Whoo! "Whoo! ") Heat a nigga house with the oven,
Like I like thuggin'!
But I probably just spit on my mother, had to heat up the house the oven,
Had to spend the night with my cousin!
Yes, I be poppin' lots of shit you can't do nothin' bout it bitch;
So get the heads up or be my rock 'em sock 'em, poppin' shit! (poppin' shit!) [EM:] ("Whoo! Whoo! ")
I'm like a stock of bond - that can drop a bomb, (C'MON!)
Ridin' slow with the slidin' door on the side.
Open on that minivan [EM:] ("Whoo! ") intended for no soccer mom, [EM:] ("WHATTA FUCK? ! ")
Lighters up high! (high!)
I'm your fire supply! [gunshot]
Writer with mad skills, I'm I'll so hire your guy! (ME!) [gunshot]
Nobody is harder! - He don't give a fuck what he "Slaughters", (HA!)
He will drag your slutty daughter through the muddy waters!
This beat is bait!
Get it outta me, I can shit it out me, IT'S ATE! - I think I owe Drake an apology! [echoes]
Tweet about that little fuckin' fruit!
[Outro:]
ROYCE DA 5'9"!

Royce Da 5'9'', On The Run

[Chorus: Sample]
Looking out my window from my mind's blown hotel room
I remember that cold, cold rainy night
Looking out my window
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Feeling all alone on the run
I'm still holding onto my gun
Body on it from the previous evening
I found out I'm wanted
Nigga's snitching is what the media screaming
I turn the channel on the TV, the first 48 on
Man, it ain't a loyal nigga on this TV nowhere
I cut the power off, disgusted
I'm contemplating taking a shower to take all the gunpowder off
But what if they bust in, busting
The nigga at the front desk act like he don't recognize me but shit
There's a reward for me, that nigga there hustling
I can't trust him I got to keep my eye on that window
Thinking about my kin folk, wife and babies
I can't talk to them, life is crazy
Whoever thought it would come to this over rap nonsense
Rap from the comfort of being attacked by my conscience
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9":]
I think I'm a write a letter to my children
In case I don't make it
I'm up against time but I won't face it
I'm thinking about my life what it is now
And how one slug can change what it once was
I'm accepting the fact that I did that
I just want my wife back, I just want my kids back
I just want my niggas that don't snitch back
Cause real niggas know real niggas ain't with that
But what's the use of me being real, I'm fucked now
I'm seeing sirens out the window thinking what now
Damn, am I to do?
Cause now that shit hit the fan I suddenly ran out of crew
But fuck it, I'm in the shit, I'm a end the shit
No way for me to benefit though I'm innocent
I hear a knock on the door like let's finish this
[Police storm room]
[talking: Royce Da 5'9"]
This life is about honor, respect but more importantly this life is about choices
You make them and whether they turn out to be good ones
Or bad ones you live with them. You die with them

Royce Da 5'9'', Yeah

Yo I could strike physically or mentally or
I exist in you, I'm wit' you get your sense of the call
I have no sense of humor, I vent, you must
Stay the fuck out of my way, I'm too much
I'm the first to let you know if something is real, I come
Right before the comforter squeal, I'm something you feel
Go ahead try to fight with me nigga do the best that you do
I could be hard, I could be soft I'll even let you choose
I exist upon the impact of a flying fist
Always show up unannounced on you nigga, I'm kinda sick
What that nigga shoot that gun at me for, you still alive
I'm a riot not numb anymore nigga now die
I command fear, so be afraid, be very afraid
You get carried away, then I'm a see you
Nigga you better keep the heater with you
I'm waiting for you dog
Cause theres somebody that wanna see me with you
Keep an attitude, I'm evil
Spiteful, stay mad at you motherfuckin' practical people
Trust the one you love and I'm a make you cry
You even try to fight drugs and I'm a take its side
The only thing that stronger than me is time, and yours is limited
And I'm involved in it 'til you all finished
I despise you, thats why I surprise you
Even if your mother dies I'm a fuckin' remind you
I want you walking in front of a truck or a car
Cause I hangs out at these hospitals like a club or a bar
If you afraid; be, cause I'm so hard
Only one who can stop me is your God that made me
So, he is your witness, I am your sickness
I got every human being alive on my hitlist
I'm still in your way, I'm still under your skin
You don't want me but you would give me away? Then fuck you
Niggas better know than I'm something they'll never know
All you'll ever know is that hurt his name
Nigga I'm pain (Pain; I'm comin' for you)
You know that I will hurt you (I'm comin' for you)
You know I'll rise to hurt you (I'm comin' for you)
And you know I'll be back soon
Nigga I'm pain (Pain)
Yeah, I hope you like the name (I'm comin' for you)
No need to fight the pain (He will be comin' for you)
Cause he will strike a-gain
Im Pain
I'ts gotta hurt Its gotta hurt
Its gotta hurt (Pain)
I know, Its gotta hurt

Royce Da 5'9'', Writer's Block (ft. Eminem)

[Verse 1 - Royce da 5’9â€³]
I ain’t calling names cause all of y’all the same, plus
I’m the king, all my past pain all done changed up
All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter’s came up
Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
N-ggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent
Because of my relationship with Marshall
Used to make me a little partial, but here’s the brain f-ck
We the same cuz
I’m probably about to fall out with a young buck
While I attempt to f-ck the f-cking game up
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat
You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby’s Maybach
My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me n-gga
It’s ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get
The more disgusting and f-ckin’ disfigured it gets
N-ggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop
Y’all about the champagne, I’m about the toast
I, only f-ck with mailmen with heroin from Boca
N-ggas that’ll smoke you while you staring in your postbox
Only incense he enlightens when he’s thinkin’
While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
I’m back, muthaf-cker
Notice the flyness on the cover of the XXL
I’m back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers
How y’all realer? (How y’all realer?) If I said it, I did it
If I didn’t, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer
Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa
That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin’ your piece up
Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup
N-gga, the mistake was like my only teacher
Wait ’til they get a load of me ’cause
I’ve got Gucci’s on my feet
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Bitches on my dick
But y’all already said that
Choppers in the trunk
Models in the front
Bottles in the club
But I don’t give a f-ck
But y’all already said that
[Eminem]
Cause sometimes I feel like it’s so hard
For me to come up with shitty to say (Ayyyyyy)
I’m at a loss for words ’cause y’all already said it all
I think I’m runnin’ out of cliches
I’m gettin’ writer’s block
Psyche!
[Verse 2 - Royce da 5'9'']
When I stand up in this booth, n-ggas notice it
Sittin’ on the same boat that Noah built
Floatin’ on the same water Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin’ on your grave site, overkill
Aren’t you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet!
Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin’ a new hybrid
You dudes is too excited
You a dude that’d try to sue a dude that’s suicidal
You will just be another victim
I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I’m a little twisted
I roll like the end credits in movies, y’all just got scripted
Got y’all n-ggas’ bitches bobbin’ to this one when she witcha
When she wit’ me, she bobbin’, not vibin’
Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper
I’m a sperate with a purpose, havin’ problems?
Not a problem I’ve encountered
I have found elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through hoops like they workin’ for the circus
At the fire round the circle’s right in front of them, fire rounds
Pun intended, gun extended, what are you mark’s askin’?
Car’s Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it
Since I decided to start Class diss
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin’ marked absent
I authorize my own all-access
Your bitch a whore, I’m a catch, she ball-catchin’
Her jaw’s been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her p-ssy need to blocked and reported as spam
Bong! Interscope up in this dope and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin’ inside of envelopes
And they tryna mail ‘em to me, tryna reach my phone
I don’t know which one is harder
Tryna not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own
[Hook]
I got Gucci’s on my feet
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Bitches on my dick
But y’all already said that
Choppers in the trunk
Models in the front
Bottles in the club
But I don’t give a fuck
But y’all already said that
[Eminem]
Cause sometimes I feel like it’s so hard
For me to come up with shitty to say (Ayyyyyy)
I’m at a loss for words ’cause y’all already said it all
I think I’m runnin’ out of cliches
I’m gettin’ writer’s block
Psyche!
Man, get the bozac
We need to start bringin’ that shit back (Mad flava)
Man, f-ck it, I’m ’bout to catch some wreck (We in effect, money!)
Mad props to Royce for keepin’ it real
On the strength, no diggity

Royce Da 5'9'', Who Want It

(Big shout out to The Alchemist)
[Royce:]
I'm the most cold blooded, gold flooded, iced out, star studded
Fly like the ghost of who died cause the coke done it
Clean like that Maz' that I got in my garage
When that ride rides up (Ahhhh), you gon' know it's not a Mazda
I zone better than you cause I exercise with my hoes
But my trigger finger got it's own regiment
I'm so sick like Ne-Yo I got my own medicine, I do my own edits
C'mon, you if your crib ain't got no echo, let go you ain't a star
I let go and bullets like petrol into your car
Put your stunner shades on fix your eyes to look at me
I'm standin but still but yeah my chain is doin a y-twist
Why the fuck they spend so much on those - why wouldn't we?
Plus I'm tired of niggaz talking bout what I shouldn't be (yeah)
Put the tools to 'em put the magnum in gear
Then, sing the blues to 'em let them things cruise through 'em (blao)
Believe you me I be squeezing at ease, you weak niggaz will bleed
Better breathe, you might re-zoot it
That's the resume nigga, don't it seem roomy?
Don't it read long? Don't my name got a ring to it?
Like a ring tone padded after King Comb
Adam Eve, battle rappin, tabernacle theme song
That's cause I'm a natural, striking like I'm lightin matches
I could west, south, Midwest or bite the Apple
Psychopathic, when he on the track it's like it's majic
The city on his back just like his jacket (Woooo!)
The gats that we pack got extensions attachments
Put away your pencils and pens if you rappin
You ain't gotta write rhymes you could have 'em all in your head
I'll read 'em off the floor when you dead (yeah)
Most lyrical I am in a category with none
Compare me to who? If it ain't the notorious one I'm burryin you
Cause squeezing ain't shit, my guns be speakin to players like Steven A. Smith
And believe me they spit, however you want
I put up them number every season that's the reason they sick (keep goin)
I don't pop a lot of bologna, the parkin lot I shot up your homie
I rocked a lot of Prada, lot of Bryony
We only rock shoes once and give 'em to my niggaz (uh huh)
While you still cleanin yours and stickin your sock in 'em (yeah)
I'm just a hot nigga, them glock triggers givin you riga'
Broadway and I'm all day like a city slicker
You bigger than me I still get you, I'm so shist'
I ghost write if I wanted I could let Diddy dis you (keep goin)
Come through your like the six is a tanker van
Have them killers show up to the scene like the anchorman
And they'll give you the news without the down payment
Up comin rapper was slain but he is now famous (uh huh)
Etch out you, blow your chest out you
Next album no need to know the rest bout you
While you in the air killed just hoverin there chillin (What you doin?)
In the Hilton in Paris fuckin with Paris Hilton (Damn!)
Your little bo at the podium reading goodbyes
I'm getting blowed by a hoe in a Via Dubai
To prove my worth I did my dirt, the most you can do to the ghost is kill my curse
The most you can do to me now is steel my work
You still can't touch it I'm dope, just feel my verse (keep goin)
My artistic thought process is all twisted
The raw shit I thought of came from awe disses (yeah)
The object of narcissism the sharp weapon
I start guessin 'em all guess that I'm autistic
Preach! Nigga my speech is reachless, untouchable by any livin creature
Any way I'll meet you (yeah), anywhere I'll beet you (yeah)
Bed time to headline or anywhere I feature (uh huh)
Niggaz ain't tryin to hit nickel up to do songs (Naw)
Last one done it still pissed cause I pooped on him (hahahaha)
Made a writer's burst over cause I looped on him
Oh (seven), Royce Da 5'9" nigga who want it?
Nobody!

Royce Da 5'9'', Who Got Bodied

[Verse 1:]
Now I don' told this nigga to shut his mouth
I guess he wasn't hearin' me
I'm beyond this peon, he's scared of me
Apparently he don't see that he don't compare to me
Cause he ain't remain silent like T.I.'s security
It's clear to me he'll fuck up his own cash
Take your little freestyle and shove it up your ass
Followed by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your foolish pride gonna fuck around and put you on the loosin' side
Who got bodied?
Nigga, you sick? Then I'm a hot tattie
Coke flow, I spit so much Whitney I got Bobby
I'm a sound off
This nigga's a clown y'all
Fifty niggas with him wearin' jheri curls, hoppin' out of clown car
Shows over Bozo
No mo', I'm back
Time to face the music, I'm a just straight up abuse him
He choose to, diss
But he know not what he gettin'
While he's spittin' funny shit, I'm gettin' money bitch
Blllaah!
C'mon I'm a product of my environment
He ain't gotta try to bring Malcolm out of retirement
He go at me I hit him asap
Take that
Get shot up like a cap gun at a race track (Boom)
He's probably from the part of the Bay that the gay's at
Where the fags migrate and give each other AIDS at
They told me you ain't the pistol type
So yo, you know to me that means you a Frisco dyke
Get you a whoopin' like Whoopie
You steppin' in another circle
I wear purple label you just wear The Color Purple
Everything about your lame flow represents
Everything hoe in every color in the rainbow
Sayin' Proof's name will get you strangled
Let my nigga rest or I bet you you gon' be sleepin' with the angels
I'm fly
You a fly fisher
You lie
You die
Goodbye
Zip 'em up [x4]
[Verse 2:]
C'mon
You showed you ain't got respect soon as you diss me so sudden
So when you bow it better look like you toe touchin'
I'm so fuckin' ridiculous with the flow cousin
I pack heat and I will give you the whole oven
Coke, heroin, flower, fuck it the whole cupboard
No publishin' for this fuckin', I'm so stubborn
I threw the bait
You took it, I'm on the boat buzzin'
Reelin' you in, tryin' to eat you before Joe Budden
[Verse 3:]
Budden said the battle was embarrassin'
Comparison
This shit here more embarrassin'
So I'm a use his beat to merk you
And maybe he'll see that I'll merk him too
I'm just playin' my nigga Buddens, you cool
I'm just fuckin' with you cause I got "Nuttin To Do"
This Mistah Fag, he's a waste of my time
And my time is money so I'm wastin' money just makin' this rhyme
It ain't beef
But I would like to shoot your jeweler
Your charm look like some kind of retarded school bus
All you missin' is the "duh" and the drool
The wheelchair, the helmet and the confused look
Niggas get shook when Malcolm speaks
There ain't a way I can hear you on an Alchemist beat
Y'all two doin' an album together
Ooh shit
Okay, I got a sample for you
Loop this:
[circus employee talking:]
Step right up! Step right up! Let me guess your weight
I just flew in from San Francisco and boy are my arms tired!
Step right up and watch me shoot through bullets out of my sleeve
I'm so fuckin' funny. Let's take it to The Bay baby
[Background:]
Mistah F.A.B. I'm funny. I'm a clown, with no money
Every Monday, I get a haircut. To wear a t-shirt and jeans with airbrush
I'm corny. I'm corny. There goes a real fat? before me
It's not corny. He's still here too. But I don't care cause, I'm so funny
[Verse 4:]
The streets will teach you
I love for The Bay nigga, Skee my people
The problem is, you think lyrically my equal
But that don't balance out I gotta Keak to Sneak you
You be the bitch
Nigga we be the shit
You never slang like 40
You tryin' to be legit/B-Legit
I will eat your soul
My pieces glow cause they freezin'
These hoes is Keshia Cole
I'll put you in the hospital
You ain't the only one that got riddled
I got two
Check it
Flabby, Fabby, fuck you
Fucked yo mammie, we family cause I'm yo daddy, son
Yeah, pussy thought you took me
Want a cookie? Cause nobody seems to care
So what's the fuss 'bout
Turn your girl's mouth to a Yukmouth
Nut, turn her out to a slut house
Who got bodied?
[Sample of Mistah F.A.B.'s diss song:]
"Trick hates your guts and Proof ain't never like you"
"I fuck with real Detroit niggas like Chedda Boys"
[Royce whispering throughout:]
Ask about me
[Verse 5:]
I got A.K.s, A.R.s, aye y'all
This nigga been dead since the eighth bar
But I'm tryin' to overkill him
Standin' over the silly nigga holdin' a shottie
With a spear shootin' at him
Till his body disappears
Look a here
I will put your crew in boxes
I done put whole crew in boxes
And it's best he stops cause I will Freddie Foxxx him
Put him out with the tools or boxing
So think about your next move
I will let you choose your option
Top ten
Dead or alive
And I got soldiers
You cast your little punk ass stones at me, I throw back boulders!
Oh yeah
It's over, hold that
Nigga this is G's up, I speed up right where you slow at
Lyrically you Borat
Boring
Do anything for a laugh
You know that's... annoying
It's sounds that perhaps you doubt me
Well
If you ever ever make it to my city, ask about me
Your luck over
Cause all you tried to do is be famous
So now you famous nationwide for gettin' fucked over
Boy pay up
I ball, this a fo' sho' lay up
I'm playin' chess with a Connect Four player!
[Chorus:]
It's obvious I hear you talkin' loud
I'm clappin' all day like I'm cheerin' in the crowd
I'm bout to catch a body
I'm a bust a mag boy
I'm bout to catch a body
I'm a bust a mag boy
I'll kill y'all!
If you ain't never ran from a nigga
Then you damn sure probably picked a day to start runnin'
Get runnin'!
If you ain't never ran from a nigga
Then you damn sure probably picked a day to start runnin'
Get runnin'!

Royce Da 5'9'', Who Am I

Royce Da 5'9'', Where My Money

[14 seconds fades-in]
[Chorus:]
I've been fuckin' with this game for a long time (long time!) - and I'm impatient!
I'm a kill somebody if somebody don't make me real rich this year! (this year!) [rewind]
[Verse 1:]
For starters, I'm all about the bread (about the bread!)
I ain't no artist, I'm a target.
I'm like the landlord; Hip-Hop's currently fallen down the stairs
YOUR RENTS DUE, MOTHAFUCKA! (MOTHAFUCKA!)
Now who gives a fuck about who's bars the hardest
When the DJ's think they're bigger stars than the artists?
Ridin' around in Ferrari's doin' more A&Rin;'
Than the A&R;'s, half them niggas don't need even scratch. [acapella] [scratches]
That's like the blind leadin' the blind leader.
Hip-Hop is like the FBI in trap readin' the Don Diva.
It makes no sense, it's - I-ronic
How I can straighten you even though I stay so bent.
I'm about gettin' INS! (INS!)
Everytime my money's on Hip-Hop; that's every time the house nigga wins!
Flood in the drought, love in the club, Crip/Blood, gun talk;
Ladies and gentlemen! - Hip-Hop in one bar...
[Chorus:]
I've been fuckin' with this game for a long time - and I'm impatient!
I'm a kill somebody if somebody don't make me real rich this year!
[Bridge:]
Where my money at? - Where my money, nigga?
Where my money at? - Where my money, nigga?
[Verse 2:]
I put a cease and desist on this industry shit;
Me making a friend means I'll just make a' enemy quick! (quick!)
When niggas think they finna be big, their images switched
They go from gettin' beat by a nigga to sweet to a cinnamon whip.
They actin' like they got the Vanna White in "Wheel Of Fortune"
But actually they spillin' the script!
I tell the - DJ to play mines or we gon' spray ya;
And that's on every MC's mind, they just don't say it! (say it!)
I flame spots. - My brain lies and the top is on fire;
How you gon' say Nickle Nine ain't risin'?
Rappers no longer have to be on the block lyin';
You get your ass whooped on the net, you a pop icon! (icon!)
I spazz like I got the white rhyme;
I flash like I shot Nikon.
I call my motherfuckin' man my money, so money stand out;
While I got my motherfuckin' hand out! [cha-ching]
[Chorus]

Royce Da 5'9'', What Would You Do

Why? Die!
[Royce Da 5'9"]
As the clock ticks, we knock off the block quick
Chip off the ol' block of the sixty Steve's{?} our pops
We – will stick you for your cheese to receive our props (yeah)
Believe it or not, we not evil, we fiendin to stop
We – we cryin out to the dire amounts of survival
We not desired to beef, just inspired the spiral
beneath the – dirt for every stem in the grass
Memories pass, I keep 'em workin, a vile stem in the hash
He will – kill a killer feelin like he's killin himself (uhh)
He's feelin himself but not that killer but he's that killer himself (yeah)
He's spendin his last, fiendin lookin to turn this cash raw
It's like, Felix Trinidad turnin a glass jaw
No, please! You're not that broke thief
I used to approach you like you would've approached me (why?)
cause you was just like me.
[Chorus]
What would you do if you knew what he knew?
If you went through, what he been through
If you get him will he come back to get you?
Would you lose, would he lose?
What would you do if he as real as me and you now?
As me and you now, now see it through
Deep in your heart you like to snake and probably fool
But, we in the streets so – no no no
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yo, panic and both of us stiff as mannequins, we speak
We – both got rules to the streets we keep if you cross and we creep
We – we even cold in the coffin with sheets
We – was taught in the streets what we FOUGHT, our thoughts and beliefs
We – front on we actors; we love the next nigga
'bout as much as we love our guns and we'll DITCH our guns if we hafta
Our religion is we niggaz that's livin
We believe in the Lord, while we unsure 'bout the way it was written
We – focus on what niggaz focus on us
The beam or scope is on us, we teens that just hope to grow up
Uhh, I know the shit I said it hundreds of times
Would this bun or this .9 switch with the hands of a one-of-a-kind?
Hell naw!
[Chorus]

Royce Da 5'9'', Wet My Whistle

We live ladies, so fuck witha nigga like,--me
You not ready, to fuck with a nigga
Oh oh here he comes
Watch out now he'll chew you up
I know you gone here me come
I won't stop, now tell me who you are
I bet you never met nobody like this before
Same game that he grew back from '64
I might rob from a pimp just to give to his whores
I'm just one of the fourty thieves 'bout to get through this door
Take game from a nigga with game and make change
And meanwhile a clean house and take names
I'm a walking million dollar price
A talking billion dollars tight
Feelin' like some zillion dollar ice
I clown on fools
Dump these little rappers in the great lakes and tell 'em the crown don't move
Though you still ramble your lips I still hear you
Just examine your bitch my prints still near you
Once I talk to these hoes, they never talk back
Once they walk through these doors, they never walk back
Niggas better raise they weight, today they late
When Nickle-Nine raid they dates, the player haters..
We Live ladies
Don't you want to outdo my mind
We Live ladies
Never met no one like you in my life
We Live ladies
I know you gone see my coupe fly by
We Live ladies
Never met no one like you in my life
I know you wanna fuck with a nigga that's gangster
Get you to your room, get into your womb
Dig a deeper hole for you watch your face change
Your weight gain, large helmet, Milky Way vane
How long?
Long as the frame of a great dane
Take names that belongs in a frame bronze
I'm 'bout the hottest name cause the sun can't fall
You can't take your eye off your untamed broad
She wanna ride along side of the same wall
Put aside her pride holler and name call
Tell you all types of moves, you don't do
Say it's all in the tounge and the finger, coach you
Women worldwide say Royce your so true
In this real world what sits on a robe rules
How can I be the King down on my knees
This is for the ladies, fellas follow my lead
We just wanna say..
We Live ladies.
Don't you want to outdo my mind
We Live ladies
Never met no one like you in my life
We Live ladies
I know you gone see my coupe fly by
We Live ladies
Never met no one like you in my life
Oh oh here he comes
Watch out now he'll chew you up
I know you gone here me come
I won't stop, now tell me who you are
I'm the calmset, most are most smooth
Whatever they want me to be, I'm no fool
I rhyme for the ladies, rhyme for my fellas
In my heart I'm just an MC that time undeveloped
This one's for your girl, I'm 'bout to help you with her
A dick-to-a-doorstep service that self-delivers
Follow Ma, lot of Prada gotta buy a lot of bling
Follow-badda-swallow-bada-boom-follows-bada-bing
Cantine style, Luis the 13th
After your chick smiles I knew it was working
Rich niggas, you can't beat then join 'em
You can't join us then beat it
Leave us alone you hater you!
We Live ladies.
Don't you want to outdo my mind
We Live ladies
Never met no one like you in my life
We Live ladies
I know you gone see my coupe fly by
We Live ladies
Never met no one like you in my life
We live ladies, so fuck witha nigga like,--me

Royce Da 5'9'', We Riding

[Chorus]
Ridin, survivin
Tryin not to die and tryna cop a island
5'9" and, sleazy
The game needs me, cause I'm drama
I got problems, I can't resolve 'em
It's no beefin, I can't call 'em
I'm ridin, survivin
Tryin not to die then, look him in his eyes then
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Royce 5'9", YEAH.. yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, remember me?
The hype man that came in to blaze shit
Brought in by the white man like I came on a slave ship
and chains; no master can turn his back on the only rapper
can match him and burn him on his own track with him
No goin back with him; cause holmes actin like
he got Capone backin him (why?) He's gone platinum
WOW, I'm hurt, cause now his words
Cause now he famous 'bout as down to earth as it rains the worst
My value will grow with my next release
CUT THE CHECK, I suggest you invest in extra ink
My next album should raise the brow of every man, woman and child
And today, I gotta get paid
You got a sign on your door that says "Keep Out"
I can't fire no more, I can't reach out
You truly know more later after you learn
My last favor to ask you was when, "Don't do me no more favors"
[Chorus]
[Royce: over Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
5'9", yeah
Cause I'm drama, yeah!
How the fuck you gon' forget about me niggaz?
[Outro: Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, yeah, I'ma show you muh'fuckers
how to go from no buzz, to a big-ass buzz
I'm a ill motherfucker
I don't need nobody to hold my motherfuckin hand
Whatever niggaz, one hun'ned
'03 is my year nigga, Royce 5'9"
The drama king nigga, DRAMA
[Chorus]
[Royce: over Chorus]
"Rock City Version 2.0" in stores right now
Feel me!
"Dead or Alive" the new album comin in Spring niggaz
If you gonna go buy the motherfucker pray for me
If not, FIGHT ME!

Royce Da 5'9'', We Live

Royce Da 5'9'', We Deep

[Intro: Trick-Trick]
Nephew, these little faggit, pussy ass, bitch ass niggas
Think they wanna do something with us!? !
What they wanna do with the D!?
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9'']
All you gotta do is say my name,
I make the gun sang: (sang!)
Like: "Aooooooooh! "
You don't want it!
I have you niggas, bleeding laying down hurtin' on the corner,
Like: "Ahhhhhhhhh-oooooooahhhhhoooo! "
[Bridge: Royce Da 5'9'' & (Trick-Trick)]
Close your mouth!
Before your mouth!
Get you into something
With them Detroit niggas. - (WE DEEP!)
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9'']
C'mon with that! (that!) - The throne's intact! (tact!)
We the reason niggas gotta buy they own shit back! (back!)
30 niggas pit black in this bitch strapped
Foul mouth niggas get a clip - full of tic-tacs (whoooooo!) (BLLLLAAATTT!)
Mr. Porter's sick track! - Trick-Trick blat!
This that - riff raff! - Tell ya' bitch lick that!
Alcoholic-ass clique - this a big frat!
Cross the line when we steppin' it's gon' be [gun cocks] click-clack! [shot]
Niggas fakin' they throwin' them hissyfits
They make us start, but they ain't makin' out like ya' boy and his kissy bitch!
Till they get taken out like ya like ya boy does his prissy bitch,
My high price lawyer still hood like a dickie fit!
My words like a four forum page
Hold on! - You gon' collapse like JoJo on stage!
If you - ever fuck around with me I'll lift you!
It's however you want it, long as I ain't gotta ride with you (Waaaaaoooooo!)
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Verse 2: Trick-Trick]
The godfather an' the king of the D
Leaving these niggas slept butt ass naked like they was sleepin' with me
You little bad mouth faggit ass lil' boys,
I was bustin' 7'6'2's - when you was playin' with toys! [rewind]
The godfather an' the king of the D
Leaving these niggas slept butt ass naked like they was sleepin' with me!
You little bad mouth faggit ass lil' boys!
I was bustin' 7'6'2's - when you was playin' with toys!
("Transformers! ") (HAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHH!) G.I.Joe!
Motherfucka you like playin' games, but see I don't!
I like - giving the order, for distrubtin' the satchel,
Denying alligations, that I was the one that got you;
FUCK 'EM! - Kill 'em all, and let the lord sort em' out,
Duct tape, covered with lines, and board up the house!
Gon nigga run yo' mouth! - And go out of place
Behind ya' momma, brothers, and sisters cause nobody safe!
I paid mine a long time ago - you ain't seen dues
I got a family that'll knock these bitches outta they shoes!
So listen to a professional! - We'a get the best of you
And run a gas truck through the center in ya' postion! [car tires squeal] - Nigga! [car crash]
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
[Royce Da 5'9'':]
Show me some respect! (UHH!)- Or get ya' shit checked! (UHHH!)
You act dry, then prolly gon get ya' shit wet. (HAHAHAHAH!)
I ain't tryna be big; give me a big check! (CHECK!)
Could spit Tecs split up ya' team like DipSet!
[Trick-Trick:]
Ya' See these niggas rollin' deep in the truck
Got the world sayin' detroit niggas skeetchy as fuck!
Take a niggas shit for nothin' - but if you say somethin'
Fully automatic double clips we dumpin'! [automatic gunshots] (DUMPIN'!)
[Royce Da 5'9'':]
Boy we hot! (hot!) - look at the dough we got! (got!)
Broke, no we not; you spoked and you know we shot. (SHOT!)
Slug him with 40 shots, the proof is my porty pot;
My crew startin' shit, like ya' boy 40Glocc!
[Trick-Trick:]
You niggas worry bout me you better worry bout sweets,
Goon Squad, M-I-C - controllin' the streets
Fuck with niggas that take bread for heads! - Coke cain slangers!
Fuck you little sissy ass myspace gang bangers! [Hooooeeeeeeeeee]
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Outro: Royce Da 5'9'']
G'eaaaah!
Goon Squad, crip ass!
Mothafuckin' M-I-C gang-ass, street lord mafia-ass niggas!
Y'all niggas come here, you better call somebody!
Trick!
Wan!

Royce Da 5'9'', Wall Street

[Intro: Royce talking]
You are now rocking to the sounds of my dawg. DJ Green Lantern
Bar Exam 2 nigga. It's a motherfuckin' holiday bitches
[Verse 1: June the Great]
I slang hope to the world like my name was Obama
Shakin' hands with your father while I'm fuckin' yo momma
Drama
But I'm a say I'm in a league of my own
Blowin' my own horn
Horns of my cousin, Chevy in Texas
I had to shout him out he's from the south
Got pussy with me for my brother when he get out
No doubt
It goes one for the money
Two for the show
Three for the M.I.C. now let's go
June's flow is pro
Turn my speakers up louder
Learn my shit
Then recite it up in the shower
No homo
Yeah, peep my promo on behalf of the Bar Exam 2
This is my message from me to you
They'll probably be happy when I'm long gone
But that'll never happen cause I got way too many songs
MC's take note, but don't quote too much
Find your own style and get 'mo in touch
Plus
Pussy make the world go round and mine spinnin' out of control
Where I'm a stop, nobody knows
You don't want me close to ya
Scared I might roast ya
But if I should stop, then who these streets gonna toast to?
Here's the book of life, I just wrote you a new page
Inspired by the beat, by the smell of my purple haze
Hey, Grand River niggas up to no good
June 1st
I bring you all closer to my hood
[Chorus:]
Wall Street
Wall Street
Yeah, yeah
Uh huh
[Verse 2:]
My appetite for destruction
My type to do the bustin'
I eat the beat up like I got an appetite for percussion
Lighten the mood like it's night and there's moonlight
Platoon, high on them shrooms but this ain't no food fight
Witch
I could fly on a broom stick to my rude type
My crew don't be 'bout no excuses, gesundheit
God bless you, sneeze
I'll wet you, sleeves
Your arms ain't like ours yet, our recipe is...
Beef on a platter
Go on and chatter, it don't matter
My cheese, I'm eatin' like I'm obese but only fatter
I only know how to do it the Harriet Tub way
I'm Underground like the Railroad, I'm prepared to get ugly
My narrative thug day, can only compare me to drugs
I take a nigga way from him like Jared from Subway
You, could, never ever be on my level
You don't know what you're in
But you're in/urine guns like I took a pee on my metal
Just me and my shuttle
We fly
We go together like my feet and my petal
We ride
How could I not be greatest?
When I got Muhammad Ali boxin' inside me in Vegas
Haters
I just wanna say this
I know I'm underrated
But I ain't under paid when it comes to makin'
Money
I'm so hot I feel like the son of Satan
I'm so hot I feel like the sun is hatin'
Your bitch
Hhhhuhhhhuhhhh
Breathin' like a hundred H's
I am the reason for your under takin'
There's only one equation
And it equals I am the sum of greatness
Yeah, yeah

Royce Da 5'9'', Vagina

We holla at 'em like
[Verse 1:]
These niggas talkin' bout they walk talk and think bossy
I'm in the Trump Tower shower washin' ink off me
Two ugly bitches in my bed, moochin' drinks off me
My mini bar's empty, but that's just how I'm livin'
I'm in the presidential suite with two freaks, I call 'em my Kennedy Fried Chickens
"Awe yeah... I'm back... bitches"
But this is, kinda like my wilder style
Vicious, say when I'm sippin', I turn into Shallow Hal
I must have been high or somethin'
Cause I could of swore that one of these bitches told me to buy her somethin'
I told her...
"I got a present for you right here" (What?)
"Actually it's not a present. It's my penis"
I'm feelin' plastered
So what they fat women, I feel like I have to bite the Apple like the Mac emblem
One of the bitches like, "Oh I love you so much.
I love Slaughterhouse, I love Joey, Joell, Crooked. All you guys"
Shut up
"I don't like it when you talk." (What?)
"Cause that just means you're not suckin' my cock."
Bitch I'm on everything, I don't know what you just had
I'm 'bout to slip and fall and head butt yo ass like Superbad
One of 'em start somethin' super fast
The other one I gave Arabian Goggles, they flier than alien model
For now
These bitches givin' me brains till I'm out of mines
That's when I had an epiphany like "STOP! "...
Vagina time
[Chorus: samples of 'Show Me Your Genitals 2: E=MC Vagina' by comedian Jon Lajoie]
"Vagina" (What?)
"Vagina" (What?)
"I wanna have sex with your vagina" (Uhh)
"Vagina" (What?)
"Vagina" (What?)
"E=MC Vagina" (C'mon)
We holla at 'em like
[Verse 2:]
I swear these little punks be wildin'
Claimin' they only fuck bad bitches
Chopper stylin', I be swimmin' in trash bitches goin' dumpster divin'
I met a bitch on the street, she said she want a nigga that's deep
I'm deep
I said...
"I'm the Indian Jones of explorin' crotch.
I'm the Shakespeare of enormous cock."
I told her I got an 'oh so flow mean'
Rope-a-dope? Nope, I got a Poconos swing
Little bitch riddle me this (C'mon)
"What's the difference between a girl's mouth and a girl's vagina? (What?)
There is none. I want my penis to inside both of those things."
I know you gazin' at the words I text
I ain't a virgin', your wife ain't the first bird I pecked
She ain't per-fect, she per-plexed
She can't quite think
Your baby girl ain't right like birth defects
My religion is god body gynecology, I work with sex
Feelin' no pain like Percocets
Sellin' syrup and wet in church and sweat
You herb niggas got me twisted like cursive text
Nigga I cling to her
I'll give her hella smoke
I'll sing to her
I'll tell her hella jokes like:
"Why did my penis cross the road? " (What?)
"To get to the other vagina"
[Chorus: samples of 'Show Me Your Genitals 2: E=MC Vagina' by comedian Jon Lajoie]
"Vagina" (What?)
"Vagina" (What?)
"I wanna have sex with your vagina" (Uhh)
"Vagina" (What?)
"Vagina" (What?)
"2 + 2 = Vagina" (C'mon)
We holla at 'em like
"My dick is like an airplane. It gives girls orgasms.
I'm the Wayne Gretzky of sexual stuff.
I'm the, Hulk Hogan of slammin' muff.
Love is for girls and gays. (What?)
If you wanna be with me it goes one of two ways.
Either you have sex with me...
Or you have sex with me.
Girls love my sex.
I'm a good sex man.
Cause my sex is the best.
I'm like Jean Claude Van Damme.

Royce Da 5'9'', U Don't Know Me

[Intro]
Money.. and murder..
This is life, understand me
You don't know me
Nah.. nah.. nah
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Niggaz got the wrong views on this long uz'
I'm nothin to prove, while you bluffin I use, I'm gon' shoot
As far as life, I've been lied to, looked down upon
I had fights, too many to count 'em all, I'll round them off
I been shot at, went back and got the drop on hoods
Never been robbed, knock on wood, I don't buy that
Yo the streets is in you, we make +Scary Movies+
No beefs to be continued, only +Sequel+ is lonely and peaceful
It's funny to see, niggaz wanna be like me
Who like me? Who represent the D like me?
Fuck the scribbles, I get right to the drawin
My head's on straight, I know right where I'm from, and right where I'm goin
Gimme one hit, per summer money come get - take it, it's yours
Who's the king? Mummy un-stitched, the ruler
The one and only, fuck the pesos, now that we work
That's only a tenth of the dollar I'm worth - you don't know me
[Chorus: x2]
You don't know me, you just know what you hear
This is nothin you heard, it's just somethin you know when you hear
Just makin you know when you hear, it's over this year
I could even be phony, you don't know me (naw)
[Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm hot though, disagree? You do not know
about the streets, or the rap, you just macho
I won't stop - every broke nigga got a opinion
for every dollar he don't got; fuck them
Some of these niggaz hatin me in my own city, but fuck them too
I'm only here because of y'all niggaz, so what sent you?
I'm only wishin niggaz'll stop dissin
and pay attention to that little dot on the mitten I live in
I don't compete, I teach
First lesson - I'ma show the competition how to get beat
It's easy, you don't know me (no)
You act raw, but is it really you?
Look, just gimme my money, that's all I ask for, I'm chillin
I got lessons to tell, I rhyme like I'm desperate as hell
He who prevails will always keep records for sale
No matter what the case is
I blew the fuck up, and now I'm back to rub it in the faces of haters
You don't know me
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9"]
You might not like, you gon' respect it
Cause I flows 'til I'm restless, I keep stressin who the best is
You don't know me homie; you'll never hear
a real nigga's name in my mouth, I talk about the phony only
Y'all missin the fact, that figures I'm paid
And I'm still itchin to scratch a wack nigga, now that's dedication
As long as rap's as segregation, I can only speak for myself
And all I can tell you is you don't know me (naw)
[Chorus x2]
[Outro]
Yo.. yeah
My name is Royce 5-9
That's all you know, huh?
Get to know me first

Royce Da 5'9'', Trouble

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Uhh, yeah
Royce 5-9, my nigga Bow Tie
My nigga Cee, Six July
Gangsta, what, gangsta, what, uhh
Gangsta, niggaz is gangsta
Yo, I'm out here all day
From when you hear the sounds of the car skiddin
Then start dickin, gangsta from start to the finish
Whassup - never socialable, nigga we too disposable
If I get close to you it's probably to dispose of you quicker
Go 'head, try somethin - live or die by these numbers
I'd rather live paralyzed than to die runnin, you feel it
Stay out his path, he's chaotic and mad
Pull a K out and blast, and treat every day like his last
I'm just a street nigga rhymin some words
Dabble in the finest of furs, cowboy minus the spurs and saddle
Prefer for battle; most deserved
in highest level in cowboy status is not from herdin cattle
One strange guy, I'm – nuttin like you mayn
Guns all look the same to the un-trained eye
Easy to find, tell me how a gorilla can hide
The realest nigga breathin, ain't no nigga realer alive
[Chorus x2: Royce]
Y'all niggaz in trouble (in trouble)
Y'all niggaz in trouble (in trouble).
Y'all niggaz in trouble (in trouble)
Y'all niggaz in trouble, you don't want this
[Bow Tie]
It's the black Elmer Fudd, fuck a mansion and a yacht
I got a project buildin, weed runnin on the block (c'mon)
A sweet tooth for chronic, shit got me speakin in ebonics
Killer cracker, respect me for my talent
Sniff 'em out like a bloodhound
Like they bag mills out in Vegas on the Greyhound
I never plead guilty, come to court filthy
Lawyer drunk off Henny, parole violators with me
And still I walk cause it's real
Take they ass to trial then they lose a quarter mil', now that's a deal
Filthy rich at his best
Love hell I write, with a 7 on my chest
I come, real street knowledge, boulevard trade school
Paid dues, cause niggaz know I honor the rules
Left no clues, X found, case is closed
While you go against the grain, with a plane of fo's
Take that slang to go, with the rubber handle steel
Spit dum-dums at labels, with a 50-50 deal
Explode to your guts, that part left hollow
Show the world your nuts, I'm the hoodlum role model
To all the competition that'll follow
Just remember damage to the 99th power
No one knows the hour, that the Bow will strike
Took the sword from Hitler, that they stuck in Christ
Now who's nice? .. Now who's nice?
[Chorus]
[Cee]
Yo, you see the press is too hot (uh-huh) when you rush my flows
I got, three for twenty-five, rhymes flip like blows
What you never heard this voice, it's big Cee from the state
(where you from nigga?) Where we pimp hustle hard, bang it out for the weight
Eyes wide, cause me and my niggaz organize crime
You either get it in the streets, or runnin from the jail lines
My game's at command, I show the world my status
It's filthy to the death blastin black automatics
You niggaz talk pain, he will catch these shells
Twenty-three hours on lockdown, one out your cell
I know it sounds sick, when you deal in this form
My city, the home where the killers is born
Close capture, East and West, now that you have to
leave a little room for this Midwest rapture
And there's no endin, to the words I spit
I sacrifice my soul for this filthy rich shit (gangsta shit)
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Y'all niggaz know it's trouble, y'knamsayin?
I got my Detroit niggaz
I got my New York niggaz
I'm a Chi-Town nigga

Royce Da 5'9'', Tony Touch Freestyle

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm runnin up on you, whether you packin or not
Whether I'm packin or not, wit the intent to flatten your knot
Shinin like ten diamonds, I been rhymin
I write shit the pen guides it, spittin harder then ten hydrants
Firin on who tryna take mine, this nigga here
Send you around, let it spin you around on the ground waist high
I'm too authentic, I'll end it soon as you walk in it
Who wanna holla, you get swallowed in a New York minute
And if ya record is Gold, then stay on ya goals
If ya Platinum listenin to me, stay on ya toes
Yo they done it now, I'm over the edge, these niggas wanna stay underground
(Why) that's why the money's over thier heads
In doubt I be rowdy, I'm possibly the hottest since the Rakim odessey
Got niggas saying "How does he do it"
Ayo I gotta be, cause ain't a nigga hotter than me
Go head lie to me, say you know somebody, and I demolish him
Dead up, I got rhymes to make you shut up
Havin you doubtin yourself, as to why you even have your head up
I shit on, ever contender I pick on
Cause whenever it's on, I'm comin wit different levels to flip on
Dope - whether you like it or not
Give off somke in a cypherin spot, cause I'm liquid nitrogen hot
You ain't did nothing I ain't done, if you ever said something dope
I ain't said yet, it's prolly on the tip of my tongue
I've had it wit y'all, tryna bring static and brawl
Either I'ma kill you, or you ain't make me made at all
Phony-fuck cliques could suck dick, you know only Royce 5'9"
Spit only rough shit, when it comes to the Tony Touch shit
It's over consider this laced, I'll probably be the first nigga
To get a hip-hop quotable on a mixtape

Royce Da 5'9'', Thing For Your Girlfriend

[Intro skit plays for first 42 seconds]
[Chorus: K-Young]
I got a thing for your girlfriend
She got a face of a goddess, ooh-wee, you already know
Don't, d-d-don't blame me
Don't, d-d-don't blame me
Excuse me miss, I'm just passin
Hope you don't mind me askin
Are you lookin for some action?
Cause I wouldn't mind waxin that ass
[K-Young:]
And it ain't easy, understanding
That your shorty may love ya
But I'm surely gon' fuck her... tonight
I know that it's risky
But I'm a bit tipsy
And I can do what she wants
She fiend the life of a baller
Shit, she want it all
(I'm a give it to her) All
(Give it to her) All
(Give it to her) All
(All that) I'm a give her my balls
I told ya, I'm a get in them drawers
I just love the way she use her body-ody
To be the spotlight of the party (ohh)
You ain't got what it takes to keep her away from me
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9":]
I got a thing for your girlfriend
She freakier than a muh'fucker, ain't she?
Now I don't love no hoes, but I love yo's
She make that cock blow, swa-la-llows
Everywhere I look and, everywhere I go
Your bitch wanna get with me, I can't tell her no
Confront me about it and see the hammers
You better off ambushin us with the "Cheater" cameras
Your bitch bad with her thick ass
Up and down, suckin me so fast she can get whiplash
Haha, laugh, I'm the original
I send her back to your bird-ass pigeon-toed
Shovel that pussy, dig a bigger hole
I'm lovin that pussy, I call it the centerfold
I'm diggin Keri Hilson
I'm lookin at Mariah Carey pictures; ay Nick! [laughs]
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9":]
I'm all about my paper
Pathetic cash, I'm callin out your better half
Bet it, I'm shootin premium gas, leaded
Bet I could wax that ass without ass bettin
Now let the realness set in (c'mon) really
Bitch I'm illy, hotter than the Denaun milly
You probably happy tonight, but after I strike
You gon' need to fit your bitch with a trackin device
A Hoe-Jack, yo' hoe vulnerable like no strap
You on a (Mountain) rockin a (Broke-back)
Haha, you faggoty actin
While me and your bitch is engagin in tragedy passion
Pass me your ex
I'm tryin to hit Kim Kardashian now, and then Cassie is next
Diddy you wrong, I feel bad for Ryan Leslie
I woulda at least said (WOO!)

Royce Da 5'9'', I Ain't Coming Down

I'm flowing away without leaving the ground ground
They're asking me what's it like up fair
I tell e mi ain't coming down
I try to stay up and I don't wanna touch down down
They're asking me what's it like up fair
I tell em I ain't coming down
No no I ain't coming down, no no I ain't coming down
No no I ain't coming down, I ain't coming down.
I gotta say the shit one time one if you ever know... get one ground
'Cause even when that dot cloud have it above me I went from sun and unsung
And I found my own sunshine
Now let me say the shit one more time
One if you ever know to get me away of your grind
Can you find one hip hop listener around the globe who never...
These cats say he's wet he ain't even from the d so I ain't got that d tap
Then their friends runnin me like my friends all you... 'cause you ain't
Have no...
Make up your mind you winda niggas... school to talk
Bought shoes for shawty's... the kids while you niggas choose to floss
And I wonder now who's the... y'all niggas...

Royce Da 5'9'', The Way I Be Pimpin' (xxplosive Part 2)

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
I might make it look easy, that's just the way I be pimpin
Makin my money, that's just the way I be pimpin
They wouldn't leave me, that's just the way I be pimpin
You might not believe me, that's just the way I be pimpin
[Dr. Dre]
I'm livin a motion picture, me and my niggaz
In sixteen bars we'll make the big screen ours
What is this? Everybody's jiggy now, is the hustle that good
in everybody's city now, or do they act good?
I pimp on the street, I pimp in my sleep
And when I snore it sounds like I'm sayin, "Where's my money?"
I ain't playin, I'm out there like, "Where's my honeys?"
You gotta be a pimp to understand just how I'm layin
Fuck a Lex bubble; I'm rich, and after this
I'ma be rich all over again, except double
See you ain't so hard; if you ain't burnin rubber
in somethin with numbers after the dot, you ain't no star
Me and my whole crew, done either shot a nigga or been shot
And if you check us out, ain't no scars
Hint – steppin to me is suicide
And that basically means that you could die, true superfly
[Chorus]
[Dr. Dre]
My life's in the fast lane, that's when I knew I had game
Class came, I had hoes but didn't know they last name
In school, when you niggaz was tradin clothes
Me and my niggaz was tradin hoes like what they fadin fo'
Carry my books you hoe, I had 'em slavin yo
I get skulled then I played the hoe like, "Way to go"
Patrollin the halls holdin a black mac-11
Under the black leather, platforms, a hat with a feather
I was so naughty, drivin a gold Audi
All we did was throw parties and show up, with Gold Gotti
Handsome, and some, I'm the one you ran from
Cause you could only be the man in the shit that I was banned from
Make this shit seem easy, fiends need me
Make the most conceited chick in this bitch seem sleazy
Pleased at what I'm doin
And to all y'all pimp niggaz, pimp on, and I'll see y'all at the reunion

Royce Da 5'9'', The Warriors

[Intro: unknown woman]
Check the scene, pappas
Slaughterhouse, still standin
There was a murder last night
And the shit didn't really sit right with me
So I had to tell a story
Ohhhhhhhhh baby!
Blood on the walls, [? ]
[Joe Budden:]
America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip-Hop's only shining star in the night's air
Right here, don't fight fair, what I write yeah
Might there, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair
I been where you tryin to be, I'm already hot
All about cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rock
They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock
Kicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock
I'm goin for the kill, focused on a steady plot
John Wilkes the Booth like when he dead aimed his nezzie shot
You listenin to hip-hop's finest
You rewind this, Slaughterhouse behind this
[Joell Ortiz:]
I like rap, this shit is cool, I'm better than mad niggaz
But I'm just as good a crack pitcher as a pad ripper
I say that to say this
Don't let mad liquor turn me to a bodybag zipper and not a ad-libber
Couple joints ago I was right on that ave with'cha
Mad bigger than the cats David Tyree had last winter
I'm not a made-up character
That's a Puerto Rican Brooklynite with two kids y'all see in them mag pictures
And however I gotta feed 'em I will
All they ever gon' need in life is just, me and my will
Interfere with that it's gon' be more than a beat that I kill
Disrespect with an indirect and you will see if I'm real
[Crooked I:]
Fuck you blood-suckin parasites
I'm bringin the terror right in front of your parents' sight
You parents' eyes, and yeah I wear a pair of pipes
I wear 'em like Sega like on a pair of thighs
I'm Eric Wright, I'm +Ruthless+, I terrorize
You'll either perish or be paralyzed; I'm a thousand degrees Fahrenheit
I'm even keepin them heaters when we perform
On stage rockin like we from Korn, the people roar
What they don't know it's a secret war
Inside of a rider I'm seekin revenge on the world for bein born!
And the desert eagle is "mi amor"
She'll fuck you to death, blow your brains, either or cause she a whore
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Allow me to reassure your stripe's worthless
Like a pair of Diadora's when it leaves the Adidas store
Don't be comparin us to rappers
Compare us to the Arabs, this a terrorist attack, uh - BOOM!
Lord have mercy, we here to destroy EVERY-thing
You niggaz is butter in front a FUCKIN machete swing
Motherfucker I'm fly, I ain't no scary goon
Try me and I guarantee you I'm a see you very soon
Leave a nigga ass out like Prince, take his bitch
Put my +Graffiti Bridge+ right +Under Her Cherry Moon+ (woo!)
We notorious, pushin them Porsches
Y'all niggaz the orphans; US, we the warriors
[Interlude: unknown woman]
Ohhhhh, wait a minute papis
Royce, slow down baby
[Joe Budden:]
This rap shit is a workout on my legs (why?)
A nigga goin hard on his bike but two million dudes is jumpin on the pegs
They know when that raw shit get recorded
Either let your speakers enforce it or lay down in a moshpit
Of course it's the bosses, actin like officers
Runnin in these corporate offices
Hungry lookin for a four-course dish no matter what the cost is
Like the world's lawless so we don't know what remorse is
Cause the V need like a thousand horses
Slaughterhouse hoodie on, that's my new couture shit
It's Jumpoff! He be the best
Computers rank me number 1, blame the BCS
It's they fault nigga
[Joell Ortiz:]
Ask about your boy, I'm nice with my hands
Maybe that's why, every last thing I write is a jam
Minus the fans, the flights to Japan, I am the man
Anyone who feel they could see me is in dire need of a eye exam
My mind expands wider than the fanbase of a fire band
And what I release from my diaphragm
Sticks to you, like the wrists of Spiderman
Fool a average listeners what you liars can do but you will die a scam
When I die they will retire my entire hand
For years of scripted whoop-ass, makin intruders try a can
I guess the moral of the story is Joell's victorious
And e'rything's all gravy like Notorious
[Crooked I:]
I left a nigga dead cause he said he was ready for I
Let the Beretta give him wings since he said he was fly
I'm in my Chevy ridin to "Bar Exam" and "Mood Muzik"
They the closest to "Reasonable Doubt" and "Ready to Die"
Crooked I, watch for snitches and wire devices
My fo'-fifth, fire in crisis, lift you higher than prices
All my ice, and on the mic, I am the nicest
Me and my bitch ride for life like Osirus and Isis
Yeah, word to Run-D.M.C. I'm +Tougher Than Leather-face+
Never threw a gun in the trash but they call me Weapon Waist
It's like you movin from the projects to the Hamptons
The way my hammers be sendin bastards to a better place
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Let me set it straight, they fans been led astray
Niggaz keep gassin with guns with unleaded spray
They don't know they one flow, one medic away
From bein taken away from here in the leaded state
I handle all of my serious issues with metal
I stick you so deep in the earth your zipper can tickle the devil
I'm skippin the pick and the shovel
I'm pickin you up and I'm shovin your head in the mud until your kickings is level
Pardon I live for the moment, you rhymin I give the atonement
Like the Indians, I scalp and I wig the opponent (yeah)
But I'm a chief, matter fact I'm a BEAST
I'm a motherfuckin Slaughterhouse G

Royce Da 5'9'', The Throne Is Mine

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I can't cater to y'all cause I'm greater than y'all
Baby, I'm like an alien invadin to y'all
Crews, I done proved to all of you's I'm thorough now
(What?) I used to want an island (what?) I want the world now
Dre runnin for king, street politician
Beats one of the things I peeped y'all to listen
Peep how I did it, I took the rap game
Fans came and I established the campaign
Damn shame how all you haters can mud sling
Debatin with the press on the slate that I rubbed clean
Most of y'all wanna be loc, that bugs me
Claimin you thugged out and don't know what a thug means
I'ma shine so long as the sun should burn (what?)
I was meant for the throne from the sperm to the urn (what?)
I don't care what y'all gotta say behind us
Just remember me, Dr. Dre your highness – sing
[Chorus x2: Royce Da 5'9"]
It's my kingdom, the throne is mine
I'm back to reclaim what I own this time
Let it be known, engrave it in stone this time
I'm here to rule alone this time – what?
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yo, emperor dressed in a robe, iced down
Emeralds and rubies up in the ice crown
It's like a dream full of upcomin events
My wife is a queen, my son is a prince
Tryna breathe life in the heart of this dead market
Walkin on top of y'all, on top of the red carpet
Paid dues, give the world somethin to bump
Make rules with my shoes curled up in the front
Any bad feelings for me toward you sounds fatal
Discussin your death with knights of the Round Table
Passed y'all kids, did what y'all did
Switch the mast into a castle and drawbridge
A servant for any purpose, Scottish ones
If she see me dressin myself, she probably run
All you hoes callin want us to rap more
Act-ors can fall under the trapdoor
I don't care what y'all gotta say behind us
Just remember me, Dr. Dre your highness - sing
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Y'all niggaz wanna see me fail, don't y'all?
Naw it's aight, tell the truth - y'all wanna see me fail, don't y'all?
I keep heat, yo that's just me bein me
And why you wanna see me and peeps, it beats me
I thought I represented better than ever before
It must be cause I used the tec instead of the sword
I'm the type of cat that'll slice a cat
but, you can only do so much in the knife attack
I'm badder than savages and the rest of the vultures
Mad rappers is like court jesters and jokers
I'm the king now and while the rest of you's loc'n
at "The Chronic" tour with tapes beggin to open
remember this – all you niggaz in jeans and hoodies
either run with me and the team or runnin to me
I don't care what y'all gotta say behind us
Just remember me, Dr. Dre your highness - sing
[Chorus]
[Outro]
It's my kingdom, the throne is mine
Back to reclaim what I own this time
Y'all know – I'ma engrave it in stone this time
I'm here to rule alone this time – what?
It's my kingdom, the throne is mine
Back to reclaim what I own this time
I told y'all – I'ma engrave it in stone this time
I'm here to rule alone this time – what, what, what?
Doc Dre, 5'9", run it in 9-9
Y'all thought it was over wit?
Back again, yo
We got y'all surrounded, "The Chronic 2000"

Royce Da 5'9'', Taxi Driver

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm the taxi driver
Ridin around with me and my thoughts
In the back seat behind me speakin
To me while I'm drivin, I'm hearin them talk
To me sayin where they wanna go
Soon as they get in, they close the do'
And then I cruise to wherever we ridin
Wherever you can imagine from coast to coast
[Royce Da 5'9":]
I got a foot on the gas, I got my eye on the road
With an open mind as I roll, hopin to spy on my soul
I lose control, pull up to a liquor sto' then get blowed
Ridin down skid row, feelin kind of miserable
I been the same since my enemies came
You played a game, you get a foul, the penalty's pain
Though I got a pen full of poison, the venom is fame
The light changes, I take a right on Memory Lane
And see, a couple niggaz on the corner chillin
Lookin more and more familiar closer to 'em I get
I pull up, hit the locks, they open the door
And hop in and say they names is Hip and Hop
So I grin, pretend I don't know 'em for shit
I ask, "Ay homie, why they call you Hip? "
He says - [imitating 2Pac] "I'm hip-notic, hip-ocritical
I could say "Dear Mama" and wonder why they call you bitch
I seen drama, I step to the odds lookin at death in the eyes
They probably MURDER ME, check my disguise
You see it's money over bitches, bitches bring lies
Money bring trouble and trouble wanna FOLLOW ME!
Drop me on the corner of Flamingo and Koval
And remember "All Eyez" on you"
Then I come to a stop
He exits the car, so I leave and I hear SHOTS
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9":]
I'm the taxi driver
Ridin with one passenger left
About to catch a left after I catch my breath
Peelin past them times where niggaz blast them nines
Paranoid, done already lost half my mind - I'm high!
Thinkin like what if the feds try to out me?
I pull up to a stop on a red light at South Street
I catch a parade goin by, full of rappers and snappers
A Cadillac float full of trapsters
Carryin a sign sayin "It's Our Time"
I wave sayin I would never diss y'all grind
So I'm waitin at the stoplight, South Street is jumpin
I look back at Hop like, people call you Hop, right? (Yes!)
After that, he's like - [imitating Notorious B.I.G.] "It's a green light
You can weave right through, if you got keen sight
Then make you a right then, head for the valley
I'm "Going Going to Cali Cali", uhh
Trust me, "Mo Money Mo Problems"
Especially when you built for the stars
You rather be, drivin yo' taxi than killed for the car
So drop me on the corner of Wilshire Boulevard"
I take him to the place he requested
I tell him thanks for the message, the cab shakes when he exits
I pull off "Hypnotized" then hear SHOTS
And then my engine DIE soon as they kill Hop
[Interlude: Royce]
What's on your mind?
Who's in your back seat?
Do you go off your own thoughts?
Are you even drivin your own car?
I know what you thinkin, "This nigga sayin Hip-Hop is dead"
Don't take song like I'm sayin we lost Hip-Hop
Take it like I lost my mind
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9":]

Royce Da 5'9'', Take His Life

What...what...yo...
(Take his life) all these niggaz wana do is talk
(Nigga take his life) fuck around and run into some real niggaz
(Take his life) don't these niggaz know it's not a game
(Nigga take his life) don't make me put this bullet in your frame
(Take his life) all these niggaz wana do is talk
(Nigga take his life) fuck around and run into some real niggaz
(Take his life) don't these niggaz know it's not a game
(Nigga take his life) don't make me put this bullet in your frame
We detroit niggaz
The illest breed of niggaz to breathe
Detroit niggaz Kill on the street
Kill an mc
Kill on the beat
Kill on the creep
Kill in my sleep
Kill with my peeps
Kill a nigga
Ha! kill with my heat
Got them not moving their lips like ventriloquists
Issue the hit empty the clip until his ten becomes six
Trampoline you off your feet in the form of flips
Fill him with lead got him writing his name with his dick
I got niggaz like it's a walk to school worth my goods
I got niggaz pumping for blood in the heart of your hood
The fact remains you're better off praising our name
Beef with us that'd cost about your life in change
Fuck that all y'all strange niggaz to me
Fuck that my niggaz'll hang niggaz for me
You living or dying? nigga you know I'm gripping the iron
For the drama your man is a bitch and I'm itching to try him
I promise to live on the side of the tracks
Where witnesses is frequently trading shoes for ? tags
We want war so we coming to get it in blood
And we ain't leaving without something to put in the mud
Pleading for your life with more one-liners than rhyme fights
Backfire on niggaz who don't handle their mind right
Shine bright and we straight thug niggaz with problems
Just making it known long as we got them then y'all got them
Got it listen that's your brain talking to you
You did what i said you'd do look what I led you to
I'm above your hood so i can dead you too
You living in the belly of the beast that I fed you to
I know it's cold go to the light they calling for you
Be a man set an example what a baller would do
Him and all his crew can fall in to
The wrath of the 17 shot exposure I told you!
Size you up six feet couple inches
Sneak attack a cat who naps with slow senses
Red dot gun cocked picture me missing
Aim precise steady hand and start spitting
I'm hard hitting and ready to disregard living
I call life hell I call bars prison
You all off rhythm trying to ball wit' him
Worse off, trying to brawl wit' him all fall victim
Slow down guy before your brakes fall off
And you crash into something that ain't that soft
You ain't that raw gun in your face what's up now?
Pleading to make it right you need to say goodnight
? wise guy

Royce Da 5'9'', Today

Na na na.
Hoooooooooooh-oooooooooh-ooooooooh, no no no
Yeah.. uhh, uhh
I done been in this game for years, it made me an animal
I learned that nobody else can be held accountable
but you for your career, not your manager, face it
Even he can fuck up a relationship
I learned it don't matter who's spittin better
While these rappers kill each other, them Jews they stick together
like glue; and generate more money than FUBU
For somethin made 'for you by you'
Every hip-hop nigga listen and wishin he had your style
to go against you if you rip him and pass him by (yeah)
A mastermind is somebody who's actually kind
to everybody, and try to see every autograph is signed
The humblest way to look at your career
is every nigga in here is one hit away
Yeah, whatever goes around in rap
happens to not come back to me, and I ask you
(If I was to die today
Wouuuuuld you pick me up because I'm down and out, na na na)
"T" - represents the 'time' when my hope, fades
"O" - is just a sign 'on' my mind on my broke, days
(Hoooooooooooh-oooooooooh-ooooooooh)
"D" - is for the 'dangerous' way that the flow, stray
"A" - represents the, 'answer' to the question I'm askin (no no no)
"Y" is it today I should (DIE!)
Damn, right after one quick summer
Am I Young MC or a one-hit wonder?
Is it a following that supports me
BET, MTV, or "E! True Hollywood Story"?
Can I hold my own
and rap without havin to go back to Pharrell or Poke & Tone?
Can a married man still appeal to broads
knowin everything he's spittin from here on in gon' be raw?
Can a nigga simply spit that real shit
just for niggaz that feel me, or will the system kill me? (uhh)
If I drop this album and it sells
and the next one don't top it, will it be considered a failure?
If I had to drop outta the limelight for a while
Would you still mob me? Hell naw!
You would not give a fuck about me
If I worked a regular job, I don't even gotta ask y'all
We just wanna see you survive
Anytime you wanna talk, maybe either one of y'all
Wanna give a holla this way (yeah)
Every lady involved, is rootin for the underdog
You don't let him die today, no!
Oh no - we ain't tryin to see
You go - I want you here beside me
I don't want it to change - don't DIE!
Now as far as my weaknesses
I have a hard time competin the chart and on SoundScan
The media base, I respect Dre for teachin me that
Money is easy to make, but hard to keep
As far as my nigga 'Los, I love him
He showed me you can do a dope album with no budget
Yeah, with lethal rhymes - they get that
he brought you into the game, he can take you out outta people's minds
Yeah (DIE!) Those who feel my career will die
Those who choose to leave me behind
Are confused cause they don't hear me cry; rather ya ears
is ready or not, I know you can hear me now like Mary J. Blige
I will take the shit
I will burn yo' bridges and I ain't talkin 'bout our relationship
What goes around comes around with every person
Rather it's life or rap whatever, "Death Is Certain"
Hoooooooooooh-oooooooooh-ooooooooh

Royce Da 5'9'', Switch

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah.. nigga pick up yo', hands and pretend
just like if it's a, show - the lyrical cut throat
He can and we will show, you BRRTTT, stick up yo'
man with his pis-tol, hand over his (HO!)
Lo and behold, plenty soldiers is rollin
The road that they own is the one where they go
When they gets me the pinnacle of the nigga
hold-in the pencil, any flow, nigga pick one (HO!)
I treat my rhyme like heat my mind
Might be like keen-eye sight
I treat y'all like "Three Blind Mice"
You can't hit what you can't see, the M.I.C. (HO!)
This is the shit that you wish you could spit
when you sit and you listen to the clique that is swift with the written
The poetry depicted officially blowin you little niggaz away
Bout to switch up the flow, soon as you hear me say (HO!)
[Chorus: Royce]
Make, that flow; switch, that flow
Get, different when you hear me say (HO!)
Make, It Count; step, yo' game up
When you hear me say (HO!)
Make, that flow; switch, that flow
Get, different when you hear me say (HO!)
.. get wild (whyllllle out!) Whyle out (HO!)
[Cutty Mack]
Long as I'm breathin I'm street bitch
Cut Throat ain't changin but the flow might switch
... A whole Army with shit
That'll hit you in under five minutes, barkin bitch
Starvin pitt, to the point of do or die
Whether CRACK-in around or the MAC by my side (HO!)
... Money to burn, hustle to earn
Bullets return, shots from the curb, dodgin a drought
Makin It Count, slang in the South, bang out a house
Coke by the ounce, weighin it out, that's what I'm 'bout nigga (HO!)
... The call done, hit me
The law come, quickly; nerves in a, frenzy
Flush the work, quickly; room drawers, empty
Two heaters, with me; three flow; sickly (HO!)
[Chorus]
[Rell]
Let it touch your brain, what I brung was flame
Plus my whole gang doin the same thang
Take it and keep movin, homies is straight cruisin
Quick with the waist movement, go get your eight losers
How you take amusement, never fake I shoot it
A.K. or Ruger, we heavy with them uzi's (HO!)
Face the facts, y'all spittin basement raps
I'm on wax with some dangerous cats with a guage attached
The rifle the brace attached to the bat
I pull it back and squeeze until it claps (HO!)
Amazin vision, I gaze at the days I'm livin
the fast life with a rave of women
Today is givin, I wake without a stay in prison
And I hang with gangsta niggaz - muh'fucker! (HO!)
[Chorus]
[June]
Always on deck, what you expect
Mic is a way of life, he leadin the set
Now, June's up in this muh'fucker
And I want all y'all to know (all y'all)
You can go any time, so why waste time?
As I get right to my flow, y'all don't hear me though (HO!)
Why play yourself? (why?) Why risk your health? (why?)
Why waste my time? (why?) Learn how to rhyme (uhh)
Get you some game (uhh) get you a name
Gotta not be lame, y'all sound the same, yeah (HO!)
They back's against the wall now (now)
I'm came with some bangers who came for the get-down
My style, can't take what you can spread 'round
I'm multiple figures in riches, so what now? (nigga)
(HO!)

Royce Da 5'9'', Success Freestyle

[Intro:]
I got these niggas Keno. Bar Exam 2 baby.
Let that bitch breathe.
(Armz)
[Verse 1:]
I used to give a fuck
Now I could give a fuck less
What do I think of success? It sucks
To much sex
My life is a fuck fest
And I ain't blew up yet
Let that bitch breathe!
I used to give a shit
Now I could give a shit mo'
Cause I could pull a bitch mo'
Spit Cris, get a clique Christmas, trick doe
Went from livin' piss po' to livin' like I'm Rich Po
The clip explodes
Extended clip looks like it floats
It sparks, get smart before it smokes
Get close and get you a slit throat
A long kiss
You get you a mistletoe
On it's toe tag
Touch you fags quick as Chris Stokes
Pause
I'm bout doe to my outro
So your ass gonna bounce that check your mouth wrote
Ha, like you need Beef
I do you like I do these beats
Then instigate it like I'm QDIII
I've been the greatest, I'm just seein' what's good
I put you in a fucked up spot
Like front seat in the beamer with Suge
"I wish a nigga would"
Let that bitch breathe
[Verse 2:]
Now peep this
It's like I need three chicks
One Cup to freak this
Reach this level of speakin'
Or eat shit
Shit
I'll shit on y'all niggas
Veezy tell 'em
"Man, y'all ain't got shit on my nigga" (Whow!)
I need a whole new world to fit my big shoes in
And you can have an accident while I'm out with my bitch cruisin'
Slip and bump your head on the bullet
Your clique's losin'
I'll give you "99 Problems" but I ain't Rick Rubin
It's Nickel you bluffin'
You in a pickle, kickin' the bucket
I'm pullin' strings like I'm liftin' a puppet
Ass buster
And I Remain Raw, you can ask Busta
Ask Ras, "Is 5'9" a bad mother
Fucker? "
As far as beef, put it all to sleep
Til I'm at peace like I'm the soul of Chad Butler
R.I.P.
Nigga, your fans love ya
As far as I am concerned, you was the last of ya
Back to my guns
Get clapped by my guns
You act like you want it until they ringin' as loud as a bad muffler
You celebrity raps niggas is mishaps
You wack
I'd rather hear Hugh Heff's bitch rap
Or Shar
I know what you thinkin'
"He's dissin' Bizarre."
You over thinkin' it bitch, get in the car
That's my nigga
We'll run a trizzy on you then play you to the left
Like when Jimmy Hendrix flipped the guitar
Owww
Ride with me, who live as me?
What nigga you know will look him right in his eyes and squeeze?
Obie

Royce Da 5'9'', Street Hop

[Woman talking:]
Nickel.
The M.I.C. bitch
(Statik)
You show off
Verse one
[Verse 1:]
I've been a monster bitch
My shit been bonkers
The flow been conquered
Hoes I been pompous (Smash Squad)
I've been conceited but I don't 5-0
I haven't been shot up either and I ain't from Chicago
When I enter the center stage the show's over
Minutes later the floor is frozen, a Rolls, rolls up
I'm demonstratin' a coke flow but I'm so sober
The original "Renegade" before Hova
They like, "Damn, why ain't Dre ever get him?
He seem like so much anger and pain represent him."
Eminem himself will tell you I'm the only nigga livin'
That done ever spanked him on the same record with him
Your man's gettin' jealous
Cause what I'm spittin' is sicker than his single
He got to think of a dance just to sell it
This is street hop to the fullest
To them real niggas out there on the corner beat boxin' with bullets
Niggas that be trigger packin'
Pop lockin' with glocks
Could aim well enough to shoot the zippers off your Thriller jacket
Me, I'm the illest rapper
Since every rapper killin'
From here on out, you can call me Shottie The Killer Capper
These record labels just manufacture shit
Like the pimp game homie, I'm here to snatch yo bitch
Got a fist game on me that ain't an afro pick
Try that ying yang on me, I'll handy cap you quick
[Woman speaking:]
Verse two
[Verse 2:]
Usually I play the two or three I been ballin'
Bitch, losin' me is like the Piston's losin' Ben Wallace
I'm to Detroit like what Souljah Slim is to Chopper City
So losin' me is like musically losin' Pac or Biggie
I'll be your ass, leave you with your mouth piece wired
Losin' pounds in the hospital, be quiet
Til you finally come up out that coma, boney
Lookin' like somebody put you on the South Beach Diet
If you hearin' me spit it, it's soundin' like the king died
Trippin' when I kick it, it's soundin' like my strings tied
I put the clip in and pull it
And woof
Woof
Listen, the pistol is soundin' like Hakeem's bride
And you don't wanna beef nigga cause my arm's be
All through Cali and Miami like a palm tree
My crew be
In New York or New Jerz usually
With tools to recognize you as who is you?
Excuse me
You don't wanna fool with the etiquette or the Uzi
I'll put you in the credits that's at the end of the movie
I pity your mother
She never seen you in a magazine
For the obituary I give you the cover
(Smash squad)
So when I'm rhymin' with ya
I'm Ving Rhames of the pimp game
I play the same role as Tiny Lister
Again and again
The Debo of the type cast
When I TiVo the mag they be showin' the white flag
So sit at the table and get it like it's digital cable
I torture you into talkin' to me till it get's fatal
Fuck with you till I put you out of your misery
With a silence or I'm a just muffle it up with a potato
[Scratch Outro:]
[Nas 'Made You Look':] "This is street hop"
DJ Premier on the cut

Royce Da 5'9'', State Your Name

(D-Elite.. state your naaaame, gangsta!)
[Tre' Little]
C'mon, Tre' Little don status, hold my dick
Say ya label push the date back, now that's what you get
I came in this game like it's more than rap (c'mon)
Dog, I'm tryin to destroy the salary cap
The Source is happy we came six covers, it's covered
That'll last about May, June, well into the summer
Why talk about different colors for various Coupes
Shit green, fart blue, ooh clever you
Help me ma, I'll take a shot at any one of y'alls
Got mami droppin drawers before the first phone call
We some gangstas, study the "Ten Crack Commandments"
Stay +Big+, and worship "Hail Mary", that's how we live
Lay low good guys, catch you with a hook I
know why you lie, ya crew ain't quite like mine
Spit it like ooh my, these labels like ooh my
(State your naaaame, gangsta!)
[Cha Cha]
It's the C-H-A, say it with me niggaz
Cha Cha Cha, y'all Cha Cha Cha
You cannot lie or deny these niggaz ain't rah-rah
Put the barrel on the bridge of your nose and turn you cock-eyed
Steppin to us not wise, told you how to get live
Go in depth best with the finger next to the index
Such threats expect five guys, five tecs
Make they gats all sing in unison like a quintet
They don't say whodi, son, dunn, or young'n
You can owe 'em and say hi and they greet you like "Hey guy"
Whattup though Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut Throat
My brethrens all veterans all throwin up sevens
When we rock hits to the sky throw 'em up to the heavens
Us and crews clash no more, we built the Rapport
Me and Royce here to restore what we were buildin before
So add a million sold or more is when I get at you whores, uh-huh
(State your naaaame, gangsta!)
[Cut Throat]
Cut Throat, the livin threat street shit the blueprint
The guideline rappers sideline until they buy mine
Them little guns y'all blow, I stay on the low (uhh)
Rap like this and work the scale like so (uhh)
Take it to the gutter, we could duke or shoot it out
Switchblades pump gauge, whatever you about
Burn you to ya hood, we could bang for the work
For the buildings or the blocks do the thang to the dirt
I'm a FUCK-in fool, crews DUCK and move
Stay in a FUCKED up mood, one FUCKED up dude
When it's hot I, breathe in the heat, don't even sleep
I, be knee-deep in the beats that made me
a certified gangsta specialize in duct tape
Let you know how many fo'-five slugs your gut take
Show your favorite thug how to be a thug, top that nigga
Turn your favorite drug into another drug, cop that nigga
(State your naaaame, gangsta!)
[Jah 5'9"]
Jah da 5'9" speak and shake rhyme great, history's made
The street gangsta city flow race against time
Never sign for cash, my hustle's the shit {*whoosh*}
You feel the breeze push past, you get a grip
Millennium game, earth tone keep it in range
Close to the grave I rock, fake niggaz shouldn't doubt us
Surrounded by crooks, full clips and fine weed
Choice clothes, on my Bossi, and fine hoes
Long nights, bust those in small cris'
Niggaz playin themselves for thinkin we rhyme alike
How would you fight me, I'm like ten families strong
Manipulation by song, relate to it niggaz
Henny on the rocks toast to the real, in God we trust
Calm gladiator, song navigator
Them whole blocks got a story to tell
All of a sudden seasons change, you're welcome
(State your naaaame, gangsta!)
[Billy Nix]
Billy Nix, black man is here, listen close
Spittin, just to niggaz, X address the niggaz
Most niggaz don't see right, see light like it's darkness
No guns in sight, no might for the heartless
We run ya mics, you write like you're retarded
No offense but your flow's slow and dense
I know my niggaz hearin the D, ya smellin this
You spoke that which you wrote while broke yellin rich
Didn't know, you shoulda spoke while broke sayin poor
Then Biggie up, "Kick in the Door," play it some more
This is the evolution of emceein, who dissin us?
Gettin Rah, stick up nigga, hand me ya listeners
Get a job we here, D-Elite, touch it
Matter fact, niggaz is wack, Wall Street fuck it
X government agent remember yo' name, remember yo' game
You niggaz won't be spittin the same, motherfucker
(State your naaaame, gangsta!)

Royce Da 5'9'', Stand Up

[Intro: Cha Cha]
I, Cha, stand up before y'all
One hand in the sky, other hand over my heart
Vouchin to be the last woman of my breed
Right alongside some niggaz who seem to feel the same way
After all, one who stands for nothin falls for anything
So um, Tre Little why don't you stand up first?
Tell 'em your story
[Verse One: Tre Little]
Yeah, I made my own bed, yeah that's what the judge said
Called me a young punk like he hold grudges
Held up the same knife that I lunge with
The one his lungs hit, I left him breathless
Haha.. "Death is Certain"
But for you to gimme that sentence the system's not workin
Your Honor, understand my pain
It's like I got nothin to lose, and shit to gain
Please, hear me out
Dude doused gasoline my house to get me out
And all I could think about is how we was raised
And - he like the gauge, and - I prefer the nine man
Crime partners, robbin sprees
Ten years plus Your Honor, just him and me
And really - to make a long story short
This nigga tried to eat from my fork
Can't have that
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
(Stand up) Put your hand on your chest
The other hand in the air, and say that you solemnly swear
When you (stand up) basically
Reach out to the hatin streets, tell 'em to take a seat
After you (stand up) put your hand on your chest
The other hand in the air, and say that you solemnly swear
When you (stand up) they listen now
to a man who's standin demandin respect cause they sittin down
[Verse Two: Cutty Mack]
I was born in this world the most, innocent child
With no worries, expectations, look how I smile
Everybody proud, my household loud
Look what he can do now, gangstas is all around
Couldn't fathom bein touched, by the life they led
Would've rather been in church and touched by Christ instead
I done seen everything from teens turn crack mothers
Robberies led by teens are undercover
And the law, is the same way my homeboy's do
Took the work behind the kitchen sink, hustle was smooth
And the risk never mattered, cause there's strength in fear
Not thinkin beyond the next day I'm gettin this here
And the world don't give a fuck, that's my thinkin
Cause the world don't give a fuck, heavily drinkin
Hit the, block at night when the bars let out
Raw heads'll still hit me 'til they veins dead out
I'm trapped
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Billy Nix]
I saw four corners, crackheads on two of 'em
Whores on opposite sides; I was 'bout nine or ten
Wonderin why my sisters was lookin like they was homeless (damn)
Cars'll roll up, and they hop in them for a moment
Wasn't later I realized they need a supply
To get it, would take a few minutes, they blow him in his ride
It seems the scenes I've seen with fiends in abundance was
part on some scheme to intervene in the number of
people who make it up out of this life, conspiracy theory
Nah, not quite; but government gotta know somethin
Tell a child we were once unified, he might doubt it
Went from, yellin "Black power" to sniffin white powder
Could it be we wasn't brought here to be free, just subserviant
to those in authority, slowly I'm learnin this
Evolution of the mind defines us as men
My resolution, it's time for revolution to begin
[Chorus]
[Outro: Cha Cha]
Feel me? Nobody respects you for sittin down
Respect is to be earned, it's yours for the takin
Closed mouths don't get fed
Gotta get the wet behind your back
Attack the storm, when it rains it pours
Stand up

Royce Da 5'9'', Spit Game (freestyle)

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Fuck you.. yeah
Strictly rough copy (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yo, yo yo yo yo
Fo'sho' nigga, I'm in this game and it's all good
I've changed, I've not been the same, I came from a small hood
I knew the first time I got sleepy on the job
I was greedy, wait 'til you see me, I'm easy on the eyes
My father told me, "Stay where the feelin is at"
From hell and back, I'm feelin that, that's why I rep 7 Mile
No, I don't live there nor was I raised there
It's where my niggaz is at, where my niggaz is at
Each word fall down from the heavens, I will reign
Keep a weapon and an alias pet to my real name
Probably gotta get shot to sense that I feel pain
When it's beef I transform into 'Pac, like Lil' Zane
I'm street valuable cause of the lead in the holster
('Nuff said!) When I post up, head on a poster
In the kitchen with, bread in a toaster
Do you like EPMD did to the heads when they broke up
Funk Flex - droppin bombs 'til he damage his thumbs
Have Clue goin ("HOOOOOO!") 'til he damage his lungs ("WEEEEE!")
Each face you see on them bills is my brothers
'cept George, love you but, we don't see each other much
I'm a dog, if I don't know you I don't FUCK witchu
If I love you then I'm STUCK witchu - your blood is mines
Got Feds everywhere like, these are the guys
If, he's greater than me then he's not alive
When it's war B-U-double-L-E-T's gotta fly
If, he's not smellin me, he's gotta die (yeah)
Both pockets pokin like a Jew
Nasty and hot when I'm open like a brew
Words spoken like a true
You niggaz better show me a peace sign or somethin
I'll murder-murder-murder-murder you like Esham or somethin
A fine line between a fake and a real thing
'Bout to separate the niggaz who hate from the real game.. [echoes]
I spit GAME nigga
Yeah yeah yeah.. yo, yo
FUCK THAT! Niggaz don't spit it like this no more
Niggaz heard "Boom" don't wanna buy SHIT no more
Now, call your label up, tell 'em don't SHIP no more
Even Cali niggaz is sayin, "The shit's so hard!"
Every nigga roll I fuck WITH want war
Knock you out, you won't even know you HIT no floor (uhh)
I spit game cause I'm always WITH game nigga
Rank high from the chain to the nickname, nigga..

Royce Da 5'9'', Spit Game

[Pretty Ugly]
Yeah, uh-huh
Pretty Ugly, Royce Da 5'9
1, 1-2
We spit game nigga...
We spit game nigga...I'm here now..
[Pretty Ugly]
Now take a look at me, how it fell [feel] to see me balling?
(P.U.!!) Yeah, y'all heard what the callin'
Pretty Ugly, that Philly cat wit the chipped tooth
That wear low shirts, Guess jeans, and Tim boots
I only drink 1-51 Rum Passion
No Cris, I'm a thug, I don't like flashin'
I can get a bad bitch wit something a lil' cheaper
and my whole body smelling like reefer
'Dro or Babbage? I don't care, I got a bad habit
Try to fight it? I ain't even took a jab at it
Why quit? I love to talk shit
I love them dick licks, when I'm taking a big hit
I spit game all night, my mind ain't been right
Y'all dudes ain't that tight, I put it in black and white
I'm sick of rappers tryin' ta sign me, stop makin' offers
I ain't here to see y'all, I come to talk to your bosses
[Hook]
Ma-MI, don't you hear my name?
I'm tryin' ta get you to try ME, so you can play my game
BOOM BOOM... La La La La La Laaa La La La La La La
BOOM BOOM... La La La La La Laaa La La La La La La
BOOM BOOM... La La La La La Laaa La La La La La La
BOOM BOOM... La La La, Laaaa La La La La
[Royce Da 5'9"]
I said, he wanted a piece of me, I won't break, nigga
Here is a piece of my heat that I won't take
He's been, sold a dreamer
Had the privilege, ta hold the nina
You've been exposed ta peanuts
Grown niggaz speak wit their hands, they know how to bring it
Down to fold they fingers, slingin' as Ol' as English
My gold feet, smokin' it rolled, that's how it be
When a hoe scope, smokin' the coal, she eye me
She probably sip on a nutta, it's probably
Why these chickadees love us, we still slip on the rubbers
Why is it that bitches would be sensitive lovers
(We keep you bitches fly) We keep a bitch on the cover
Niggaz heard it's our label so snap out
Niggaz try to cover the card table, they crap out
In Japan like I'm the man you lucky to know
Cause I be fuckin' these hoes like, yo touchi yo toes
[Hook]
[Pretty Ugly]
I spit game, it's real shit no riddles
Girls at the bar, meet me in the middle
Back that ass up, shake it jus a little
Come on, show me something, make yo titties jiggle
You gotta love the way I spit it cause my game is tight
Its Pretty Ugly, I'm the same boy yo friend like
Aint nuffin changed, I'm the shit baby, it's my time
Spit game, the boy papes, Royce Da 5'9
[Royce Da 5'9"]
What in yo mind'll make you think my click would be trickin'?
Boom, I'm the bomb, bitch, coz my dick'll be tickin'
We can split 50-50 stitches, paying for bitches
My lips strictly for sippin', they ain't for lickin'
Game - came for bitch now you swallow the doe
Glow - 'til I holla, 'til it 'aha' fall on the flo
I'm takin' this action, but you oughta know
That I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, but yo daughter's a hoe

Royce Da 5'9'', Something 2 Ride 2

[Intro/Break: Royce Da 5'9"]
This is a little something to ride to
Kick back and just catch a vibe to
I pop me a pill, I drink me another drink, if I was you
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
I got the flyest arsenal
Clip filled to capacity, you can call me the fire marshal
I'm ape with shit, I'm on my gorilla thing, thing
Me and Preme, you can call us the guillotine team
We chop off heads, pop off lead
If it pops off, we spendin that rock star bread
We doin numbers like the box office
Nigga you ain't tryin to box, then stop talkin
I got niggaz from Watts to Boston
From New York to the Chi to Austin
So even if my eyes is off ya, other eyes is on ya
That belongs to them killers that's gon' ride up on ya, bong (bong)
It's gasoline in my tongue, Patron in my kidneys, weed in my lungs
Trigger on my index finger, handle in my palm is ringin my animal alarm
My mind is on Hannibal Lec', demand the respect
I'm takin your life unless you hand me a check
[Chorus: Phonte (Royce Da 5'9")]
I've been around, seen some things, sexed a lot of girls
I did my time but in my mind, I'm still thinkin it's my world (woo-ooo)
(I got my finger on the pulse of this music shit, I'm the truest
(woo-ooo)
Now tell me who this sick and you can swallow everything that's comin
Through this dick)
[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]
Reignin King of the boom bap
Bomb strapped to my chest askin "where ya goons at? "
I'm old school like a StarTek
On a voyage like Star Trek
Me unemployed is far fetched
I'm hot, I got corduroy flow
You can picture but can't shake it, the Polaroid show
I book niggaz for shows and put niggaz in comas
So I hope that you niggaz is roamers
'Cause my niggaz is Ryders like Winona
But we just tryin to have a "Good Time" like Willona
I'm a zoner, all I do is zone out like a stoner
As far away as Estonia
I'm a sucker for a good suckin
So tell ya bitch that's it's best if she investin with this good luckin
Mami would you rather fly over niggaz heads or keep your ass in the
Hood duckin?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"]
Pardon my French, talk English
Steal your job, the discount is the five fingers
That's why Preme is the head not King
My drive's on my toes, I got my Bedrock swing
"Street Hop" is a culture
I rock with the vultures to make bread with the opposite toaster
I'm Py-reckless, I'm kitchen, equip sickenin
And my neckless is glistenin, it's expensive
So don't mention your ice whenever you mention my rhymes (why?)
'Cause my pencil is priceless
So what you runnin for?
Nigga I'm comin for you, if I'm the hyphen, then you the underscore
True and I'm lawless packin
I ain't no designer but I got a flawless jacket, whoa
After (Boom), this afternoon
It's night, night, when me and Preme come back for more
[Chorus]

Royce Da 5'9'', Soldier

{"Frequency... "}
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with Puff
I'm feelin like the best, nobody - bring it back
Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with Puff
I'm feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by a code we call shush
Fireman ladder flow, look at it, my bar is up
As you can see I'm a beast on the track
I'm even worse, I'm the hearse with the reef on the back
I'm like the gun at the race, son you only get one shot
My album is the finish line, here's where your run stops
'Bout to go fishin with a clip that's extended
Because your momma got a glass eye with a fish in it (haha)
[Chorus x2: Iyana Dean]
I-I think my, niggaz is soldiers
I-I think my, bitches is gangstas
I-I think my, niggaz is soldiers
I-I think my, I-I think (HUT!)
[Royce Da 5'9":]
I get money, I get bitches, I get bored or - bring it back
I get bitches, I get money, no specific order
Filthy hit recorder, wipe or Ricky mixed with Ricky Porter
Butchie Jones mixed with Mr. Combs with the tooky aura
I'm a muh'fucker, no really I fuck mothers
I chug bottles and pass out on they La-Z-Boy
She try to leave them lil' niglets with me? Shiiit
I treat 'em all like I'm Snoop Dogg in "Baby Boy"
Leave me alone, I'm Hancock
Liquor sto' close I'm swoopin 'round hittin the second-hand spot
I don't fuck with no hoe unless she a dancer
There's no position, drug or liquor she can't try
I'm Cancer, me versus them is a landslide
If your face is fly, and your body is decent
This your inauguration the same time your impeachment
I got a lotta anger - I was hot before your first shit
Not your album, but before your momma potty trained ya
[Chorus]
[Kid Vishis:]
Where my soldiers attack (it's a wrap)
Hold up - when my soldiers attack, it's a wrap
One clap'll lay you unconscious, bullets alpha-mega slap
Cock grenade here, think we scared? No way
Set yo' ass up like the cops did O.J.
Fo' spray his body make his chest explode
The barrel on the shotty wide as KRS's nose
Partner, "Buck-shot" ya
Rap like a automatic gun, lungs stoppin means you can't breathe proper
Yeah, they like I'm on some other shit
Whole clique hold heat like a oven mitt
To fuck with this you want me on wax
So I'm a tax you lil' local rappers worse than the government
Bastard - the closest you niggaz been
To a shotgun is in the car front seat passenger
How 'bout you take a trip in the trunk?
Ride to the pastor for a casket to hold ya; it's over!

Royce Da 5'9'', Slaughter

[Freestyle over Jay-Z's: "Brooklyn We Go Hard" beat.]
[cha-ching]
[5 seconds instrumental]
[Chorus: Female]
Slaughter... [5 seconds instrumental]
Slaughter... [5 seconds instrumental]
[Verse:]
I'm from a grimey city, from a bunch of miles away (c'mon!)
With no regards for the law, I'm from a sovereigns state. (hahah!)
From a murderous block! (block!) - Swirving in a convertible drop (pow!)
Making sure you heard my proverbial plot! (whoooo!)
I'm tryna take over the world like pinky the brain
My dream mistress is a bitch like Pinky with brains.
Or Roxy Renolds, I stick dick into her
She suck cock for a living, tongue kiss with mur. [gun cocks & shot]
But I don't feel anger,
Tilt like the frame of the nickel plated chrome .4-5, I'm a still bang her! (yeess!)
"Original "Regenade""! - Niggas still afraid. (hahaa!)
More niggas follow than Ashton Kutchers' "Twitter" page. (whoooo!)
Chowder time, y'all right! - I sprinkle powder lines
If Kelly beat his case, my lawyers gon' swallow mine.
So put your nines on the crap table
You life gambling, I'm patron sippin', signed to "Black Label". (aahh!) [gun cocks & shot]
Champaigne wishes; become realities
Bad bitches fly minus the travel needs.
My dick is the biggest thing on my anatomy
I diss niggas for nothing, like why you mad at me? (why?)
Nickel is definitely still wreckless
The last nigga got killed that made me feel threatened.
Ha! - Who really cares what a rapper's talking?
The only feeling that ain't familiar is after losses. (losses!)
I'll shoot Ed O.G. in the head and go back to Boston
With a trunk full of white. - We call it Asher Rothen!
Fell honored if I talk about your ass often,
You should wanna sleep into the bed I was jackin' off in.
It's a reason these motherfuckers backing off him, (uh-huh!)
He Floyd Mayweather, Paul Williams and Chad Dawson! (haha!)
All rolled up in 1, his money trash talking
Amongst bosses chillin' out in cash office. (whooo!) [gun cocks & shot]
Nigga you testing the one, nickel second to none (yess!)
I'm hotter than Texas at 3, I'm effecting the sun. (haa!)
I don't just sound raw
I disconnect your shit! - Have you walkin' around with Bobby Brown jaw? (Brown jaw!)
And then Whitney said: "Crack is wack! "
And it offended me like: "Fluzy! - Why you dissing my music? "
And you can ask Proof! - We come from Choppa City!
Minus the wack suit and the beef with Ness. (haha!) [gun cocks & shot]
Forever inhaling the smell of that sweet success (yess!)
The Calico talking! - Saying: "WE THE BEST! " [shot]
I'm a fan teaser!
This bitch saying: "Who the fuck died and made you god? " - I said Jesus! (COME ON!) [shot]
I'm in the zone I feel like a star
And you know what to do if you feel like a frog.
Go jump into traffic! - You playing frogger
I ain't a blogger, I'm "Mr.-Rearrange-Your-Aura"! (whoo!)
Niggas thinking all I got is internet soldiers
'09 is the fear year! - Respects ova!
The OG's taught me how to do it one way
So I ain't down for no games, unless it's gun play! (uh-uh!)
Niggas'll murder judges! (judges!) - Over murder grudges. (grudges!)
I don't put money on heads, I just refer to cousins
I dropped dope records! - That's hot like a furnace
The needle on that record player, is hypothermic. [gun cocks & shot]
The seafood from intervenace tube, (tube!)
Kill you in private between me and you!
I'm sick enough to go up in your house,
Sicking of rhymes, I spit up and throw up in my mouth, ugggghhh.!
You fucking around with the Slaughterhouse Conglomerad (Conglomerad!)
Like catching your parents fucking I'll leave you traumatized. (traumatized!)
The beef live 'til the drama dies (dies!)
My daughter can get struck by lightning if I ain't down for homicide. [gun cocks & shot] (whoo!)
You don't believe in me, you an atheist thug! (come one nigga!)
My bitch pussy Delicious, it's the Flavor of Love! (AAAAHHHHHH!)
Fuck what they say! - I tattoo your face!
Danger! - But that ain't for The Love of Ray J! (HAHAAAA!)
I got a cold heart! - I call my penis: "Dicky"!
'Fore I let ya'll bullshit me, I'll let serena kick me. (LET'S GO!)
And she got thunder thighs. - How could she be so "Heartless"
And give you the business but I ain't from the Chi.
A product of the bores, where Barry Gordon records
I'm talking A-1, yo let that's totally pure. (yeess!)
I flow bodies of water, dead fisherman haunt me
I gotta temper of a trigger, the dick of a donkey. (OOOOHH!)
I'm a "Souljah, Boy"! - Yea 'm the last breathing
No need to turn on my swag, come on I'm swag sleepin'. (yeess!)
Y'all niggas flows is old! Y'all sound like last weekend
A Mardi Delorian and party with a bad Rican. [gun cocks & shot]
[Outro:]
Slaughter house is this bitch-nigga!
Sucker free, fuck a bitch nigga!
Hahahahahah!

Royce Da 5'9'', Simon Says (street Games)

[Intro: Royce]
I'ma hit you until you, hit you until you
Hit you until you, hit you until you
I'ma hit you until you, hit you until you
Hit you until you, hit you until you
I'ma hit you until you STOP, hit you until you GO!
Hit you until you DROP, hit you until you ROLL!
I'ma hit you until you BLEED, hit you until you LEAVE!
Hit you until you.. yeah, yeah
[Verse One: Royce Da 5'9"]
I put in my dirt I'ma hurt you
Bullets is +Eeny Meeny Miny Moe+; don't put your foot in my circle
You must be ruthless, or you will die hidin
beside a bunch of chicken niggaz that +Duck Duck Goose+
I'm not a hater nigga
You punks got a 50/50 chance of livin, you playin +Rock Paper Scissors+
Why the FUCK would I knuckle up witcha?
I got twin glocks from Scotland, I'd rather +Double Dutch+ witcha
He played them street games 'til the heat came
Same nigga that be changin quick when they see brains
We ride in streets with Mafia ties
We pop up by surprise like we playin +Hide-And-Go-Seek+
And I'm about to draw the line nigga, talk to your soldiers
Cross me, you try to knock a stick off of my shoulder
Nigga I will heat you, 5'9" will have you lyin beside your bed
I'm the nigga +Simon Says+
[Chorus: Royce]
I'ma hit you until you STOP, hit you until you GO!
Hit you until you DROP, hit you until you ROLL!
I'ma hit you until you BLEED, hit you until you LEAVE!
Hit you until you, hit you until you
I'ma hit you until you STOP, hit you until you GO!
Hit you until you DROP, hit you until you ROLL!
Hit you until you BLEED, hit you until you LEAVE!
Hit you until you.
[Verse Two: Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah yeah, I see pain but why
is it these street games is all leadin into the same violences?
God is it, possible the same niggaz
that's winnin in +Dodgeball+ will grow up and dodge bullets?
The funky little, two squares
in this concrete jungle was shootin the +Monkeys In The Middle+
If you compare me to anyone in this game
if it ain't Shyne or Beans then it's +Truth Or Dare+
I been this hollow inside for years
Leave peers beside beers that'll +Spin The Bottle+
Don't think that e'ry night seem right
Nigga just look beside you, I'm at every +Red Light, Green Light+
Ready to stop you, fatal-ly
I'll leave bullets inside your truck the size of +Hot Potatoes+
A comparison's vital - you ain't nobody
Royce 5'9" is Simon, the +Americal Idol+
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, yeah, now he's had the luck as
the same dumb fuck that took toes to the morgue for +Freeze Tag+
Miss the clock is tickin away
At the pick of the day the hot shot, let's play +Hop Scotch+
Let's teach all of these punks
that we as venomous as snakes, you can be them +Leap Frogs+ and jump
I'ma make 'em all drop and say "Ahh"
I'm the king of the playground, I make 'em say +Father May I+
You should say Grace - cause even if you
bring your own pencil to the game nigga we don't play +Breaks+
Now you gon' find your fitted
in the Lost & Found cause you crossed your bound nigga +Hide+ and go get it
Finally the dudes be lame
His name booted out of the games, hang by the dooky chains
Erase the phonies - keep his team shooter
then flee the scene while runnin in the latest Ponies

Royce Da 5'9'', Shit On U

[to the beat of D-12's "Shit on You"]
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Hahaha, yeah yeah, haha
No offense to my two niggaz
Y'all know who y'all are, it's personal
Motherfucker, you hear me?
I know I ain't get back to you
You dissed me a while ago, I just caught it
I couldn't understand what yo' fat-ass was sayin!
It's all good though (I will shit on you)
I'm home, it's time for us to talk to each other
Nigga.. (fuck, you)
Yo yo, I heard you on DJ Butter, you ain't slick
Somewhere in between a st-st-stutter and punch diss
I was like, "Huh, what the fuck is this?
Why the fuck this lame nigga tryna fuck with this"
You was talkin real reckless, you dissed the king
Get your eyes off my necklace, kiss the ring
Crawl 'fore you walk, don't get caught without your gat
Somebody shoulda taught you how to talk before you rap
I know about how you gotta get walked though your verse
Niggaz tryna teach you how you talk all through your verse
The streets, magazines still knockin your verse
On your verse, niggaz just look at they watch in reverse
I'm about realism – as far as a fat nigga
that raps and rapes kids, I don't see the vision
You, you do front, me you admire
You told the truth once like, "I'm a compulsive liar!"
Insecure niggaz take offense to the line
All in my my shit when I'm mentionin mines
Yo it's on, better tell Von stick to the rhymes
You better run and get Swift when I get to the nine
It should be, Wall Street y'all and Slum V
But no, nope, you runnin rhyme like Young Zee
Heh, you was a clown in school
Only nigga on stage in a costume, now the world is clownin YOU
Share it for the rap – arrestin the big fat bear
that got him jumpin the character to rap
Uhh, nigga GIMME this mic, you ain't doin it right
You call yourself a idiot, I'm just provin you right
This is strong over the weak, long career over deceased
And me doin you wrong over your beat
You speak when you see me but you talk the flow
Fuckin clown, smile nigga, honk your nose (honk honk!)
You probably look at it like I'm makin a big deal
But nigga that's what I do, I make big deals
Take a chunk of the budget, and keep they proud raise
And watch the little people split the pie five ways
Nigga go play, matter fact, catch up
I am six figures bigger and my books kept up
Y'all a rap boy band; you testin me now?
Y'all a group with one star like Destiny's Child
FUCK THAT! No nigga, how can I relate
to a group with four dudes that's easily replaced?
I erase niggaz when they talk backwards (what?)
I call Paul and have him write you off on his taxes
I'm a solo artist, you just one of the crew
Fans comin up to y'all like, "Which one is you?"
You the fat one! Tell 'em that's your name
You will tell a joke whenever too, that's your game
Yeah, who cares if you've been on tour, you don't come off
Nigga all you do is run on stage and run off
Yeah, one loose cannon - that's strange
cause the only cannon in the crew is planted wherever Proof's standin
I speak to Em and Proof, I'm speakin with love
Them my niggaz, y'all sissy niggaz keepin a grudge
I don't give a FUCK nigga, you get beat up with gloves
And if you want beef, fuck it, you can meet up with Bugz
I'll shit on you!
You fat motherfucker
Aiyyo cut that shit! Fuck that nigga
You diss me you gon' get dissed back, nigga
Yo' mama, muh'fucker

Royce Da 5'9'', Security

Security yeah yeah
Security
[Bridge]
Lemme tell y'all a story about somebody I feel was a gangster
And that's the very same reason he ain't here with me no mo'
[Verse 1]
He marched around the corna' like a soldier
But not to get no on-the-mic exposure
To question me, I guess he checkin' me
I'm feelin like I'm lookin' at my own self in the face
As deaths destiny awaits
Us both wearin' vests's, us both stressed from the same pressures
Us both f-ckin' trainwreck wreckless
Guns whip out, he had a.9, I had a.40
I remember a point in time he had mine, I had his shorty
And I could cry tellin' this story
If you can visualize a downtown crowded street
Somebody was eatin' 'n saw P pull out his piece
And decided to reach
[Chorus]
(Security yeah yeah)
Police rolled up on like 'POLICE FREEZE! '
(Security yeah yeah)
Cuffed us up like nothin'
(Security yeah yeah)
Asked us what we got guns for, we told 'em it's for
(Security yeah yeah)
(Proof this one's for you! I love you doody)
[Bridge]
Lemme tell y'all a story about somebody I feel was a gangster
And that's the very same reason he ain't here with me no mo'
[Verse 2]
He marched up out his house like a soldier, decided to titty-bar it
A lot of alcohol consumption and drug use, while out with the city's
Hardest
Niggas, foldin' money up with black face, flickin' photos
The only thing he was missin' was my nigga dolo
He decided to leave them and go to an after-hour
After the 4-hour,
He act crazier than Scarface after snortin' powder
He get into it with this dude, point his piece at him
They say he shot him, problem is, I don't believe that
And on the real I, only know shots flew
And when the smoke cleared they say he got killed by
(Security yeah yeah)
Shot my nigga like that, that
(Security yeah yeah)
Probably shoulda watched his back
(Security yeah yeah)
It's fucked up, right?
(Security yeah yeah)
(Proof this one's for you! I love you dude)
[Bridge]
Lemme tell y'all a story about somebody I feel was a gangster
And that's the very same reason he ain't here with me no mo'
[Verse 3]
I know y'all seen Beef III
And it probably made you think that I ain't like Shady
The truth is, I was at Proofs funeral, cryin' like a baby
I was sittin' in the back row
With Vicious, wishin' I can go up to Marshall,
Denaun, Swifty, Obie, Bizarre, Paul, Levaughn
And say somethin' positive
After all the negative shit that we been through
Thinkin' we'd talk one day if it was meant to
Reservations 'bout walkin' up there 'n gettin' in the way
It's probably better off to just pray
Thinkin' my niggas are dyin'
It was my first time at an over 1000 people funeral with
(Security yeah yeah) R.I.P.
(Security yeah yeah) We love you, P
(Security yeah yeah) R.I.P.
(Security yeah yeah)
(Proof this one's for you! I love you dude)
[Bridge]
Lemme tell y'all a story about somebody I feel was a gangster

Royce Da 5'9'', Second Place

[Intro]
Nickel. Tell em what it is
This is a world – Premiere
[Verse 1]
Look, I'm in a zone for rilla
In a freezer with Medusa
I'm fucking a stone-cold killer
You bitch-fobbing, I'm insiding,
I tell Your kids this. Daddy's been doing more
Dick-riding than Carrie Wington
I'm very venomous, you very innocent and
I will send a monster to your house!
Call him Harry Henderson
Oh my God, I was just in jail
Then the devil caught pneumonia, and it made me sick as hell
You niggas counting me out can get the riches still
You're all in the Matrix, should've picked a different pill
You about to see how far that Paul Rosenberg'll go
The height of my game is like a DeMar (De)Rozen verticle
No one understands me, only one sicker than me is Em
I'm into DMC, runs in the family
[Interlude - Haters]
Why that nigga gotta bring Em name up all the time?
Man, You wouldn't even be rich without that nigga!
Shut up faggot!
[Hook]
I come to embarrass y'all rappers
I should run a marathon backwards so I could
See what 2nd place look like
"Too many sick niggas nickel bring the remedy"
(Make it real clear)
I come to embarrass y'all rappers
I should run a marathon backwards so I could
See what 2nd place look like
"You not ready for the raw deal
It's all real, kiss the ring, be gone"
[Verse 2]
I'm the magnificent
With the sensational style
My wedding with the streets got the cake but no vows
I'm arrogant as fuck; who cares?
You suck! Rappers talking about "We the best"
Have been to Paris too much...
Who hot? who sick, shit, I'm like a Thera-Flu slush
Ya'll ain't fly, ya'll fallin' slow with the parachute up, up
I'm a face-slapper, niggas sleeping on an outfit
Call us "Tailor Gang" except we Wake n Bake rappers
Slaughter Yelawolf, responsible for haters' actions
Y'all on Gilligan's Island: find a greater Captain
Haha! victory laugh. Even my photographer's happy
Picture me mad... I feel well, ya bitch suck my dick
I nutted on the floor and let her stand there
Crying over spilled milk (sob)
[Hook]
I come to embarrass y'all rappers
I should run a marathon backwards so I could
See what 2nd place look like
"Too many sick niggas nickel bring the remedy"
(Make it real clear)
I come to embarrass y'all rappers
I should run a marathon backwards so I could
See what 2nd place look like
"You not ready for the raw deal
It's all real, kiss the ring, be gone"
[Verse 3]
My swing's like chains on a playground
I bust fly plus I'm about to put some wings on a Greyhound
My theory is you lie and drink beer
I ain't hearing you so you must be from Liberia
I wave by like Hitler
100-round thumper bullet-proof what?
You gonna need an underground bunker
I aim where you should go
I put my whole life on the net, even my weapons
I am Bazooka Joe
We the shit, nigga eat a dick
We'll make em eat his words
We the stones, he the sticks
I'm going yelling "Shady" everywhere
Smacking these bitches with they lipstick
And the baby with the Teddy Bear
To you and your man: ain't gonna be no
"Taladega Night" I come to crush on y'all
And y'all don't know what to do with your hands
Nickle-Preme, killing team
Add a different dealer every day like a fickle fiend
[Hook]
I come to embarrass y'all rappers
I should run a marathon backwards so I could
See what 2nd place look like
"Too many sick niggas nickel bring the remedy"
(Make it real clear)
I come to embarrass y'all rappers
I should run a marathon backwards so I could
See what 2nd place look like
"You not ready for the raw deal

Royce Da 5'9'', Scary Movies (Sequel)

What's your favourite scary movie?
Live from the dungeon, we coming
Y'all besta be running, we coming
Y'all don't want none of this gun an'
I don't know why y'all keep frontin'
I'ma scare the socks off you
For sure the shock stops all you
Knock ya lox off and chop your watch off you
Lurking in the back like a crook in the black of the bushes
With the rats, with a axe, and the stacks of wood is
By the garage, the Mirage tracks the shadow
My weapon is large with bodies, I'm strapped for battle
My soul is in the crossroads, it hides the feeling
Somewhere deep inside the spirit to rise the killer
I'm too distant to talk
My vicious assault
Is inflicted in parts to slit you and stick in your heart
I got nothing to lose and nothing to gain
Only way I'm dying is up in flames
I'm stuck in the game
Look at you busting ya thang
Shots only get stuck in my frame
I got you not trusting ya aim
I never speak but you can hear me breathe at night
With a hunger and greed for life 'til this eve was right
I'm a true killer
A troop risen to do business
Live on a booth on a river drooped with news clippings
I only come out when it's time to run out and find
An innocent victim inside one house with blinds
I'm Freddie Kruger, Jason, and Scream chasing a dream
Looking for a scene to take to the extreme for the mean
You better carry your Uzis is rare to do me
Everybody's scared to view me, I'm Scary Movies
Y'all want drama?
Wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers coming in with their team and carry toolies
You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
We hard hitting, directing, and starring in it
Yo niggas from the Wall don't bleed
Dirty Dozen niggas don't bleed
Royce 5-9 don't bleed
Rock City niggas don't bleed
Live from the dungeon, we coming
Y'all best be running, we coming
Y'all don't want none of this gun an'
I don't know why y'all keep frontin'
All this room in this big house you chose the attic
You running slower and slower so you froze in panic
I'm wearing a white mask, black cloak and dagger
You scatter hoping for life, grabbing ropes and ladders
Under this robe, I'm tatted up
Automatic'd up
I'm mad as fuck, I'ma kill no matter what
You - live in the wrong house, at the wrong time
You've - answered the call so you all mine
You can't put fear in the heart of the heartless
Got a list of names just don't know which one to start with
At your house, staking it out, posing as carpenters
Looking for closets and house guns with cartridges
I'm low down and stressed
I go around the rest of the house looking for Granny to throw down the steps
And when it's your turn - oh you know it's tragic
And the music in the background is so dramatic
I'm trying to lift you off your feet - hope you know gymnastics
Try to - soak the mattress with rope molasses
You try to - cover your head like a prophylactic
Next time somebody calling your phone, don't answer it
Hello? Hello?
Yo niggas from the Wall, don't bleed
Dirty Dozen niggas don't bleed
Royce 5-9 don't bleed
Rock City niggas don't bleed
We making names for each other like the Wayans Brothers
Rock City niggas always name each other.
Niggas got crews, don't even claim each other.

Royce Da 5'9'', Running

[Royce Da 5'9" (Cha Cha)]
(Stick up, stick up) Gangs 'til we play brains
We pick up (pick up) when them thangs spray
This how it goes down in the hood that you can't stay
I'll invite a nigga over then make him leave in the same day
Can you meet her?
I'm talkin bout a chick wit a Coke bottle figure but never the 2-liter
Whatever you choose, especially you
Definitely I rhyme better than who rhymes better than you!
Cause this is your sire, I spit in the fire
Thinkin that I'm fittin to retire? ("BITCH, you a liar!")
Ah-hah! The home of the willest, I'm only the illest
I only'll steal it, phony-est niggaz'll feel it, c'mon widdit
But when the battle is through
It's all-out "Jerry Springer" every arena, I'm on the panel, too
Spit shit for my peeps, shit for the Jeeps
(Stick up, stick up) Strange pick-ups, brains hittin your feet
Stained in ya mayn, listen, change in dissin
(And recognize) You MC's, nothin; you leave with nothin
(And recognize) Fuck it, hold on – I hear somebody comin
("Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, what is his name?") 5-9!
[Chorus]
Can't keep comin around me baby
Make my girls say (OHHHH!)
Can't keep running awayyyy
Give it to me now (RUN)
[Interlude: Cha Cha]
You can't leave, you can't breathe, you can't sleep
Hearts beat's goin - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP!
(It's like) Precious comin, can't turn your back from it
And your heart keeps drummin - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP!
See deep, see the world from beneath
And all you hear is that beat - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP!
(YO!) Evictions (YO!) enrichment (YO!)
Contentment - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP! (YO! YO!)
[Royce Da 5'9" (Cha Cha)]
Yeah, then after THAT I just thu-thu-th-thump, for fun
I'm COCKIN back my (pu-pu-p-p-PUMP!)
Yeah, what nigga man, you better be du-du-d-dumb
You better stutter, you better SAY I'm th-th-th-the one
Cause I'm the, rap oxy moron, feel that?
Cause I bring tracks to life while I kill, cracks
Ladies say (Royce I wanna get with, you!)
And it's cool cause I got a whole (get with) crew
And I hit, writers, right where it hurts
Don't call me no hit, writer; I am a fighter, first
Niggaz try to murk on my fire since fireworks
Now you hurt, have you goons in a drive-by verse
Cause I'm STRONG in that area thuggin
I just, LOVE leavin niggaz layin there like a area RUG
Plus you, yeah, smellin my game
Ev-ery girl +Wanna Be Bad+, ask Willa Ford, tell her my name
It's, 5-9! Hah, now I see why you can't see
See why you can't breathe, why you can't beat or be ME!
Man please, you better be Sam Sneed
(And recognize) You just feet, a piece of a stampede
(And recognize) Shh, hold on – I think somebody comin
{"Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, who could it be?"} 5-9!
[Chorus]
[Outro: Royce Da 5'9"]
A round of applause for the brand new Mrs. Montgomery
My lil' sister Cha Cha, Rush!
Of course my name is Royce 5'9"
When you think of my name
Think of a fresh new sound
A fresh new face, let's go

Royce Da 5'9'', Royal Flush Freestyle

[Intro: Royce talking]
Yeah, Bar Exam 2 nigga. It's a motherfuckin' holiday bitches
[Verse 1: Canibus]
Bar Exam 2
I landslide you to lava below
Gotta stance nigga flow
How bars? How far can you go?
Only as far as the mind
Canibus and Royce 5'9"
Bar Exam 2, spit a rhyme
A miniature version of me, told me he wanted to MC
I told him, "Be careful who you be."
He said, "I'm a just be me."
I said, "Yeah, I see. But you don't understand what I really mean."
Look at the manifest list
It got my name down
A bald head for the cool crown
How you like me now?
I terrorize rap music
What manner of creature could do this?
Canibus stupid
Retarded, autistic artists
You click, perfects target
Staff Sargent Canibus talkin'
I would not let off the gas
Traverse it through San Stone's past
The Ripper spills whiskey from a flask
[Verse 2: Elzhi]
I toke green, blowin' out smoke screens
Poke queens, leave them with soaked jeans
You're the definition of what "joke" mean
I'm star status
Like glowin' lights throughout the far stratos-
-Phere, it's clear who repertoire that is
Pursue whites and fuck a shoe price
My cheese outgrew mice
I'm too nice, cut through slice, I'm seein' you twice
The lead pacer
Been makin' moves like Speed Racer
Indeed tracin' line that fucks with your mind like a weed lacer
Try and boast, ain't lyin' close, so what I diagnose
I could fry and roast any guy till they applyin' ghost
Pee on peons beyond eons
Till there's neon Klingons
Close encounter of the three kinds
You may fall, I'm AWOL, my heaters will spray y'all
And put you in a hole like Robert Peter to pay Paul
I could give a fuck
Got a flow to leave a river stuck
You hear deep it lines [? ]
[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"]
Osama McCain, you climb in this ring
Rhyming with Obama the king
End up on the bottom of the things
Living inside of ominous springs
I'mm in a dream
I spit the only kind of sickness that vomiting brings
That means I'm I'll sick
And plus I'm real bitch
I should've played Hancock instead of Will Smith
Cause I'm drunk and flyer
I'm the super hero minus all the chump attire
And I bleed hardly
Tell your idol his times up
And he's barbe-cue
Every rhyme lined up like steve harvey's do
From the pies to the brick man
Niggas couldn't follow in my steps 'less I died in some quick sand
So come and see a nigga burn a show
And give me a hand before I give you the fist like a germaphobe
And you probably too scary to scuffle
If you ain't hit a nigga before you buried your knuckles
I got a hundred round drum
I shoot the first thirty to kill everybody that trash your hook up
Category blast the butcher
Empty the clip just to make that 70 show like ashton kutcher
Nigga you at war with sharks the government team
Will leave you airless/heirless like jordan sparks or a motherless queen
We put it on y'all, tape a niggas phone call
Sell it to the net for a phone card
Then use it to phone y'all mommas
I throw you niggas a bone and then I bury the drama in a bone yard
The flow's in prime
I got more plastic on me than all of hugh heffner's hoes combined
My niggas got GT's and shit, yeah I know mini coopers
While you niggas rolling around in the mini coopers
I'm the shit for real, y'all niggas mini poopers
Drunk, wildin, commitin vodka and henny bloopers
Who could give a nigga the snoop foot
Stretch him out on the floor like the Manut look
You shook, nigga I'm like the crew cook
I put a price on the whip and I'm like the blue book
With an appetite for destruction with the greed stigma
Explains my past and adds to my enigma
If it's digital or analog

Royce Da 5'9'', Rock That

[15 seconds fades-in/instrumental]
[Police sirens]
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" {Male Sample} (Kid Vishis)]
I - can't - feel you; I want you to {ROCK THAT} (shiiiit!)
{ROCK THAT} (shiiiit!) - {ROCK THAT} (shiiiit!)
{ROCK THAT} (shiiiit!) - {ROCK THAT} (shiiiit!)
{RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO...} [scratches] [x2]
[Verse 1:]
[Royce Da 5'9":]
OOHH! - Put up your hands, show me the real you! (real you!)
If you don't put your hands up then I'm a kill you. (kill you!)
You ain't never been touched; homie, I can't feel you.
I don't listen to threats, nigga I can't hear you! (hello?) (hahaha!)
[Kid Vishis:]
Put up your hands, show me the real you (boo!)
You don't put your hands up, - I'm a kill you! (you!)
I'm the shit, fool. (fool!) It's the king, prince, too. (too!)
I'm the next shit from the I'm Da Shit crew! (crew!)
[Royce Da 5'9":]
OOHH! - Nigga get cool. - "You're my boy, Blue!
Blue, you're my boy! " I'll Chicago, Illinois you!
[Kid Vishis:]
Nigga we'll destroy you!
It's a motherfuckin' wrap, when it come to that heat like aluminum foil!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Idolize-'em, not-a-lot-of-'em,
Body-by-them-there's-a-bottle by the fags, she-should-try-to-follow the man
With-the-rocks, rocky-as-Colorado standin' on top
Of them; toppin' top the opposition,
I-ain't-quittin'-'til-Vishis-in-my-position
I-drop-this-apocalyptic, you-gotta-be-optimistic; I'm hot, hot, hot, hot!
[Kid Vishis:]
Let's try this shit again! (again!)
Vishis the prince, the topic of the spit this cop nowhere near it,
I'm in a win-win position. (yes!) - Could send killers to knock-knock; who is it? (OOHH!)
Hard in pot, fall by the end of the visit. (yes) - No henchmen!
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Six shots the biscuit! (BLOW!)
Smackin' on his back like I'm burpin a infant! (boom!)
Then nigga put up your hands, show me the real you,
Put money on your head and then I'm a bill YOU.
Take it out yo' ass in hell; I'm on a ratchet trail
And you about to see the Gat derail! - BRAAAT!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: {Male Sample}]
[Kid Vishis:]
OOHH! - Yeah, Vishis and Nickel equipped with pistols; [acapella]
Missiles'll hit your tissue sizzle show you and STAY [echoes] [acapella]
Like Mystikal! [bottle broke] - Clip to whoever riddle, my mental see you and scratch
You tryna scrap to cover up - the fact you CAN'T RAP! [echoes]
[Royce Da 5'9":]
I - can't - feel you; I want you to {ROCK THAT}
Glock that, pop that, shock that!
Down to click twooo's. - I'm a spit truuee!
Dominant creeew. - I'm the SHIT, fooool! - OOHH!
[Kid Vishis:]
Put the clip to a actor - CUT!
You motherfuckers up when it's action, nigga what?!
We don't fight rappers. - We write back at ya;
Black Mack, BLAP! Niggaz back snap backwards. - Ooh!
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Actors, act puss'. - Blow 'em off the atmos-...
... -Fear niggaz should fear on point like a cactus.
You pro'bly need to practice. - That's it! - Backflip!
Word blacksmith! - Herb active, - DOPE! [echoes]

Royce Da 5'9'', Ride

[Royce Da 5'9":]
Yeah, yeah, I'm a every day walk my dogs
Like a motherfuckin gangsta; gun toaster, slash pranksta
In the 7 on Dalvins with Cash, we be mashin
To the club seein who gon' hurl who the fastest
Bitches sippin bubbly and drinkin thug passion
Niggaz get them lil' pistols shoved in they asses
This hundred-and-one round drum take up half the
Trunk so punk, we gon' tear up this club faster
Detroit niggaz only get along with who belong
And if you get on then we can use you
From 7 and Woodward to 7 and Telly - the West side
Where niggaz with 'Cardis, weapons in Pelle's – yes ma
From 7 and Woodward to 7 and Kelly – the East side
It's murder; from Kelly and further
East where peace signs and street signs is unheard of
You can either collide with me or ride with me
[Chorus: Royce (Ingrid Smalls)]
(This is how we ride)
Up and down, Plymouth (ride); B-Roc, niggaz (ride)
Up and down, Finkel (ride); Bright Mo', niggaz (riiiide)
Up and down, Sixth; P.A., niggaz (we riiiide)
Up and down, Seven; 7 Mile, dawgs (this is how we ride)
Up and down, Eight (ride); 8 Mile, niggaz (ride)
Up and down, Nine (ride); Oak Park, niggaz (riiiide)
Up and down, Ten; up and down, Eleven (we riiiide)
Southfield, niggaz (this is how we)
[Big Herk:]
In the D every day is violent, it's never silent
All you hear is cop sirens and shots firin
Bein broke got tirin - so how I'm s'posed to eat?
I chose the street, fuck a job, they not hirin
Cats be trippin, 'gnac we sippin
Crack be flippin, you will never catch me slippin
Watch out or get stuck for your jacket
AIDS spreadin, strap up 'fore you catch it
A dude chopped his wife up with a hatchet (damn)
You might live to see eighteen
She got raped, he gagged her mouth, so she can't scream
It's the murder Mitten, crime is risin
They robbed a bank, they gave my nigga Hank time for drivin
We hustle, ain't no 9-to-5'n (uh-uh)
When beef go down, I might just have to do some time, I'm ridin (fo'sho')
It's on, you gon' be on your back
I'm representin Detroit, until I die you see this D on my hat, nigga
[Chorus: Royce (Ingrid Smalls)]
(This is how we ride)
Up and down the Craft (ride); School Craft, niggaz (ride)
Up and down, Joy (ride); Joy Road, niggaz (riiiide)
Off West, Gram; my Zone 8, niggaz (we riiiide)
Up and down, Warren; West Warren, niggaz (this is how we ride)
Up and down the Wood (ride); Linwood, niggaz (ride)
Up and down, Twelfth (ride); Twelfth Street, niggaz (riiiide)
Up and down, Dexter; my Dexter niggaz (we riiiide)
Off Davidson Ave; Woodrow, nigga (this is how we)
[Juan:]
... The weapons is close
One wrong hood get cooked, news stressin your folks
I have your block, in them white tees reppin your ghost
Meanwhile I'm in the skyloft, stretchin the coke
My name Juan nigga boss of the state
Hold yo' head in this piranha tank, bitch let 'em gnaw on your face
Pussy ass niggaz lie in they bars
'til they collide with niggaz like me, see they dog die in they arms
I'm from Detroit nigga, smuggler's heaven
Lions, Tigers and bears, gorillas, snakes; man the jungle is present
Go ahead and play hard man
They find yo' ass half-naked, somewhere off in them trees like Tarzan
Nigga, beatin your chest with Ninas and tec's
My niggaz cutthroat gangsta, beat you to death
Don't make the pump blow waste ya, all on the steps
Man every Dirty Glove banger, throw up your set, nigga!
[Chorus: Royce (Ingrid Smalls)]
(This is how we ride)
Up and down, Gratiot (ride); my, Gratiot niggaz (ride)
Up and down the Van (ride); Van Dyke, niggaz (riiiide)
Up and down, Mac; Mac Love, niggaz (we riiiide)
Up and down, Kelly; them A.K., killas (this is how we ride)
Up and down, French (ride); French Road, niggaz (ride)
Up and down the Drive (ride); outer Drive, niggaz (riiiide)
Up and down, Connors; up and down, Chalmers (we riiiide)
East side, nigga (this is how we)
[Outro: Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, my nigga Juan, Street Lord Mafia
Big Herk, good lookin out nigga
Rock Bottom, whattup T-Dot?
It's Rock City niggaz, M.I.C.
RIDE WIT ME! [echoes]
The Southwest to, Grand River to Griswalden{? } State
I ain't forgot about y'all niggaz
Anybody else who I ain't say y'all know how I do, Nickel
RIDE WIT ME! [echoes]
Shoutout to my nigga Doug
Good lookin out my nigga
Yeah, hit me baby
[Ingrid Smalls:]
This is how we ride, ride, ride, ride, riiiide, riiiide

Royce Da 5'9'', Rewind

Yeah, the street's got a code
Cause being loud is old
Silent is gold, smile and unload
No police gotta know
Cause when ya problem is told
Ya problem isn't getting told, that's a no
I'mma tell a couple stories about
The notorious route
That niggas take when they thirst, hear me out
In 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
[1st story: about Soulja Slim]
Here's a little story, I got to tell about
A couple dudes who didn't know so well
They didn't get a chance to blow but they could flow so well
This is the perfect time for you haters to go, oh well
Let's take it down to the Noila where them boys is warriors
They notorious for ordering more then just hits, so
Take heed, I seen dude in the V and the D
He musta been moving with B.G.
Before "Slow Motion" I heard dude was so focused
On the street credibility, he's a "Soldier"
Would he rather have beef or exposure?
I don't know, I never met em
I just know that I ain't trying to forget em
As soon as he went home, the place he got the most love
Niggas popped up and shot him in cold blood
At the worst time and they crept up behind em
And uh, just rewinded em
[2nd story: about Blade Icewood]
Story Two!
I said boyyyyy, would you boss up and get this money
For my niggas who ain't here?
Bring the treeeees, and blow a huge cloud in the air
For niggas who move without fear
Gotta pour more than a beer, nigga pour out a fifth
Fuck it we rich nigga, pour out some Cris
A young nigga got shot up once, put in a wheelchair
Still liked to light up blunts like "look, I'm still here"
It's so truuuueee
He came out of the hospital with way more money, way more jewels
Roll through, any hood that you want in the city of Detroit
They playing one of his tunes
He prolly shoulda been with a goon
He stopped at a car wash...
I guess the dude he was with ain't know what to do
They crept up on the side of em and
Put the nine to em and, just rewinded em
[3rd story: about Big L]
Story Three!
We bout to take the NYC, they know about him in the NYC
But they don't know him in the D
As far as emceeing, this nigga was crazy
Muthafuckas used to say he was better than Jay-z
The first time time I heard him was 9-5 "Ebonics"
I played it and all my niggas was high trying to rewind it
Them niggas was like, "Daaaammnn"
This nigga said that a snot box was a nose
Without stopping the flow and I was like, "Maannnnn"
I swear to God that this nigga's a problem
I think he better than Nas
He's so ahead of his time, you play his music in 0-6
This nigga sound regular now
I heard that he was thugging, had a brother who was thugging
He was sitting on a stoop and he didn't see it coming
They crept up in front of em and
Put the gun to em and, just rewinded em
Yeah, the street's got a code
Cause being loud is old
Silent is gold, smile and unload
No police gotta know
Cause when ya problem is told
Ya problem isn't getting told, that's a no
I just told a couple stories about
The notorious route
That niggas take when they thirst
R.I.P. in

Royce Da 5'9'', Regardless

Royce Da 5'9'', Random Bars

[Background voice:]
Arms, arms, arms, arms
You're now listening to... music
Random bars
That's what we gona' call this
[Background voice:]
I pray for you
This is like a thank you
Thank you
Now rhymes with is electric like appliances
Now let the flying fist wreck it, I insist
I'm here to tap some drawers tap some jaws
Ballin that's for ya'll
I'm here to palm the fucking globe like a bascketball
They told me I was gold I ain't react at all
I'm staying hungry like Em when these hoes actin off
Fuck money but tell the government give me some since they print it
I'm a schizophrenic mental clinic pencil, pen n
Pimp lieutenant living to fight which if you flinch you end it
Quit your pretending you're here to be saved I'm simplely sent to be sinnin'
Your mind is on quitter your vibes on bitter
Check my file my resume is verified on twitter
Your jeans got pussy under it
I'll hang up a sign that says your place with an arrow pointing down and put you under it
You rappin all lies niggas, misery loves company ass, groupie ass, basketball wife niggas
I've been a vet reppin' since eminem's test record
Which was better than any of our enemy's best efforts
And it was just us than, we've been the best, bet than
We've been on top of our green like vinaigrette dressing
You should regroup from the fire
I f your killers resemble keisha from new jack city
Or snoop from the wire
The only beefing I'm doing with pussy is screwing your crew is in ruins
We eating and all you doing is chewing
The only swallowing being done is by your girl
You couldn't digest that you'll probably try n hurl
I got a right hand that's debo cold
Run into it playing and end up with steve o's nose
I will leave you where you're riffin at
Yelling take that while I click and clack, two guns that I nick name this and that
I play the tune of violence for hours
With the same gun that Nas used in I gave you power, rewind and listen back
My shit's a mansion your shit's a shack now check your guns
We can go tick for tack, it's a fact like correct answers
The Damn Drum will leave you in the cam with your samsung
Can't foot in your mouth, without a dam tongue
You plus one on the list at the club with your boy
Don't give right to challenge a pro, you and-one
Nigga I don't got no story
All I know is that I'm quick to pop n that put that boy in a hole turn his body to a suppository
While Ya'll hard I'm rolling alone
I get your broad pregnant than I pay to abort it with a card over the phone
If people could endure royce more I'm so in the zone
Speak with your indoor voice boy, lower your tone
So now the sky's the limit
My shades cover eyes that are windows to a soul this private hoe, mind your business
Your Contract's on the table looking like a tarnished napkin
My contract's on the table looking like the Donalds taxes
Yeah, you niggas acting real light skinned
Stick a knife in your right hand
Tell you sit your five dollar ass down before I make change, ask yo ass
What you say nigga? Ight then...
Now I'm a pen percs executive, I call you a
Draw the line and let you insert the explitive

Royce Da 5'9'', Raw

[Chorus: scratches by DJ Revolution]
("Raw!") ("R.A.W.")
("Give it to ya – raw!") ("R.A.W.")
("Give it to ya - raw!") ("R.A.W.")
("Give it to ya - raw!") ("R.A.W.")
("Give it to ya - raw!") ("Gon' give it to ya..")
[Checkmate]
Raw.. love and war.
I'ma give it to ya.. let's go..
Raw, imperial cats is wieldin instrumental war
Rap tactical macks perform unspeakable acts
And hope on vengeance, exposin your pretenders
to the laws and battle nature performance under the gun
And we move, with maximum efficiency to your redundant
And shake, we dominate 'em on old fashion, break 'em with a power
like glass jaws, fresh we outta grammar inflict force
We grapple your mental with word tentacles sick
Manipulate your heart rate through brain chemicles slick
I slide through like lubrication on a Latex
Fuckin your thought process hard like date-rape sex
Smokin cigarettes slow and once your cherry glow red
Cause I'ma see the satisfaction in the end
My caliber big time designed to be fatal
And crush a nigga windpipes slow with my cables
They feel this soloist soon, this cat controllin the womb
I'm movin cracks like they body consume
Certified but my ability's skill, license to kill
And carry the heavy weaponry, ill like pentetiaries
RAW! [echoes]
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yo.. it's several different levels to pickin up shovels
and dumpin you in ditches under sea level, frontin you can witness
Let me refreshin you niggaz tell you my position in this
Beef! Leavin you under Venice, opposition finished!
Here it is, we invaded created a Pyramid
of a Haven of names, so blame Dre and that ear of his
So [heavy breathing] breathe, I'd rather REACH for your neck
And I never HEAT you for respect, unless you GREET me wit less
I got a skunk, in my trunk
I'm lyin, I got a pump in my trunk
You dyin, how many lumps niggaz want?
Who's ready for y'all? We ready for y'all
We too incredibly raw, for any artist that said he would draw
I stand firm, and it hurts to live it
You open up that can of worms, I hope you ready for the dirt that's wit it
Defenders of the fame fast, Concise is a Checkmate
The endin of your life, so prepare for your rest date, c'mon
("Raw!") ("R.A.W.") ("RAW, RAW!")
("I'ma give it to ya – raw!") ("R.A.W.")
("RAW! I'ma give it to ya - raw!") ("R.A.W.")
("RAW! I'ma g-give it to ya - raw!") ("R.A.W.")
[Concise]
Let's go.
It's war games and I'm a dominator by nature
Battle machines, chamoflouge greens on your radar
They starvin the artists, bullshit, charge it
Discharge on a target, dearly departed
Raw and uncut, uncooked I'm pure
Price to sell tour, rap sell out stores
Somethin to live for, double my street value
Clear-cut your colony, and balance the economy
I speak in testaments, unleashin pestilence
Light speed, supreme being the Fifth Element
High grade, the most potent, West coast wasps rollin
And build a empire like the Romans
Down by law, raw like a (?)
When I took the bottle to the center of your glass jaw
Defendin number 7, ball ready and write
Most steady on mic, raw like Israel light
Young Lord of the Sound Table, niggaz of the +Knight+
The ruler rough rhyme better known as Concise
We certified original, roll heat
You niggaz is beginners in this rap race runnin with cold feet like.

Royce Da 5'9'', Promise Land

[Sample:]
"Why was they leanin' on me?
Lord I don't
Lord I don't
I don't know why"
[Chorus:]
"People mighty people
Gonna take you to the promised land with me"
This the street radio for unsung heroes
Ridin' in the regal like I'm legal
Com found the new Primo
I got the real Primo
And that ain't my ego
Nigga that's how we do
Teach you (people)
We true
We responsible for what the police do
DC shoe (people, mighty people)
Other guys cover lies
We see through
But otherwise we peaceful
[Verse 1:]
Now nigga picture, Malcolm in 76 and
The outfit I stepped in this bitch with
A bitch cause, alpha omega's the mixture
The alpha-
-bet boys flickin' they flicks for
The irrelevant (people)
Suck my dick bitch
A black man can't be happenin' and rappin'?
Tisk tisk
If perhaps you wanna go against it
I did it my way
You gotta say it's eccentric
Mention my name
Aww man
I make a motherfucker fall right where the law stands
Call Japan
Tell him I'm a put him in a deep hole
You gon' land in Bruce Lee hands
It all depends (people)
Talk we can
I'd rather
See you sweat than see you forget
Cause you thought we glanced
Until we see your
Body in chalk
And it's doin' that little off beat dance
Haha
[Chorus:]
"People mighty people
Gonna take you to the promised land"
This the street radio for unsung heroes
Ridin' in the regal like I'm legal
Com found the new Primo
I got the real Primo
And that ain't my ego
Nigga that's how we do
Teach you (people)
We true
We responsible for what the police do
DC shoe (people, mighty people)
Other guys cover lies
We see through
But otherwise we peaceful
[Verse 2:]
Wake up America
We ain't where we was
Euro's superior
We think that we love
But we not
We hated
We got created
Off of the slave labor like 'didas and Reeboks
Now peep out my (people)
Seek I'll destroy him
Or he will destroy me
I don't employ him
Then he will employ me
This is how the fine line cuts in the real world
Kinda like separating sluts from a real girl
My rhymes the most
Niggas the difference is like cyanide to coke
From Witness, the Islam, Christian to just um
Religious
From Nick 9" to sitcom
I'm shoe shine to lip balm (people)
If I'm
Not your leader then leave me the same way you saw me here
Gaudy gear, Mardi Gras flick, Cartier
This time I hope a nigga don't think I'm tryin' to diss Com
[Chorus:]
"People mighty people
Gonna take you to the promised land"
This the street radio for unsung heroes
Ridin' in the regal like I'm legal
Com found the new Primo
I got the real Primo
And that ain't my ego
Nigga that's how we do
Teach you (people)
We true
We responsible for what the police do
DC shoe (people, mighty people)
Other guys cover lies
We see through

Royce Da 5'9'', On The Road

[Interviewer]
Alright, what would you say is the best part about your career?
[Royce: talking]
The best part about my career is probably being able to
do what I love doin all the time, which is, make music
The negative side of it
is probably just being away from my family so much
Cause I find it, like an MC like myself
One of the many ways I can make money, is to pack up
and just, take my show on the road, youknowwhatI'msayin?
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Tired of the same old hustle
Same old niggaz sayin they is gon' touch you
Foes wanna act up when they with back up
So I pack up and go - yeah, yeah
Niggaz snitchin, niggaz hittin nigga's bitches
This shit here is gettin ridiculous
Me and Vicious in here flickin pictures
Niggaz gettin rich and sittin with them trick bitches
Now picture me locked up for life for
the nigga who controllin the drop in the price or
niggaz askin what I'm in they light for
like I ain't got an army behind me to fight for me
Niggaz money gettin glowed, niggaz gonna get 'bows
And they gonna get sold, on the road
Cause at home they denyin to feel me
Labels wishin that they signed with the real me
Cause now that I rhyme with the feeling
that I am on, is dyin to kill me
But I am a soldier, as I'm gettin older
I'm takin my show on the road
[Chorus: Royce]
You can find me, up in a quiet, town
like Ohio, tyin it down (on the road)
It's nothin, the pump on the block where you come from
Cop and re-up and whyle (on the road)
Like a show you, go and come back with, dough
That's how shit goes (on the road)
And it's nothin to cop or re-up where you come from
It's how shit goes (on the road)
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, yeah
I'ma give it to you 'til you leakin
The problem with me is that I speak with the nine-millimeter
The problem with me is that I ain't equal
Prove it to you, pull you a line out of people
That movie you starrin in is rated R
because I am the sequel
But I'ma be triumphant at least speakin
Ridin through the Chi or the D or the D.C
Movin fifty pounds weekly
Lookin at the south region, thinkin about, am I greedy? (nah)
If I ain't, I don't eat inspired by Hennessy
Ridin in Tennessee (yeah)
Fuck around and meet me
Shuttin down everything from Uptown to up and down Beat Street
But I am a soldier, you know what I'm about
In the drop, I don't slow, when I go, on the road
[Chorus]
[Royce: talking]
Y'knowmsayin?
Like I, I see hip-hop goin forward
Y'know you got, people buyin into, basketball teams
And, all types of crazy shit, y'knowmsayin?
So, I see a lot of people
being able to provide for they families
A lot of, Black people who would otherwise be out of work, havin jobs

Royce Da 5'9'', ON THE BOULEVARD

(Chorus)
I've been trying so hard,
To erase the scars,
Of living this life,
On the boulevard.
(Oh on the boulevard)
(Adonis)
Every morning Kenny wake up 'bout 5 am,
And jog about seven miles before class start.
Had dreams of being the next superstar,
Like that boy who sang Bo'.
Kenny's ambition was crazy,
In his heart he was determined to get it,
So he stuck wit' it.
Six days out the week kenny hit the track,
With his goals set high, he ain't turning back.
Lost one too many of his friends over goods and crack.
Kenny put it in his mind there's something better then that.
His daddy called him flypaper the way he stuck to the track,
His momma said "it's your time baby you can't turn back."
And through all the blood, sweat, and the tears,
Kenny promised the fan for 40 years
To come, got to get it.
He shall prosper,
Jumping hurdles in life 'til the next one pop up.
(Chorus)
I've been trying so hard,
To erase the scars,
Of living this life,
On the boulevard.
(Oh on the boulevard)
(Royce Da 5'9)
Every morning Kenny wake up at 9 AM,
Hit the traphouse and stay there til it's 5 AM.
I call that trappin' pages.
He always holdin his dick, always busting off,
But I don't call that masterbation.
He all about heart.
And you will never hear "Oh my god they killed Kenny",
Bitch this ain't South Park.
This the dirty mittens scurvy conditions,
Workers is stealin, stealers is workin.
You only as real as the nigga you murdered.
Bullets fly to your chest leak,
Treat you like you a crownless chess piece.
Middle finger never up, that's a substituted waste.
Why would he do that when can just tell you niggas "Fuck You" to your face?
He could fill up y'all with philly's boulevard bully,
To pull your card with no regards for the laws, wearing a hoodie.
Police on his trail, he toss the bird,
Roll his window down like "Can I help you office-errr?"
I've been hustlin' for so long.
The streets just won't leave me alone.
It's a battle I've got to win.
I can't give in.
(Chorus)
I've been trying so hard,
To erase the scars,
Of living this life,
On the boulevard.
(Oh on the boulevard)
(Outro)
Bound for destiny, for greatness
Yet they both struggled with the 9-7
As evidence they were meant to be more
Yet they can't seem to finally find the score
Cuz the game they played was rigged from the beginning
And in the end I sit on the sidelines and cry

Royce Da 5'9'', On Fire

[Intro: Crooked I]
Okay!
What we have here?
It's what the game been talkin'...
SLAUGHTERHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUSE! {BRING IT BACK! } [scratches]
[Intro: Crooked I]
Okay!
What we have here?
It's what the game been talkin'...
SLAUGHTERHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUSE! {Whoooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
Okay! [shot]
[Crooked I:]
This is true!
Militant mind state and the villains concealing the 9 wait. - It's a zoo! [gunshot]
I'm chilling with primates, I'm a fool!
You feeling it? I ain't play gorilla I'm a real as the crime rate. [scream]
It's so cool! - My right jabs on the right track
It'll slide you sideways go get your ice pack. [shot]
That's what the fights bought, big, punch your lights out
Go pay your utility bill get your sight back. (huh?)
All I got is a bunch of weaponry everywhere
When I was a kid I used to machete my teddy bear.
Friday the 13th? - Nah, nigga was never scared
Sleeping on Elm's Street if somebody tell me Freddy there. [Vincent Price laughs] (yeah!)
See I'm a whole 'nother animal!
With a mechanical trap jaw - highly flammable [dogs growing]
Soon as this cannibal track yawn
I split your cantaloupe, Hannibal Lechter with a hacksaw. - I rap raw! [scream]
Go in the zone till I'm outside of my body
Your body get outlined in white powder when bullets [gunshot] come outside of the shotty. (ha!)
Try to hide in your hotel I'll Al-Qauda
Your lobby then I'll smile at your hotty. [Tarzan shouts] (EM: Whoo!)
Put a ride on my side like Clyde riding with Bonnie
Check out the way I pimp mommy!
After my snake charm her!
She get wet now I'm folding paper (paper!) that's slimy tsunami and origami. (yeah!)
Yes! - The best ever!
I'm hot as West weather when you dressed in your sweater vest and you best leather.
I pull buttons and press levers
I'm backwards as a dyslexd letter, jet setter - etcetera! [gunshot]
Catch you boy on planet COB,
Go fuck yourself give your hand a job!
Like Nikel 9's brother - the kids Vishis
I own half a beauty salon so you know I'm with splitting the wig business. {Whooooooooooooooooooooo}
[Royce Da 5'9":]
I got a big dick, bitch! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
What? - That ain't no punchline, I just a got big dick, bitch! (whooo!)
'Bout big business,
Slaughterhouse! - You and your clique gettin' with this. [gunshot]
Y'all at the movies wearing blindfolds
Get, it? - That means you ain't seeing the big picture
I find irony in being the headed rapper decapitating
I'll get Rihanna on a track and won't even rap on it.
Just let her moan to the song whilst I'm masturbating
You the best rapper? Homie congratulations! [scream] I'd rather be known for felonious ratchet waving.
(pop, pop, pop, pop!) You deep, we deeper
But we married to these streets but - we don't jump brooms we just carry street sweepers!
Hell yeah! Detroit city? I'm felt there!
Leave a brain elsewhere! - It's the name on the card to my health care.
I'm hard! - You facades
Piss me off! - I put your thoughts on your broad. [scream]
You fucking screamer - later with your tough demeanour
Ya fruit! - I V-8 juice your fucking team up!
Give me 50 feet! (come on!)
Why you acting? All brand new 50's teeth!
Got the bullets looping I pull it the clip repeats - WITHOUT THE DJ!
I got more gunshots in the Glock - than Whoo Kid got [gunshot] in that instant replay.
Ooo, you thought that was a diss to Fif'? Than {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
You stupider than Muslims looking for gifts on Christmas. {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
Clip-out! - 'Bout to stick my dick in, the hole
In the handle, how you gon' walk [gunshot] a mile in my shoes? (whooo!)
I'm walking on water and Moses and over sandals,
Giving boxers is the opposite of going commando! [Tarzan shouts]
That's right; I put a bunch of boxers on your ass, boy!
I'm fly! - [? ] is my handle!
I'm from the metropolitan [blast] rock bottom, if I spot 'em, I got 'em!
She wanted to swallow when I shot it - but that's not my problem.
She's your wife she just my concubine'n
She like to holla Ryan whilst I'm behind it like she my momma mind it. [scream]
Willing to get more physical than the lacrosse team
Blunt so big look like we just rolled up the swamp thing! (EM: Whoo Whoo!)
I'm high feeling like I should be higher,
I ride like Michael Myers, wire ride like a bike with no tires! (EM: Whoo! WHATTA FUCK? !)
No case to fight with no priors
Say good night! - Nickel 9 and Crooked I's on fire...
[Outro: Royce Da 5'9"]
That's right!

Royce Da 5'9'', October 20th

[Freestyle over Bishop Lamont & Xzibit's: "Hallelujah" beat.]
[Intro]
Pawn Hex Murda we love you!
Nick gooooooo!
Ayo Vidge!
You know I like uhmm...
Tha "Bar Exam" we have, I'm the shit, fool!
Aight! I got a, I got another...
If you disagree you can suck my gun cock!
Hahahaa!
October 20th!
Aaaahhh!
[Verse:]
Niggas be computer screen thuggin' until I find their IP, (uhhh!)
My blueprint - "D.O.A"! - No ID! (uh-huuh!)
My music - awesome! - Untouchable! - Uh-uh!
Your music - aweful! - So touchable! - Uh-ha!
Me and my nigga Hex Murder and did crazy dirt, (c'mon!)
Before I kill him, I bait him! - Ladies first!
Alota talking from niggas that's never visible, (hahaa!)
It make you say: "Hmmmm! " Like you did the first
Time that you saw the end of that "Forever" video, (SOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)
Hehe! - Pen in pocket
Anytime that it is poppin'! (ugh!)
Uh! - Pound to Slaughterhouse, now we the trending topic, (cats!)
Y'all WACK! - Now tweet about that!
Y'all rats go eat a mousetrap! (whooooooo!)
I'm a monster! - So how can I respond ta?
What if you check it's vital signs! - It's not responsive! (BLLLLAAAMMM!)
Niggas is dead I got a dig to touch him,
But real relevantly I will, I used to kill for nothing! (whooo!)
I used to sit at funerals like I can't feel for nothing,
Y'all def-initely don't know who you are playin' with like you call knicks! (AAAAHH-HAAAAA!)
You heard how I flip that shit! I'm the best, face it; BITCH!
I take a hater moment away from him Taylor Swift! [sniff]
Lota talking been being done, huh?
I'm in da dungeon, I'm sippin' conundrum!
I'm cut out your son tongue! - Umm, you soup like Won Ton!
Umm, my Uz' weigh one tonne! - BOYAKA! - Run, run! [gunshots]
[Outro:]
Hex Murda this one for you my nigga!
Lota talkin' bin being done!
"Street Hop" in stores October 20th! [beat stops]

Royce Da 5'9'', Nobody Fuckin' Wit Us

[Bun B:]
Let's get it started like transmission and alternators
Got the keys in the cage ready for who you call the greatest
Takin 'em down from the biggest bitches to smallest haters
I'm 'bout to serve these niggaz, call 'em waiters
Got my mind right, money right, ready for war
And I got the C4, under my competitor's car
These niggaz runnin 'round talkin 'bout they better than moi
When I'm done all that's gon' be left bitch is ya head and ya bra
Bitch I'm ahead of the pack, and I'm ahead of the game
And I put yo' head on a platter you put some shit on my name
Bitch I'm the shit, see the stains that I done left on the track?
And I ain't sayin no names but I left the best on they back
And they ain't sayin no names so I gotta say it myself
I'm finger fuckin this game so you gotta play with yourself
Don't pull a K off the shelf, or pull a strap out the stash
I ain't gotta draw the pistol, I will chop at yo' ass
I just let the hands of God toe-tap on you fast
Leave you mashed like potatoes on the top of the grass
Call the coppers to catch me and they'll just tell you to drop it
I'll find you sooner or later, and they can't do shit to stop it
Got that thang and I'm a pop it like a bubble on the double
I am trouble in the flesh, you can't see me with the Hubble
We ain't wishin these niggaz good luck, go get a clover
This Bun B, it's "B.E. 3, " this shit is over
[Crooked I:]
SLAUGHTERHOUUUUUSE! (Whoo, Kiiiiiiiid!)
[Joe Budden:]
Look at ya man look back at me, yeah I know, sickenin huh?
Few got a Porsche with only two doors, need to upgrade cause you missin some
We just got two different bills, different styles, different sums
Started as a drive-by, ended as a hit-and-run
Stop me in the streets, let it be properly when you greet
Fuck lookin for me, I'm on your property if it's beef
Not for robbery of ya piece, it's lobomomy with my peeps
That comraderie is usually sodomy for the beat
'Less my critics put a lens on them, so I could look through it
Shut the fuck up, probably mean that you too shook to do it
We'd see two pennies to your name, yet you so saucy
When I fix this game you can "Thank Me Later" for it, no Aubrey
Switch my demeanor up I'm, off my 380 shit
My, future's bright, stars is by my head, baby shit
Make me sick, what you eat don't make me shit
Found out the reason they hate me is my God-like presence, must be athiest
While all of the frauds in rap is talkin swag put a fork in that
Slaughter's back, listen nigga I got houses all across the map
Even got a Boston pad, got this bitch from Boston bad
Well put her in a wrestlin move, but I heard she got that "Boston Crab"
Batteries in your back, go by what he say
Just need you to know that it's no lee-way, and the tables are turned, go DJ
So you know what that blindfold's for
That bloodshed's a secret, let's keep it behind closed doors
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9":]
Who you said was dope again?
Ay, it ain't nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us
Who you said was hot again?
Ay ay, it ain't nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us
Who you say could spit again?
Ay, it ain't nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us
Who you say was dope again?
Ay ay, it ain't nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us
[Crooked I:]
I'm the present and the future
Like Christmas in 2012 I'm the present in the future, an executive producer
You will never get to choose ya destiny cause you a pessimistic loser
Mess with me and I'll definitely shoot ya
I'm a do's ya like I'm reppin the Yakuza
Die hard like I'm sexin with Medusa, do somethin nigga
Born thuggin, I don't fuck with the cock
Nuts hang down my pant leg, balls tucked in my socks
I ain't gotta act tough to get a couple of props
Little nigga raised hisself, I don't know what's up with my pops
Do I think I'm the dopest, in America? I do
Make you switch your whole style like you're datin Erykah Badu
Pair of Ferragamo shoes, I will stomp you
I'm fucked up, like the relationship between Farrakhan and Jews
I'm spankin this instrumental, like a wrinkly old bitch
I'm whippin the kick and snare, make 'em pick they own switch
I'm smarter than computers that know how to fix they own glitch
I'll leave you face down, like chicks who lick they own tits
And from this day forward, Crooked is aging backwards
Gettin younger and fresher, puttin bums under some pressure
Yes sir! Watch the next Slaughterhouse album
Every line is white powder, I ain't talkin 'bout talcum
I am tighter than "The Biggest Losers" cruisin in a Smart car
Distinguished alkie, the flask on the armoire
I'm from the home of the most popular bomb weed
Most proper, hoes rock with my partners who top seed
Po' vodka, we gon' bottle pop in the calm breeze
No copper can stop a COB star - I'm a giant
Dumpin my cigar ashes out on top of the palm trees
Chrome chopper, if I squeeze you drop on the concrete
You wanna talk about the paper? Oh let's do it
Batter pocket syndrome, the money we gon' abuse it
Still gettin out-of-town paper so don't confuse it
Tell the hip-hop cops nah, it's only music
And haters steady eavesdroppin on "The Bar Exam"
Probably in your trunk now dependin on what car I ram

Royce Da 5'9'', No Talent Rappers

[Intro: Juan]
Whoo! Whattup Billy Nix?
Yeah, it's your man Juan!
Yeah (yeahhh yeahhh yeahhh) Street Lord Mafia
It's your man Juan, "The Real Me"
Go get that, in stores everywhere
This a monster kid (yeah) whattup Kino?
[KRS-One: x4] "No, talent, rappers!"
Whattup Bo? Yeah, yeah, spit sixteen
Yeah, alright.. yeah
[Verse One: Juan]
I fell in love with hip-hop, I wanna rap cousin
That's when he gave me a brick, told me wrap some'n
Crack some'n, act some'n, pack some'n, stack some'n
Gat some'n, back stuntin, don't make me clap some'n
I tell niggaz once, then I'm back bustin
Gats dumpin, that's nothin, pass me the bag young'n
I beat niggaz bloody - weak niggaz swear they thugs
'til they mugs full of blood, they say J nutty
We never rock bottom, I'm on the block whylin
Flock niggaz stock pilin, squads out the drop clownin
On my 7-digit, bitch you will never get it
Spittin like that, I'm in the kitchen writin raps
with the cheddar sittin, by the glocks and the grams
and the box of seran, in the bakin soda vision
where pots and the pans, rockin a slab
Niggaz swear they the shit 'til they rottin in a bag
[Chorus: Royce]
"No, talent, rappers!" [x8]
You hearin the beat nigga
Real niggaz here witchu Juan
Cutty, Mack, me, Five, Nine
Nigga streets is mines...
Ride out! C'mon, c'mon
Yeah, the M.I.C.! Yeah, regardless
Yeah, yeah, street BOYS!
[Verse Two: Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, I'm in the drop with the top up with cash
Mashin the pot with the glock in the stash
You boxin you possibly got you a shot in yo' ass
Dropped in a box in the trash
Chopped into pieces, stabbed with the top of you leakin
Feet from the opposite half of you reekin
Cops with they badges, keep 'em
I stock 'em for cheap (yeah) charges get dropped
quick as I could get knocked then I'm back on the streets
The untraceable track, mop and the bleach (yeah)
It's a check if he gets on it, spits on it
Wreckin the next nigga destined to flip on it
For that paper with the dead presidents on 'em
Best flow nigga put yo' neck and your wrist on it
A soldier be rollin for dolo, for dollars
Yo' flow to mines is, like a Rover to and Impala
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Cutty Mack]
In a spot in a lab - and killin niggaz
is somethin that's probably tagged on a block with the mag
While the track spittin mad, killin whole staffs
Whip opponents, I'm choppin the whole car in half
I'm a gangsta nigga, if I can't care nigga
Shank a nigga, make a nigga shakin 'til he skatin in a
ambulance with the sirens off, in the Benz whippin off
Let my little young'ns take the tires off
Real hip-hop (snitches get dropped)
Cocaine, get rock, operation skip watch
I spit it street cause it's in me
I know "Death is Certain" so I merk a nigga 'fore he merk me
Niggaz act silly, 'til you catch 'em sizzling
Put the semi-slugs in 'em 'til he shit and pissin Remy
I'm a nut punk, bust pump, snatch trunks
Mashed up, smack chumps, look at 'em like "AND WHAT!"
[Chorus]

Royce Da 5'9'', No Coming Back From That

[Freestyle over The Clipse & Cum'ron's: "Popular Demand" beat]
[Verse:]
Nigga I will rap a circle 'round, rap a circle 'round rap you
I navigate with wizardry through out the Earth around you. (Earth around you!)
Shout-out to Drake! No bitch could be the "Best I Ever Had" (ever had...)
My candy cane dick and mint balls - but she ain't suckin' if her breathe is bad!
Sufferin' Succotash right now I'm bubbling fuack her past
Google me hoochie goopy! - Watch what I come up, ass! (come up, ass!)
I'm the man in this bitch! - So bide the man in this bitch!
Now bitches want my intention like the Canibus diss.
You ain't got no mechanical mandible quit handeling dick
We liked you before the army now we ain't a fan of your shit!
You know my mad pop, Detroit is my back drop
Now shut your ass up and go have some sex with your laptop,
Ha! - You too nerdy I'm too scurvy
One gun pointed at your head, my silhouette - lookin' like two-thirty!
The only thing in this life I can't fight. - I'm violence!
"Bar Exam 3" droppin' same night - the fight is.
While you're sleepin' I'll take a knife and aim right for your eyelids, (SLAUGHTERHOUSE!)
Right! - I got an insane cypher!
And if you step in my lane claimin' you ain't nicer,
I'm a be whipin' your brains off of my range whipers!
I won't handle you, the .357 got handled dude
The barrel stick out, longer then the handle do!
I'll shoot you - your crew
And the cops riding with you!
I got issues! - They call me shot five nickle!
I'm equivalent to the psychical lock by a pitbull.
To rip is impossible! - Rock a pinnacle drinking!
The opposite of sublimal thinking! - Compared to y'all I'm a dawner, a criminal kingpin!
I see why these niggas wanna run!
When I invite them to the lonliest place in the world one on one.
And tell your mama, I'm a balla!
Matter fact tell your mama I'm a call'er!
Hurricane flowin' like water! - I'm grounded like Katrina
I'm sound like a felon of New Orleans allow me to go
Deyon Wallrick! (Wallrick!)
And make a - prediction - for the - future drama, I'm for it,
You dissed melodic artists; I bring all of my private parts to your
Private party and stick 'em inside your daughter!
Psychotic aura, the hat on my head is not a Fedora,
The reason why your wifey's bottom is sore'a! (sore'a!)
Benzino the hardest nigga? You know don't know off a hammers!
You know him for talkin' shit with no way behind the cameras!
I blam at ya, I damage ya! [beat stops] - Wait! Did I just say blam at ya and I damage ya?
[beat starts] Fuck it! These niggas amateurs! (amateurs!)
I handle toasters, I'm feelin' like my granny's closer,
And your bitch can fill a pee'n like Emani Poster!
Walkin' around with hand-held ovens,
That ring! - And change your color like Sammy Sosa.
I'm sick of man who groser!
I spit it from the stomach with a' osa and if you want it, you can come in closer!
And experience the taste of a knuckle sandwich
Waste your father, waste you mother. - Fuck your parents!
Play with me you know you playin' on all mattend
You're all latin till your potato get all gratined!
You're all phoney Tony Montana 'til I stick you
In the dirt and call you Irf Tone - like fall fashion!
Haha! - Pardon, I had to laugh at that one,
Usually I laugh at rappers,
Wrap both of my hands around their Adam's apples and squeeze
Until they see the light inside the tabernacle! - No coming back from that one! [echoes]
[Outro: female speaks]
You know Royce gon' kill all of you niggas, right?
Hahh!

Royce Da 5'9'', Nickel Nine Is...

Uhh-uhh uhh uhh, yeah homeboy
Two gangstas, whattup Smut Peddlers?
My man Milo, yeah yeah yeah
Whattup Ruckus? We gangstas, yeah
Niggaz don't know me, call me heat
That's all you know is these verses, these names
Nigga nigga nigga
Nickel Nine is - me, not, them
This is - him, not, they
Royce, Reef, double, R
Beef is close but trouble's, far
Nickel Nine is what the rhyme is
I put my time in, nigga Nickel Nine is
Uhh uhh - me, not, them
This is - him, not, they
Yo, he is.
The reason why the funds is dizzy
Money continuously spendin, round and around like a frisbee
My runs is sticky from, the second-hand smoke
from outta the guns they busy, EHH-EHH-EHH-EHH come get me
He is - quick on the draw, same nine
that I used when he thought I copped it and popped it at the same time
Shit, carry tools, you gotta
The streets is over-populated with niggaz who cheap, like Andrew Goulatta
Royce and Reef, double R
When the gutterest beefs meet with the troubled bar it's nothin but heat
Niggaz I'm in and outta this booth, like Clark Kent for the youth
Flyin with the NARC proof tint for the Coupe
Niggaz be trippin a lot, so I keep the longest clip in a lock
Hit you while you loadin the clip in the glock
like BLAOW! No life, no breath
The only games I play is "Umi Says" like Mos Def (nigga)
Over-protected, heed the poet's connections
When it goes in effect the only thing froze is the necklace
That's it, keep the gat by me, I'm that rowdy
So none of you's can see me like Jack Ponty
None of you niggaz bad as me, I got a +Mobb+
and we +Deep+ like Hav' and P, so get a job! (uhh)
My shoes is, nine and a half, size is too big
For every thug nigga listen and they noddin his head
You better know that, he is a motherfuckin throwback
Rap niggaz nowadays is so wack, wish I could go back
Shit is undone; so I spend money like
it's more from where it came, even more where it didn't come from
The time it took to write this, I could be sellin twice this
Some white shit like, my venom is drivers priceless
My goons they'll put you away
And if it's heat then it is no beef, homie I'll cook you today (c'mon)
I got niggaz like, "That's Eminem's man, ain't it?"
Like that's my name, like I changed it when my man became famous
By the way, you ain't beefin with Slim, you beefin with US
So, stay out the magazines, keep it (shh shh) hush, okay?
These motherfuckin rappers is hilarious dawg
You never too big for that box cause the area's small
And you'll fit (yeah) six feet deep is where you will sit
Bring your crew, I'll turn sixteen deep into a trip
To the sky (sky)
Yeah, you don't wanna hover
Your mommy wouldn't like it
Whattup Proof? My nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, Nickel Nine is what the rhyme is
I put my time motherfucker Nickel Nine, is
Nigga, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, Wall Street
My nigga X-Gov, Tre' Little, Shecky Green

Royce Da 5'9'', New Money

[Intro: sample of Beastie Boys' "The New Style"]
And on the cool check-in
Center stage on the mic
And we're puttin it on wax
It's the new style!
[Royce Da 5'9":]
New money, quite powerful mic module
Green ducats, black models, white bottles
Packed house, you lookin at the wrong nigga
Long digits, we can bet the farm who farm bigger
Once I go in my zone, I could leave my jewelry at home
I glow on my own, you can go in my phone
You gon' see some numbers of bitches that's so into me
A couple you might've fucked before, mentally
I don't snitch, furthermore I tour {? }
It's death before dishonor before misery
Let us know it - we don't make it rain no more
We pull out them dollars and let her throw it
We gettin new money, let us blow it
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" (Iyana Dean)]
{"New! New! "}
[Royce Da 5'9":] I'm soundin like new money to me, {"New"} money to me
[Royce Da 5'9":] {"New"} money to me, {"New"} money to me
[Iyana Dean:] You shinin like new money to me, {"New"} money to me
[Iyana Dean:] {"New"} money to me, {"New"} money to me
[Royce Da 5'9":] Whoa!
[Royce Da 5'9":]
No iller, flow realer, go-rilla
I'm no killa, dope dealer, I'm so Dilla
[Interlude: Iyana Dean]
United we stand, divided we fall, let's pray
Any, legend, you know, we gon' miss you
Missing your life, turn up the lights
Lighters hiiiiiiiiiigh!
[during Interlude: Royce Da 5'9"]
Lighters, cell phones, whatever you got
Put it up in the sky for the legendary J Dilla y'all
Lights high!
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Uhh, you hoes can bring it, old school chosen English
Frozen bling and throw-in singles
Y'all niggaz, pray that your babies come out havin good hair
I pray mines have all they toes and fingers
We are different, point blank, distant
It's just meant you rappin 'bout what I just spent
As far as hip-hop's concerned you all the same
A bunch of mohawks, skinny jeans and wallet chains
A bunch of dancin beefin street blogger lames
So don't get mad at the king if I should call your name
The new cartel - the doc pop the tag off my ass
When I was born, my momma pussy had the new car smell
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9":]
With no booth, the flow through, I'm so truth
I'm sittin in pudding right now, I'm so +Proof+
[Interlude]
[during Interlude: Royce Da 5'9"]
One more time, hands in the AIR!
For the legendary, Proof!
Detroit baby, lights high!
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Uhh, Lord willin, 2Pac with more feelin
Your boy's a giant, I step the floor ceilin's
More drinkin, more spillin, poor thinkin
You keep it one hundred, I keep it more Franklins
I keep it one thousand
I keep, buyin and buyin, while you lookin around until you done browsin
Ha, I put my money where my mouth is (yes!)
Gentlemen's bet, no gentleman 'bout this
Non-regional dialect and outfit
I'm on my West, Midwest, East, South shit
I'm all about chips, with my swallow mouth bitch
Signin out, P.S. (Slaughterhouse) BITCH!
[Chorus]
{"New! New! New! "}

Royce Da 5'9'', My Own Planet

[8 seconds instrumental]
[Bridge: Royce Da 5'9"]
Uh! - Right of the rip,
Nobody could fuck with me.
I'm out of space, mind
And body my soul and so on. (so on!)
Mami, I'm fly is an understatement... [kiss]
Come to greatness! (Hey!)
[Chorus: Mr. Porter]
I'm on my owwwn planet.
I'll do my owwwn thing.
Then turn around and pat myself on the back. (for doing good!)
I don't need nobody else.
I'm gon' do it by myself.
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts. - It's all gooood! It's all good. (HEY!)
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Right of the rip nobody is quite like me.
You gonna need a NASA spacecraft to sight me. (sight me!)
If you don't like me, bite me.
I could give a fuck, less fightin excites me.
Leanin' on the moon with a Patron 5th playin' my own shit, (own shit!)
And I sound terrific.
I'm not cocky, I'm beyond that.
It's time to start another hobby, I'm beyond rap. (beyond rap!)
Run and tell your baby daddy and your son Ray
I'm hot! - I sunbathe on the sun babe. (whoo!)
I'm the one on the one way
Hands and pretty long legs from the runway. (runway!)
My nigga Notty is a genius!
You gonna need a ladder just to climb on my penis. (on my penis!)
Got two words for the rap game
FUCK Y'ALL!
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Right off the rip, you thought it was a rap for me
Didn't you? Go 'head and admit it, hater! (hater!)
Cold as ice I'm a living refrigerator.
The reason hip-hop's breathin the defibrillator. (defibrillator!)
I did a bid just for drunk drivin'
It'll never happen again cause now I'm drunk flyin'. (flyin'!)
I'm an innovator!
When I say I'm on Venus I don't mean that I'm thinkin' to the tennis player. (whoo!)
I'm on Saturn where you don't matter,
Alone, I'm past the zone where your phone scatters. (scatters!)
"Hello? " - Can you hear me now?
You don't got a fuckin choice!
Elbowed my way into everybody's conversations
With rhymin', timin' and patience, now I'm in space,
Bitch! - I use to have to be on some watch what I say shit
But now you gotta TAKE IT!
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden:]
They - say a closed mouth don't get fed
I say a closed mouth don't give head.
On the flip side, know a close fifth don't get bread
And if you swing it then you gon' get lead.
Boy I put 'em in a panic! - Got 'em all frantic.
Overlook my antics, you'll see that I'm a throwback.
Hip-Hop Stand Smith! (Stand Smith!) - But it lessen my love;
The so-called rulers - ain't quite measuring up. (up!)
Now lemme give the chicks a message
Bit of X, she'll tell you that the dick is precious. (precious!)
3 words - "Get over it! "
And if you speak mine, mention I could trip over it. (trip over it!)
Low key, like my name to big for the bill
Barry White style, get it in? - STILL!
Plus I'm on the high you can't fit in the pill,
But I try anyway. - We gon' die anyway! - Ya heard?

Royce Da 5'9'', My Friend

A man is defined by his (Boing!)
Catch my drift
I got to keep it raw
The most anticipated
I got to keep it raw
Yo, my is there for me, we like brothers
Over the years we've grown close, just like one another
I got a lot of friends, none as loyal as him
I give a lot of love, none as spoiled as him
The one friend you always wanna be nice to
Besides, you kept me out of trouble in High School
Close and distant, and hard in most positions
He knows, and listens and needs no description, hangin' wit two nuts
That can always depend on eachother when one them's feelin' used up
Born at the same time in the same place
Twins wit the same mom, but not the same face
Fatigues from the same game, we gotta equally maintain
We feed from the same brain
We grew together and I considered you all mine
You delivered in hard times, I love my (Friend!)
It's the longest waited
The most anticipated
I gotta keep it raw
The bitches up on it
Betta believe that
My (Friend!)
It's the longest waited
The most an-an-ticipated
I got to keep it raw
The bitches up on it
Betta believe that
My (Friend!), I never leave home without you with me
Here for the hoes just out to get me
Even when it's sticky your still wit me
You stick wit me, you must be my (Friend!)
A handy-tool, you never lay around the house
A family jewel, too priceless to count him out
The power to keep you grinnin', a thug mentality like me
'Cept he only beats wit women
I need him for the health, I guess I'm a bit abusive
I choke him up and beat him when he's thinkin' for himself
Somethin' I really don' love doin, cuz I feel guilty and try to make it up to him
My (Friend!), down for him, he's down for me
And even when he's runnin' his mouth, you hear sounds from me
I speak for the two of us everyday
What's mines is his, we share everyday
And if you wearin' lipstick, wear the same stick
You look like a rainbow whenever you change it
The power to beg and always were a hat
And a raincoat when it's damp and shower's ahead
He adores me, that's all it was
That's why he do things without me, like fall in love
The Game is ready to test the sharks
But he's too vicious, that's why he never left my heart
It's too late he grown now
The two of them probably wouldn't even get along now
Cuz of the time, ladies wanna get it on now, cuz of the rhyme
And we can take 'em, one at a time, in front of the line
I can rub it in his face, he'll never rub it in mines
Besides, it ain't because of the fives, it's because of the nines, my
(Friend!)
The-the-the most anricipated
I got to keep-keep it raw
I love my (Friend!)
It's the longest waited
The most anticipated
I got to keep it raw
The bitches up on it
Betta believe that

Royce Da 5'9'', Murder

[Royce Da 5'9":]
I got a phone call
Six in the morning, anonymous, that said
"Yeah nigga, we got him" and then they hung up
Then I looked down at my iPhone
At the private number saying "Who the fuck is this" to the dial tone
I said fuck it, the next second my phone buzzes
My nigga's wife said niggas just ran up on cousin
What niggas? She said it was some rappers from Ohio
That been out here north of Atlanta bone thugging
Ran up on him and did what then?
She said they stomped him at the club then pandemonium erupted
[Woman singing:]
Murder
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Going through my mind, is she telling me shots was fired
Them Ohio niggas is rock supplying
Heated, stop answering, start spending them niggas calls
Every time he went to see him he went in them rented cars
So it was even harder to find him so they figured
They'd go to the D tomorrow and surprise him
Did they kill him? "Nah, they only shot a couple times
Heard they was hitting walls." The nerve of these niggas' balls
Who was he with? "He was with Tre"
He in the hospital too? "Nah." Needless to say, call you back
I called up Tre, Tre answered, I said
Hey man, keep it real fam, why the fuck you still standing?
He said, "Nickel I'm a killer, not a fighter
So I got up out the way because my weight's a lot lighter
Them niggas was big so I slid but I promise on my kids
We can get them, I know where them niggas is"
Where them niggas at then? I heard what their crew do
Real niggas, if y'all was in my shoes what would you do?
[Woman singing:]
You going murder
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Jumped up, pumped up, feeling like Manson Malvo Groucho
My bitch staring out me, I'm out though
I ain't visting cause in the hospital
Till I got at least one of them nigga's chain in my hand like Alpo
Car headed to where Tre at
Eject the BI to put in T.I., skip to (ASAP)
He off of the freeway in the projects
I hit the exit without blinking to thinking in the process
Tre come running out with a fully on some hot shit
I'm like weapons ain't a thing, killing is the object
What was you doing when they was kicking all on my fam?
He said, "Nickel, we about to get them niggas, goddamn
Why you got to be so obnoxious? "
What? Just tell me where them niggas at before I take your ass hostage
He said "Alright. Around six around five
Of them niggas was riding around here in a maroon Crown Vic"
I said alright, pulled out of the lot and made right
You in the car that fit the description, say goodnight
You got to pay the price
Tre said, "There they go in the alley
Sitting in the car they probably blazing right
And they can't see us cause we behind them"
This ain't the time
"But what if this our only opportunity to find them"
I said you right, pulled into the alley and seen two people in front of them niggas' car taking out garbage
I said wait till these people finish, they innocent
Soon as they go back in their cribs we going to finish it
No sooner than a second after
Tre jumps out of the passenger side blasting
Past them niggas we here to kill, hitting them innocent bystanders
Tearing their trash up
Our enemies jumped out of their car waving badges
They all shooting at me, nobody blazing at him
This ain't adding up
Car in reverse, now I'm mashing, leaving Tre behind
Even though it's some questions that I got to ask him
[Woman singing:]
Murder
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Burning rubber away from there in a bullet riddled car
Trying to piece this shit together, hitting the boulevard
If them niggas is the police, what the fuck is Tre?
He ain't dead or in jail by now then he the other way
Snitch or pig, I got to talk to my cousin
That nigga setting me up then I'm a lift his lid
That nigga know how hostile my reactions
I call and try to find out what hospital he at then
Every nigga pickup just laugh when I ask
Have you heard about cause getting smashed maybe I'm the ass then
Head hurting like a motherfucker, looking for a gas station
Now a nigga need a fucking aspirin
I hear a familiar ringtone from my phone
It's my bitch texting me telling me don't come home
I'm thinking damn should I text back, why me
My phone starts ringing it's Tre on the ID
He said, "Them niggas tried to get me but I slid"
He want to tell me in person, meet me at my crib
I said nigga please
I threw the phone out the window rolled over it crushed it into a million pieces
I hit the blinker quick then hit the highway
If I'm a be a target y'all know I'm a do it my way
After I rolled for a few hours I'd say
I was tired after I got out of the tri state
Can't help but feel like another lame exposed

Royce Da 5'9'', Mine In Thiz

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"/Mr. Porter]
Boy, I done warned you
I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
Better listen up close nigga, don't trip
Yo heat's in the car, mine's in this bitch (oh! oh! oh!)
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
I pull up clean, manners of a gentleman, trigger man, etiquette
One felony away from a predicate
That Pa-trón's my medicine
Them stones blowin like they owned by Edison
I am on my better than, everybody tip
Walk up in the club make, everybody strip
Everybody get [gun cocked], the fuck down, this a brrrp, stick up
But I don't want no money, I want your (burp) liquor
I'm a homicidal maniac, I know
Clip full of hollows
Models, swallow, gobble, smoke mad lala
Stretch you out, so bad, you'll be able to kiss your own ass bye bye (muah)
[Chorus: Mr. Porter]
Now boy, I done warned you
I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
Better listen up close nigga, don't trip
Yo heat's in the car, mine's in this bitch
(Oh! oh! oh!), mine's in this bitch
(Oh! oh! oh!), mine's in this bitch
Better listen up close nigga, don't trip
Yo heat's in the car, mine's in this bitch
[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]
What the fuck do you mean, that I can't fuck bitch? Fuck this, I've been dope
Flashy but I don't mean my money, I mean I'm nude under a trench coat
I put the wreck in reckless, the 'sult in insult
When you fuck bitches they be like "uh"
When I fuck bitches they be like "AHHHHHH! "
I'm a fuckin rapist, atheist, say yes, say no, [scream], KO
Aiyyo, I'm a piranha, my pen is in the condom
And you are the vagina, your flow is and ah kinda, so you can blow my anaconda
Treacherous methods, respect my grammar and I [gunshot], oh I made you look
Insane sixteens and crazy hooks
I will fuck up, prostitute raw for I fall
Follow me like I'm Allahu Akbar (rock star)
[Chorus]
[Break: Mr. Porter]
You wanna see where the stars is at (HO!)
We over here, where the bottles at? (HO!)
You want a problem, I'm all for that (HO!)
'Cause you won't make it to the car for that
[Interlude: Mr. Porter]
Now ohh
N-N-Now ohhN-N-Now ohh
N-N-Now ohh, nana
[talking over Interlude: Royce Da 5'9"]
You are now dealin with the biggest criminal in the world
Welcome to Gotham City, it's a star tonight
[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"]
What the fuck do you mean, that I ain't in shape? Go bag Nelly
I go and get me a fat bitch, we gonna slap bellies
I keep a box of rubbers, cock, I got ya covered
That's right I talk to my cock often like "cock, they love ya"
Haha, I walk the block with a oven but not your mother's
I'm talkin about the other, by the way - your mother
I'm terrific, I'm the president, I'm Obama-rific
Make up my own words, I'm the shitidic (I'm the shitidic, [laughing])

Royce Da 5'9'', Merry Go Round

[Hook]
I have tried in vein
Never had success
So it seems my life is nothing but a mess
I have lost, my only friends
Now it seems I have to start again
MERRY GO ROUND
[Verse 1]
My lifes been goin around 'n' round since '95
Went from goin where about to die
Went from callin' my chick a chicken cause she look like she got poultry
Around her thighs
To callin' your piece a chicken cause she got no teeth and she got crow
Feet, around her eyes
How hard are y'all? I got a heart the size of Arkansas
Count to five, these birds gon' hit the ground and they ain't from out the
Went from havin' an outta-this-world-flow, to doin' the pity, or doin' the
Coon dance
To watchin' my good friend Eminem winnin' a moonman
I remember cause I was in New York with all of my boys to start shit
Lettin' 'em stay with me, long story short, they tore my corporate
Apartment
Went from bein a kid addicted to basketball
To bein an ignorent nigga addicted to alcohol
Round and round we go is how this movie would end
Self-proclaimed King of my city, not really just truely the King of losin'
A friend
Who would've thought this goof in the park whos true to his ark would lose
Or win just by givin' his thoughts 'n' views
[Hook]
I have tried in vein
Never had success
So it seems my life is nothing but a mess
I have lost, my only friends
Now it seems I have to start again
MERRY GO ROUND
[Verse 2]
You would hear that Ryan's skilled
Might even hear Ryan kills
You will never hear Ryan Stiles
Here to put the "I" in I'll
My mind is still
Like a merry-go-round spill
Like leavin' only guns to my kids when I'm killed
I got an iron will
Intellect as ion(?), I went from high on pills
To triumph, to hidin' from bills, to buyin buildin's
Then I went from writin' for Dre
To wonderin' if my head was on straight on the sidelines
Feelin' I forgot about listenin' to "Forgot About Dre"
From there I went to about a bottle a day
Tellin' who we know "Get outta my face!" okay I know what Kino said about
I look at Kino to this day like that was a stupid mistake
But if it wasn't for him doin that, what would I be doin today?
If it wasn't for Ca$his sayin' that he gonna beat my ass
Then me and Em prob'ly wouldn't be laughin bout us gettin past it
If it wasn't for me bein outcasted I woulda never been on the underground
Rappin wit SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
[Hook]
I have tried in vein
Never had success
So it seems my life is nothing but a mess
I have lost, my only friends
Now it seems I have to start again

Royce Da 5'9'', Malcolm X

[Royce talking]
D-12, worst fucking rap group ever (You ready?)
Royce Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family of my homeboy Bugz
for lettin' that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened
D-12 though, y'all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man too
Like I was tryna disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna disrespect y'all
'Cause that's what I'm doin' (gun-loading sound) from here on 'n
My new name from now on, don't even call me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'
Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)
I'm Malcolm X now haha, we gon' see who goin, I ain't goin nowhere motherfucker
We gon' see, e'rybody who against me, nigga I'm mad (BITCH)
Haha, yeah, there's only one problem
Everytime you motherfuckers breathe on the mic
It's a motherfuckin' lie nigga, nobody believes you [echoes]
We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN [x2]
Y'all niggaz sound like y'all write y'all rhymes with motherfuckin' crayons, BITCHES
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, what rap crew I gotta snatch up out the game (bitch)
Who must I smack for sayin my name?
Somebody gon' die, it's probably YOU
You couldn't fit Bizarre's body in my shoes
Niggaz quick to talk, all hood 'til I pop up
Plus, you just act tough cause Suge got locked up
I am above y'all, when you droppin your raps to diss me
I only recognize the top of your hats
And I don't like Proof punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck you up
Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up
You better hope you and the white boy keep in touch
And be a good little hype man, or your lease is up
Since Slim signed 50, I don't see your teeth as much
That's good, cause you got a grill like a fuckin truck!
DAMN HOMIE, it's history, over, hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I just wish Eminem would stop tellin' everybody he ain't speakin' to me
Like I'm one of his hoes or somethin'
How 'bout this, I ain't speakin to you, chump
And I'ma keep pickin on your weak ass crew
You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat stutterin fuck
You a joke, I choke whoever buttered you up
I've been ridin by your house, you don't come out too much
You hidin, when I find you I'ma snatch you out of that truck
and tie your fat stankin ass to your couch and just
FEED YOU, you already look like you about to bust
Nigga you can run or hide; I'll be on your porch
with a cheeseburger tryin to lure you outside!
'Cause he's in it, Bizarre say G-g-g-g-g-g-unit
I bet you throw some extra "g's" in it
Just like a stutterin' fool can't reach intelligence
He sweats when he raps, cuz he got a speach impediment
You, BITCH, Porky's pig and Porky's tomb
About to dig his own grave with a fork and spoon
You, BITCH, Denaun and Swifty please
Give it in, both y'all be wreckin' 50's lease
What do I know, that other nigga y'all got in your group
I don't even know his name, but he can shovel my snow
You, BITCH, let's face it I gave it to y'all
My lil' sister got six puppies that's braver than y'all (barking sounds)
Niggaz is startin' the beef I'm 'bout to end with the quickness
I'm 'bout to end this quicker than Bizarre can finish a biscuit
Quicker than quick shit, y'all ain't felt the half
Quicker than Eminem can pinch Elton's ass
Don't call me, I ain't ready to squash it yet, kiss my ASS
I don't wanna talk to Hex, I am so sick I should be compared to cancer
Y'all thought y'all dudes don't swing like Fred G.? Sanford
I be makin' motherfuckers crash they heads when I rhyme
Y'all lil' niggaz crack ya heads then rhyme, go play;
you lil punk ass niggaz, y'all can scream and yell all you want
I feel like I'm battlin' Keenan & Kel
You, BITCH, none o' y'all can put in the card to kill
Paul better call me, like he called Benzino
Matter o' fact, I might even do a song with Ray
Sign with Murder Inc. and hit you with a song again
We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN [x4]
[Royce talking]
I don't even want you lil' punks to think I'm mad
Y'all lil' niggaz are Ninja Turtles, you're nothing
Nothin', you not on my level, I will beat yo bust ass nigga
Tre Little, bring it on
[Tre Little]
Tre Little, the baby gorrilla, I'm just that guy
I'm 5'6", got stacked lines, shit that high, I'm ridin'
FUCK you and your commercial appeal
I turn yo' head into blue 'n yellow +Purple Hills+
I bet you whatever that nobody beats my family
Eminem, Nelly said that he'll eat you like candy
What did you do, got on the phone and called him up
You don't wanna talk to Royce, but you talk to us
You, BITCH, yo' crew some local hoes
I hit you harder than that white girl that broke your nose
You and Royce can squash this with one talk
Step around from your security and talk to that man
I understand you backin' yo' crew, but this my brother
Anythin' that happen to him, somethin' gonna happen to you
And I don't give a fuck for that, nigga, I'll do life
I advise you to stop; yo' money don't buy you stripes
Only thing that money brings is fake niggaz and problems
Followed by niggaz who hate fake niggaz and rob 'em
But you niggaz is WACK; Denaun I'ma stab you
So many times, I'ma feel bad when you collapse!
You niggaz is so BITCH you make me sick to my stomach
Every beat that you ever made sound like it was missin' somethin'
Timbaland lookin' ass, nigga, my style is realer
What producer you ever know only good for album filler
We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN [x2]
[Royce talking]
You!, Yea, punk ass niggaz, yea we in the streets now too, nigga
Big Homie's out nigga, what up
[Tre Little talking]
Yea you studderin ass motherfuckers, what y'all thought
My brother here ain't have no backbone?
Nigga, it's on when I see y'all
Proof what the fuck you thinkin' of nigga, that's cash boy
Need the white boy to get y'all started ass niggaz
Fuck y'all hoes, I told Royce I ain't like that motherfucka
Faggots, I smack the shit outta any one o' y'all niggaz
Sell my bill one nigga
What the fuck y'all thought nigga y'all'll get bought bitch
Street orientated; y'all motherfuckers hate it
Learn how to flow stop bein' mad y'all bitches
Trick, trick, when I catch yo' bitch ass, yea dude
Asked about cash nigga, you comin' to yo' doom
You'll end up like click boom, bitch
Rock City motherfucker, regardless
Get the point bitch, or get the hollows motherfucker

Royce Da 5'9'', Make This Run

[Chorus x2: Pharrell] + (Kelis)]
If you love my niggaz
I'm saying but, if you only love my niggaz
We can make this run, for my niggaz
And if you die, hope you'll fly high
(Don't worry baby, I'll make this money for you)
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Make me an offer I can't refuse, pistol is wild
Pretty face, no mask, undeniably fit for the job
Bitch wit a heart, ready to thump, money is king
Wit my lap on the throne strokin' a cat, runnin' a scheme
[Pharrell]
My niggaz get high off the reefer, and quick to heat ya
If ya feel ya cold-blooded, I got something to heat ya
It's called a hollow tip, dum, dum, follow clip and numb some
If you don't know the language, then don't speak the gun dun
[La Femme Nakita]
Eyes like black chips of glass, little wit an unholy light
Ya chances of survival, like a roll of these dice
Execution style, ski-mask, no smile
Throw the ace, in the hidden safe, up under the towel
[Royce Da 5'9"] + (La Femme Nakita)
We definitely blow, stick wit me, know ya limitations
Speak when spoke up, stay away from the rest of these hoes
You ready to kill (No doubt) these niggaz is jerks
Broke niggaz wit cheap guns, and triggers that work
[Pharrell]
If ya pops share my, cli-ker, carry street sweepers
And hit ya more times than the worthless bitch, on ya beeper
Revenge is that bitch, and she won't come lesser than
So if ya hit me, God'll get me and give me breath again, bitch, get it right
[Chorus x2: w/ (Pharrel ad-libs)]
[Verse 2: Pharrell]
Niggaz wanna see me lying hurt, wanna stain my Hawaiian shirt
'Cause I put it out, they supplying dirt
Two German Black bitches, begging y'all to try and flirt
Rude and twins, and all they rock is iron skirts
[La Femme Nakita]
My bitches got mo's of alley cats, armed wit steel bats
And mo's is stealing stacks, double back, and tally that
When shit go down, don't expect me to run
Never forget dun, two guns, is better than one
[Royce Da 5'9"]
This money is golden, low and behold, blowing holes
Through what I'm standing in front of you holding, niggaz know
Trench coats in Detroit summers, you gotta mean nigga
Wit long guns, you gon' run nigga, run
[Pharrell]
If I die nigga, slit my back so my wings can come out
And fly nigga, sky high nigga, age is my gun
If I keep fuckin' her, I might die wit her
If you shoot me and my wings come out, then that's a fly stitcher
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Stay on ya toes, I got diamonds to watch, frukit niggaz
I took it ol' school, got the 5-9 in the box
Dog, let me catch a nigga eyeing my watch
What I'm firing's hot, just aim, and rely on the dot
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Pharrell]
Fifty karat link-link, mad 'cause ya lead kink
Me and my bitch is frozen, regardless to her pink mink
Freeze ya eyeballs, you don't want a part of that
Cardiovascular, VVS heart attack
[La Femme Nakita]
Would you blast for me, put up the cash for me
Out in the world dodging bullets, become a casualty
For ten bricks shit, twenty-four furs, and ten whips
I flip and sends shit, through bitches appen-dix
[Pharrell]
For my beach fifty grand, I'm laughing at that advance
I spent that at Dolce, on shirts, shades, and leather pants
Million dollar deals, Lord I'm scared my life's changing
Cupid's cousin, money keeping shooting, wit nice aimin'
[La Femme Nakita]
It's no sane, this drug game, flourished, niggaz transform
And hide into courage, but they blows be malnourished
Let's see who get the furbus, bag annoys ass nigga
Extra, like you surplus
[Royce Da 5'9"] + (Royce + Pharrell + La Femme Nakita)
Huh, I come dirt, anyone under one-thirty, ya slapped
Ain't even gun worthy, fuck yo niggaz
I'm the king of this shit, thuggin, let's get these moneys
And make niggaz dearly beloved (I love my niggaz)

Royce Da 5'9'', Make Money (all We Wanna Do)

[Intro]
What wh-wh-what what what, nigga [x7]
Yo.. c'mon with it nigga
This for my nigga right here, strictly for my niggaz
What, turn it up, turn the.. turn the level up
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
All we wanna do is make money
That's all that we wanna do
Long as y'all niggaz don't fuck with us
then my crew don't fuck with you (feel me, nigga bounce)
All we wanna do is make money
That's all that we wanna do
Y'all niggaz, if you think about fuckin with us
then my crew gon' fuck with you
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yo, yo, yo.. how many niggaz wanna be
on the receivin end of a bullet; thugs, keepin it real
Stay heated with steel, I can see dude that you killed
And watch me flee to Brazil
You don't wanna make nothin of this
Naw, I ain't nothin to this, ain't nothin to spit
Fuckin with me gets you nothin but hit
Openin up clutchin the fifth, somethin just niggaz must admit
5'9" nigga with game, knowin all enemy names
Sendin ten at the same shots through ten in your Range
into your brain, hearing at the end of your reign
Uhh, ain't shit sweet
All y'all niggaz gon' know when I finish
that I can get when I put my mind to it
And all y'all niggaz gon' know when I finish
that I can get when I put my nine to it
I'm here to get the goods in mass amounts
Give it back to the hood, pass it out
Get a brand new house, cash it out
Got a problem with it nigga? We can blast it out
You hate this, runnin through holes like shoelaces
Here to make a statement
Even if it means puttin you under the pavement
Drop while I'm foamin at the mouth for dough, money I taste it
Everybody gotta have a heart as core
And it seems that it's always yours
But it never drip-drops in a storm
When it rains it'll always pour (what?)
Y'all niggaz know the deally wit me
All y'all niggaz sound silly to me
And I gotta believe, if you ain't feelin me
That you gotta be harder to please to feel it to me
Feel this, nigga bounce
[Chorus x2: w/ ad libs]
[Royce Da 5'9"]
What, what? We tryna take over the world
Any nigga with ears that can hear or comprehend
Ain't one nigga livin I'm scared of
All my niggaz'll be jumpin in
And for any nigga thinkin that he out of his shit
Snatched out of his whip
Fed to the dogs, get an ultimatum or pick
As to what he wanna get hit by – the rott or the pitt
Up in the 'burbs, chillin with nothin but birds
We cash checks on the third
And when I say that I'm out for the green
You know a nigga mean every aspect of the word
(Yeah) Walk the street
It's a nigga that stalk you, chatterin your teeth
Runnin your mouth until I pull out with the heat
Tellin you that talk is cheap
And it'll cost you true King of the king
Nigga with more beef than a war chief you can't defeat nor beat
Smile at the sight of a thug, then I go right for the blood
This nigga thought he was cold so I hit him with more heat
(Blaow!) Niggaz don't even deserve to breathe
How the fuck is you servin me?
I'm the nigga with the pump ready to dump all nine shots
until your body turn burgundy – want war nigga?
You don't wanna fuck with this, what's all of this
You might as well un-ball your fist
You think the real niggaz fight with fists?
Let me be the first to tell you that it's all a myth
I ain't playin with y'all niggaz, it ain't a game
Real niggaz recognize the real
So when I aim, I aim to hit
And I came to spit shit you feel
Feel this (feel me)
[Chorus] x2: w/ ad libs]
[Outro]
What wh-wh-what what what, nigga [x15]
What, nigga, what, nigga

Royce Da 5'9'', Living Proof

[4 seconds instrumental]
[Intro 1: Male voice]
Don't - stop! (yeah!) [4 seconds instrumental]
Don't - stop! (YEAH!) [4 seconds instrumental]
[Intro 2: Royce Da 5'9" (Male voice)]
Yeah! (Don't - stop!)
Bad Meet Evil is... {Back} [4 seconds instrumental]
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5' 9" {Male voice}]
We 'bout to get into a tail of gunner that details the dungeon
This is the pale moon illuminates the hail and thundering. {don't - stop!}
Oh, once again where I fail from blundering!
Shady lifted his wing than I fell from under it. {don't - stop!}
Now I'm freefallin'! (freefallin'!) - My career is gone and the weed callin'
Regardless of who's fault I was b-ballin'. {don't - stop!}
God bubble wrapped me and dropped me on top of the Earth,
The Marshall double backed and got me from on top of the Hearse. {don't - stop!}
I'm alive nigga!
Justin T. ain't got nothing on me cause I done cried Mary J Blige rivers. {don't - stop!}
I realised that God's with us as soon as I decided
To put that bottle down and - pick up my tie bridges. {don't - stop!}
The writings on the wall. - Since niggas seen me
At the baseball game with Shady and Jay-Z. {don't - stop!}
Suddenly everybody calls: "Like I'm just checking on you dog! "
While I throw up this message on the star! {don't - stop!}
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" {Male voice}]
When them bottles stop poppin'
And them dollars start stoppin'!
Do what you did to get it and don't stop! {don't - stop!}
I made a promise to my momma
I'm a out live her, how can I be a
Quitter when haters don't stop! {don't - stop!}
[Bridge: Royce Da 5'9" {Male voice}]
I'm living proof, nigga! (proof, nigga)
It's pretty safe to say
God giveth and God taketh away! {don't - stop!}
It's the Worldwide American way. - I'm living proof, nigga! {don't - stop!}
[Verse 2: Eminem {Male voice}]
Your body language is sayin' your confidence is gone (yeah!)
Well pick ya ass up lil homie, come on! {don't - stop!}
You just gone sit there and take it or make em suck it
Tell 'em where to shove it straight up, YOU GONNA MAKE LOVE TO THE WORLD OR YOU GONNA FUCK IT?! (woohoo!)
{Don't - stop!} The last time the light kicked me in the ass
I pulled down it's pants and put a foot up, it's ass; man what a catas-... {don't - stop!}
... -Trophy it'd be for me to be a bitch-ass pussy
And not open a can of whoop ass, did ya piss ass whoop me? {don't - stop!}
Will be the day I say I ain't poop? - Shiiiit!
The day that I don't straight shoot, I'll drop out of my anti-women hate group! {don't - stop!}
Say I'm a sissy faggot, record it play it back and put it on straight loop.
YOU HATERS LOOK LIKE YOU ATE A GRAPEFRUIT! {don't - stop!}
You see me climbing back on-that-wagon-got-my-swagga-back
I-was-dragging, hop-back-on-it-grab-the-reigns-on-that-bastard. {don't - stop!}
And came back on 'em without remorse man, man of course
I'm a one trick pony! - CAUSE I'll BE SCREAMING ON THESE HORNS TILL I'm HOARSE! {don't - stop!}
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: {Male voice}]
[Royce Da 5' 9":]
Nah, I ain't fading yet. (fading yet!) - I'd rather stay and rap. (stay and rap!)
I mighta made a deck - I find excitement {don't - stop!}
In wondering what I'm a write next so I don't stay in debt.
Me, broke? - You might aswell {don't - stop!}
Cut the embryo out my momma and play catch with the baby
With AK's with baby bayonet's! {don't - stop!}
I'm a "Get Rich Or" I'm a "Die Trying"
That's why it's either kill or be killed so call me suicide homocide Ryan! {don't - stop!}
[Eminem:]
There's a bomb inside my head, I'm a live wire,
I am on the edge. - Teetering on it like I tore the "Iron Mike" {don't - stop!}
Get on a nut! - Like a tyre iron, I have no desire stopping
SO WHY WOULD I DROP AND ROLL?! - THAT'S HOW MUCH ON FIRE I AM! {don't - stop!}
Rappers are fun and I'm the time cause I'm just flying by 'em
Man I'm laughing at 'em the entire time, why am I up? {don't - stop!}
Cause tribulations I have triumphed bitch I'm fired up
So it's time for me to slit your fucking lighter, LIGHT THE SKY UP! {don't - stop!}
[Chorus]
[Outro: Male voice]
Don't - stop! [4 seconds instrumental]
Don't - stop! [4 seconds instrumental] [beat fades out]

Royce Da 5'9'', Lights Out

Rock city nigga
Yeah
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, lights out...)
Yo, yo
[Verse 1]
You think I call myself King just cuz I want love
Like it's easy to blow a whole city that once was
It wouldn't even be a midwest without Bone Thugs
Try to knock me off my square, nigga I won't budge
Born from broke, I speak in a street for coins
I keep heat in a jeep, you can't beat Detroit
Try that strong arm shit and you get buried alive
All ya'll niggaz is big, but none ya'll is ready to die
It's a freak mind game we play when we smart
You say it's a art, blame nothin' you say in your heart
It's a sixth sense that real niggaz got
Yo, we know, just know, if you a hoe, or not
If I could filter out the game, I would
I'll speak niggaz name, Imma bet they got the same opinions about me
It's like a two way street, with two cars racin' each other
On the right track and goin' the wrong way on the other
Yeah
[Chorus]
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
Real niggaz on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
Real niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
Real niggaz on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
Real niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I robbed a nigga before, but do that make me a thug?
Was stupid and young
Things niggaz can do with a gun
You never put fear in my heart
Talkin' all loud and obnoxious
What most of you do when you pop shit
I'm payin' the price now, cuz it cost to shine
And whoever thought that I lost it done lost his mind, nigga
Look into the eyes of this nigga before you judge him
You better be prepared to die for this nigga before you love him
My shit is real, cuz I'm the realest
So fuck Ill, you can be the illest
See how many real niggaz feel it
I don't ever plan to go back to the streets, it's cold
Back to work with a mother fuckin' week in a hole
Lost with blind motivation, I ain't a thug
I'd rather be Royce five-apostrophe, nine-quotation
So how you love that nigga, the game done changed
You got a problem on your hands and this a nigga with brains
Yeah
[Chorus]
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
Real niggaz on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
Real niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs
Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, light out)
Real niggaz on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
Real niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs

Royce Da 5'9'', Life Goes On

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yo Ivy, let me know when we rollin
We rollin? Aight..
I mean, I been through a lot man
Tommy Boy thing, the bootleggers
You know, life goes on, so what?
You gotta reach deep down in your heart, and pull out as much as you can
to get through what you goin through
I'm livin proof..
Way down DEEP in the heart of a man who was DEEP
in the palm of the hands of the truer streets
lives a - nigga who gives a, lyrical nigga the shivers
Step up and get hit cause him or his fifth'll deliver
His mouth is a gun, the cannibal speaks
You need to do more than floss the hand or the teeth
And shame on it - only thing that pops out
whenever your glock's out is a stick, and a flag with "Bang!" on it
His flow's out-grown his dreams
out of a count that he beams out-of-towners and hold down home
You niggaz showin up, with a lot of the same soldiers
I'm rollin up, pushin her outta your Range Rover
You decided to be a rider but why, would you do it
when you know you could light up my saliva like lighter fluid
Soak with writin; cause 5-9 is back
and he's about to spit thunder and shit lightning!
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
"Life goes on.."
Uh-huh, you thought I was done didn't ya?
"The world keeps turning and liiiife gooooes on.."
Thought I would run didn't ya? No no
"Life goes on.."
Never again will I, need a return
"The world keeps turning and.."
(And I will never leave these streets again)
"Life goes on.."
Uh-huh, you thought I was done didn't ya?
"The world keeps turning and liiiife gooooes on.."
Thought I would run didn't ya? No no
"Life goes on.."
Long as I live, I'ma continue to burn
"The world keeps turning and.."
(Na na na na na na na)
[Royce Da 5'9"]
My crew never call me for beef – NO! It never happens to me
That's like callin a SWAT team when it's a cat in a tree
It's too many reasons, to tell you NIGGA please
You can do nothin with me, like weed with too many seeds in it
I'm more - vicious, it gets - more pathetic
You testin somethin more than a medic nigga or mortician
I'm more than rap, I will RUSH you
For the sacks like Warren Sapp, like nigga FUCK you
I'll STUFF you in a Atlanta mansion
Paint the wall with you on "Candid Camera," like I'm a phantom answered
Demand a ransom; cause a fire at your momma's house
and take, all of the tires off of the ambulances
Of course the track, fits Mr. King
of the small article every month and the Source is BACK
With Jay-Dilla, from Slum Village
You lookin for us, we be in Rock City nigga - come get us!
[Chorus]
"Life goes on.."
"The world keeps turning and liiiife gooooes on.."
"Life goes on.."
"The world keeps turning and.."
"Turning and liiiife gooooes on.."
"Life goes on.."
"The world keeps turning and.."
"Life goes on.."

Royce Da 5'9'', Let The Beat Build Freestyle

Mob affiliated baby, like I'm a Gotti
Llama by me, I rhyme like I'm some kind of kamikaze
I'm the head of this rap shit
I got a lot of back like Buffie
Trust me, plus, I'm The Body
I'm the God
You Superman than I'm the czar
I don't rap, I commit lyrical homicide
Make niggas feel like they on the set of Amistad
I got it locked
You at a funeral if I'm a cry
You wanna see some real shit?
Look at me around the eyes
I'll turn your previous status into a now demise
Whoever sleepin' on Nickle
I spit formaldehyde
Write your whole album high
Or drunk, it's what I advertise
They say I ain't blew up
Because of sabotage
And that I put too much time into eatin' rapper guys
I'm still hungry
These niggas ain't even appetizers
After I'm finished eatin' them, I have an after artist
I have to call you retarded
You think you half the artist
I am
I ain't
Lyin'
Tryin'
Buy him?
C'mon my nigga
He's the seller
If he gets any flier he's gonna need propellers
This rap shit is his house
In fact he's the cellar
The underground is his sanctum boy
He's a dweller
He only go up them stairs when it's time to eat
Niggas go mute whenever it's his time to speak
You wanna locate my mind
Look in the lost and found
And happy Bar Exam 2, it's the thought that counts
I call these rap niggas crunk cause they talk and bounce
That money stay on my mind, like my thoughts can count
I'll, he's I'll, he's still sick
Me and Shady patched it up we about to rebuild bitch
Detroit about to rebuild bitch
Proof, Dilla, Blade
C'mon man I does this
Toss dirt on the mud slingers
Sleep in a dug ditch
I'm a motherfuckerin' walkin' Christmas
The evidence is Royce
You don't bet against The Presence/present in Detroit
But you can't put me in a box
Cause you gonna need a bigger bow
I'm a huge gift
I got the game in a figure four
I'm made so I shoot ya
Cause money beat cases

Royce Da 5'9'', Lemme Go

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Nickel nine who rap Live'r, never that
Riding, with a bitch and my battery in the back
And for that, she asked "why? " and
Her Tops getting pulled over modem to black drivers
While I shine, chrome?, and I wax tire's
Picture that!
The car fast it's cleaner than Mother Mary
It's heating your whole class like culinary
Pick up your jaw from the floor I'm another scary
Cause' I do more than just oven carry
I make your ass look like you've been bobbing for apples in a tub of berries
Ain't no motherfucking hoes here
Except the ones y'all be paying like a toll fare
My style's like a watched project:
You heard about it, you read about it but you don't wanna' just go there
Yeah, I'm on some different shit when I press this pencil against this paper
I guess it's just my wicked nickel nature
[Hook: Zawles]
Well I've been dying to get my voice heard up
On these streets, give me some shine and I'm starring the show
And I've been blind to all the hate, haters try to show me
I'm Deph to the Naughts, ain't hearing no
Step back and let me go, go
Go let me go, go, [x8]
Go let me
[Verse 2: Crooked I]
I'm an original criminal in my lyrical pinnacle
Show me an identical rapper I scalp 'em as quick as a
Seminal Indian, give me an obvious reason
To body a heathen, to shotty a squeezing, I'm out of your league
Out of your region. Out of your reach, pushing X
Like I'm from BMX, I'm Malcolm and Meech
How do you speak to an animal? Beast, I only cypher with producers
I battle these beats, the cannibal eats
Whatever's trynna' cypff with me
Til' I'm on top of the game, right where that snipers be
I gotta license to kill, so if you see me shoot
Jordan and Tyson chill, I'm only murdering every mic I see
I'm the realest, rich as Willis, I could beat a drum and
Nobody rides for free, so I keep the meter runnin'
Nine loaded (Yes), C.O.B. is gunnin'
Blindfolded (Sex), they never seen us cummin'
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Deph Naught]
I thought I told ya', ball with him all you get crossed over
Thought he was hot? (Fuck 'em!) the sodomy starts over
When Nickel and Naught gots to recording these harsh vocals
Rolled through the park, and got on a crooked I's shoulders
Motion the ten broads that's over there on over
Slit all they throats, Throw em, and Chuckle with Ron Goldman
Oh he's a Twat. What a ridiculous thought process
Wanna' be me? Swallow some bleach and cream soda!
Lawdy! I'm the shit and I ain't tryning to explain it
A homicidal violent child dying to escape and
I'm saying you couldn't make him be quiet if you was placin'
His brain in a vase made of uranium to contain it
The zaniest (Sweet goodness!), Flyin' down isle three
With a bottle of lube, Cialis and mild sauce. Please
Come lick on the dick (Slurp), You rappers should try and not speak
I lit a cigarette, it means goodbye bitch, peace. (Fuck outta' here!)
I'm here now (Cheese!), a Picture'd be great
This game is a bitch and I'm a trick that's insisting we date
Labels and A&Rs;, for some reason they looking at me funny
(Why?) "Degrassi?, eighteen?, white!? MMM, MONEY! "
(Mister Deph!) Dammit, you better off tryna' take Hellen Keller
Down to your cellar and start yelling her name -
I don't hear your haters hatin'. Zawles come out and say it
Drake, I'm 'bout to make it, make way for the next generation (Ra!)

Royce Da 5'9'', Legendary

(I'm legendary)
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Theme song to my supplier
Plays in the key of a key
I'm like a messiah crossed with The Wire
Rapping around the Boardwalk Empire
Who brought their Bibles? This the Christ chapter
I'm sick enough to take my life
Then take your life after
Don't take me light or play me light
We two of the same
God melted a Rubic's cube into fluid and threw it in my intuitive brain
I'm eating food for moving music in a gratuitous lane
I threw twice, now I'm running through it til I'm through with the game
You can find me under a black cloud I'm a dark star
Only thing I hate worse than a mark, is a marked car
I climb mountains like Marvin Gaye, Tammy Terrell
If you could put a face with my style it'd be Samuel Cassel's
I switched the fire up like I am a tranny from hell
What I got in my hand right now should remind you of Stanley Burrell
Cause it's the hammer the cannon you can dance with the shells
My pet peeves are granny panties and planning to fail
I'm a heavyweight, I'm catastrophic when I set it like Farenheit 9/11,
Meditate till the levees break
I tar and feather featherweight till my fetti straight
The mac 11 will clap your melon and give your ass spaghetti face
Uh, you ever look inside some dying eyes?
You'll see surprise and realize there's no denying God
When was the last time that you heard that the iron tried?
Ryan vibes like cyanide, I am proud
To say that I've evolved there's only one "I" in "defying odds"
Small time arrogance parishes everytime in giant pride
Who ya'll respect is probably cross-dressing
Your favorite MC could probably find themself vibing to my lost sections
I'm legendary
[Hook:]
Now everybody wanna believe me, but they don't really know what's in my heart
This time around is starting to feel easy, my enemies startin to fall down
(I'm legendary, legend-legendary, le-le-legendary)
My enemies startin to fall down
(I'm legendary, legend-legendary, le-le-legendary)
Fall Down
(I'm legendary)
[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]
I got my noodles intact
You want support of Detroit rap niggas can Google this gat
Cause we the reason why you eating we put the food on the map
Right where the mitten is and you ain't do jack
Just who we hittin here? This here's a different year,
You should'ntassume I'm tryna measure up to you when I tell you the ruler is back
In fact, as far as you new kids, what've you did?
I know that I've burnt some bridges in the past but I'm happy to say that I've built a new bridge
As far as killin I'm forever willing and ready
I will make my children's peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a machete
Uh, you marry the streets than we will kill at your wedding
Tell every guest at your reception they gon get more than just hit with confetti
Uh, now your bitch a believer,
You know what you get when you mix a bumblee with a lamb?
You get the 'ghini I'm sitting in
Riding through Pittsburgh while I'm listening to Wiz Khalifa
Black & Yellow a blunt to joint, here's the reefer
One minute you tough, one minute you shook
I know I've learned a while ago to hide power from you I should just put it in a book
You illiterate parasites I'll kill you everytime
Throw a nigga body around the room have a nigga lookin like Jamiroquai
And yes I, am a firm believer that the naked truth looks 100 times better then the best dressed lie
And while you niggas is hatin, I wonder is God really an athiest
He made me the same temperature as his nemesis Satan
Ya'll need to repent because ya'll been imitating
A statue of me to you is a statute of limitations
You backwards as me and a feminist dating
Let's tally the sales, like Gladys and Patty LaBelle
I'm a big wig, my straws in the hole of a volcano I'm havin a big swig
[Hook:]
Everybody wanna believe me
But they don't really know what's in my heart
It's time I started to feel easy

Royce Da 5'9'', Lay It Down

[Intro: K-Doe]
Let me up in this bitch!
Yeahhh, sup Royce?
Dirty Glove Entertainment in this motherfucker
Let's go! (Karma side, karma-karma side)
Where you from nigga? (Karma side, karma-karma side)
Where you from nigga? (Karma side, karma-karma side)
What? (Karma side, karma-karma side)
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Yeah, I done shot a couple tools, I done got a couple fools
In a lot of scuffles in war, I got a couple wounds
I've learned not to play it just to play it just to burn
I've learned not to say it, just return
Better spray it, let the metal blow
I ain't never scared but I'm way too paranoid to let it go
That's why you can find me in your bushes with them blammers
Seein footsteps from your grandma, ready pullin back them hammers
I ride cause I'm skinny
Somebody 'bout to treat me like I'm Santa when I slide down your chimney
With them semi-automatics or the Deserts with the heads
With the hollows in the bag like a present for the kids
With the mask and the beard and the belly, who you red
Leave you dead, witnesses lookin like it ain't no tellin who it is
I'm a ride, I ain't tryin other ways
I'm a kill just to live just to die another day, hey
O.P., I'm from O.P.! (Karma side)
O.P., I'm from O.P.! (Yeah I said it)
O.P., I'm from O.P.! (Karma side)
O.P., I'm from O.P.! (Hey)
O.P., I'm from O.P.! (Karma side)
O.P., I'm from O.P.! (Yeah I said it)
O.P., I'm from O.P.! (Karma side)
O.P., I'm from O.P.!
[Chorus: all together]
Lay it down, lay it down - you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down - the murder game down
Lay it down, lay it down - don't let 'em play around
Lay it down, lay it down - the murder game down
[Juan:]
I done flipped a ton of thangs
Lift a couple lames off they feet nigga flippin with the gauge
Nigga plead; I ain't bitchin, I ain't 'fraid
Where I'm brave like a muh'fucker pitchin at your brain
Here the D - that's where I'm from, get done
With this hundred-round drum, leave a nigga body slump
Like spice to the wizard{? }, was straight off the mizzy
When I stay on the grizzly, and I write with that kizzy
What's beats? I'm a gangsta for real
If I feel you a threat I make you pay me to live
Royce hit me on that Nex' I send a gang to your crib
With a pack of killer pitts, let 'em play with your kids
No slice, no bangs, just bikes and shanks
Hit that red rum down, you won't like the taste
You shouldn't be playin all wild when your life at stake
I get your man gunned down for his shiesty eighth
Man it's the whole rundown dawg, I'm like a eight
Street Lord gorilla fam take your life away
What? My name Juan, I ain't tryin other ways
I'm a kill just to live just to die another day, hey
7 Mile, I'm from 7 Mile! (Karma side)
7 Mile, 7, 7 Mile! (Yeah I said it)
7 Mile, I'm from 7 Mile! (Karma side)
7 Mile, 7, 7 Mile! (Hey)
7 Mile, I'm from 7 Mile! (Karma side)
7 Mile, 7, 7 Mile! (Yeah I said it)
7 Mile, I'm from 7 Mile! (Karma side)
7 Mile, 7, 7 Mile!
[Chorus]
[K-Doe:]
Yeah, yeahhhh, what!
I done flipped a couple bricks, I done hit a few licks
Even downed a couple hits, can't speak on this shit
But the case got dismissed
And I looked at the snitch, blew his bitch ass a kiss
Can't believe how the streets change, fears all on the 3-way
He say she say, work on the highway
Gotta do it my way, can't see myself caught
That ain't what the hood taught, keep stacks in a vault
Just in case a nigga talk, call my nigga J
He said now I get it poppin off, 7 Mile niggaz with me
Couple K's of it strictly, evidently y'all can't get me
It's a couple motherfuckers when they see you they gon' hit me (hello?)
Shit, your head worth fifty
And I know the {? } tempt me, niggaz bank account empty
I'm a ride, I ain't tryin other ways
I'm a kill just to live just to die another day, hey
Joy Road, I'm from Joy Road! (Karma side)
Joy Road, I'm from Joy Road! (Yeah I said it)
Joy Road, I'm from Joy Road! (Karma side)
Joy Road, I'm from Joy Road nigga! (Hey)
Joy Road, I'm from Joy Road! (Karma side)
Joy Road, I'm from Joy Road! (Yeah I said it)
Joy Road, I'm from Joy Road! (Karma side)
Joy Road, I'm from Joy Road nigga!

Royce Da 5'9'', Knuckle Up

[Hush (Royce)]
What? (Knuckle up)
Yeah.. (Whatchu say?)
Hush (Uhh uhh, Royce Nickel-Nine)
Yeah, we represent Detroit Rock City
(And we'll FUCK you up!) Yo, yo, yo!
[Hush]
You're fuckin with a straight-up menace
That'll run inside your apartment complex and start sprayin tenants
I stick bastards for a wealthy scheme
Punch through your chest and snatchin out your self-esteem
Stabbin your spleen, precise like a javelin team
Grabbin the green, quicker than a crack and a fiend
Quick draw, faster than it takes you to blink
I spit thoughts, faster than it takes you to think
You catchin a sink, drownin in whatever you drink
I'm huntin you down, bustin at your leather or mink
I'm meltin your ice, I'm heated in your average rink
Lockin it down, and rockin like I'm trapped in the clink
Slappin a freak, trappin every rat or a fink
Fast with the ink, blast you out your hat or your link
Shatter your teeth, every time you chatter or breathe
Unravel your cream, Detroit it's ether that or the bing
Hush, I get madder and mean
Matter of fact, all of y'all get splattered in three – pieces
Just your body and arms in shirts sleeveless
Beggin for Jesus, before your heart collapses and seizes
Who needs this, crush the fine line
I'll be on the phone callin my boys and 5'9"
Detroit city cats that are born with nine lives
And I use that are yours, you better shoot me nine times!
[Chorus x2: Hush (Royce)]
Knuckle up! If you see us cop a plea and duck
Knuckle up! (When you see us in the streets in a truck)
Knuckle up! If you see us droppin B's in a buck
Knuckle up! (When you see us in the D, nigga what!)
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Uhh uhh.. yo yo, yo
I done took more bitches off more niggaz hands
And, more niggaz ran from po-po's in a van
Stick to my word so I don't threaten niggaz no more
If I make you a promise then it's safe to say that it's honest
My guns, tired from being fired, while yours sit on the shelf
I'm like a sole concept in itself
Chokin my weapon, burnin your vest
In 2G, rap niggaz learn from the best and hope to be set
Knuckle up – I don't depend on my toast to spark
Wrap my fingers around your neck and let the chokin start
I'ma be on top pissin 'til I soak the charts
You don't like me but I'm still here like Rosa Parks
A flow is a flow, so – lo and behold the art
I listen to you and go, "ehh," on your dopest part
I don't do these open mics, I tear shows apart
Whodie I'm a +Hot Boy+, you get roasted dark
First nigga to hit the flow is smart
Last nigga that hit the flow you 'bout to see him and his folks depart
Bling bling – chain glow in the dark
More flooded with mo' ice, cold-blooded with a frozen heart
He's not street smart, he only knows the park
But we can share this rap pie long as he knows his part
If you was even close to smart, you know I roll with sharks
and dogs that bite and only supposed to bark

Royce Da 5'9'', Kill Em Pt. 2

"It's killin' me"
Please be clear. This is an invasion
Green Lantern in the lab
The invasion. The Bar Exam 2
"Green Lantern"
[Kid Vishis:]
Last of the spitters
Hall of dope niggas from the past to present is sayin', "Next is Vishis"
I'm, one of the illest, the realest feel it
Competition isn't existence because I got venomous diction
You should toss your mic is my advice
You expect me to be scary cause you talkin' hype?
I'm like, how you gonna pump me up with no shottie then
How you gonna fist fight Floyd when you Gotti?
I'm the nice right hand Rueger specialist
Turn 'em into twins and I'll appear ambidextrous
Simultaneous, back and forth trigger movements
He bleedin' profusely
I've executed my execution
I got knowledge but I like violence and loot
Type to go to college
Not to learn, just to shoot a student
Kid Vishis
Nothin' fictitious
Talked your bitch into believin' my seed is nutritious
(Delicious ha ha ha)
Yep, then you went and kissed her like it don't matter
She went and swallowed my baby batter
You sick!
I know you been a bitch
I hate you worse than fans hate Joe D. for pickin' Darko Milicic
I got a killer spit
River current flow
I'm as vicious as a pit
You a reappearing hoe
Sho' nuff I gotta go
Bruce Leroy to these decoys
Deep speech, each beat I seek and destroy
D-Boy
The city's prince, I'm really convinced
I'm up
To being as sick as Two Girls In A Cup (yuck!)
I leave these wack MCs alone
They won't be in it long
They only got so much time like a minute phone
Bring your lyrics home
Find you with your spirit gone
Outlined and scribbled
My nine spiral period
Idiot
I'm on some Frank Nitty, big willie shit
Bout his bread
Bout he get you dead and I'm serious!
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Delirious
Beats be the eeriest
Hand on my balls
The Boyz N The Hood know my style like Furious
I fight dirty
I'm Ike scurvy
I'll slap a bitch
It's obviously like blood on a white jersey
Don't go and have an accident
Christ Passion-ate
You little boys invite me to spaz
I'm right on your ass
I Mike-Jackson-it
My bitch Nina Ross constantly lookin' for pussy
You don't push me that pistol is dyke accurate
The lights flashin' in the night from the chain
Like it's lightening
Bitches suckin' up to me
My life is a Dyson
The chicken with me is a knockout like she a Tyson
But like she enticing
Bright like the ice in a brightlin
The Feds buggin' like I'm lice
Whenever we chop it up
Like I'm dice
And I gas like I'm nitrous
I'm on top like I'm icing
What you not nice is
The block price is higher than the rock pipe is
George Bush that button like the Iraq crisis
I'm Ted Diabiase
I cop it
It's not priceless
Insane in the membrane
I'm sittin' on top of "Sugar Hill" like AZ but I'm not Cypress
You got a light for the blunt?
Fire up
Call me Poppa Big Willie/pop a big wheely like the bike front tire up
Me and Vish nigga
We in tip top shape
Myspace
I stay in a bitch top eight
The only question I ask you bitch niggas is, "Why hate? "
The handle on the pistol is pearly like God's gate
Y'all niggas sound fishy but you're really squad bait

Royce Da 5'9'', Keep On Pushin'

"Keep on pushin'" [x8]
[Verse 1:]
Coke rises, so high with no pride
Wow, we all coppin', that's Blow time
0-5 was so live, but oh my
God, we lost Cochrane
That's mo' time
At no time from 0-5 and backwards
I'm happy we lost tears
Cause we lost B.I.G.
And we lost Pac
We not supposed to be rap beefin' but we all did
Yeah, why do all have to be such a disaster?
For the city, us and D-Twizzy hustlin' backwards
I'd like
To ask Eminem when the time's right
Why did you shut down The Source before I got me my five mics?
At least I got the Quotable
I was just on the road with Proof
At least I got some shows to do
What you supposed to do is
Snatch up who's close to you and
Someone who know what they doin'
Pack up that car with that heat on and keep on
[Chorus:]
"Pushin'"
Doin' what you was doin' before
"Keep on pushin'"
If you know what you doin' it for
"Keep on pushin'"
If you at peace or you in a war
"Keep on pushin'"
Just make it through and the world is yours
"Keep on pushin'
Just make it through and the world is yours
"Keep on pushin'"
Just make it through and the world is yours
"Keep on pushin'"
Doin' what you was doin' before
"Keep on pushin'"
If you know why you doin' it
"Keep on pushin'"
[Bridge:]
It's just me and "Statik"
With the blue pigs in the rear
View mirror with the two cigs in the ear
Like, Who cares? This is a new year
Nigga we got somethin' to do here
[Verse 2:]
We gonna be comin' with mo' shit
The most wicked
We got something to prove here
The coke fix is
Back like crack
The 80's is at ya
The only ink that's sicker is maybe the tattoo
When them players is at you/achu
Blowin' they triggers
You gone
The only thing stiffer is maybe a statue
C'mon
He deliver like that stork
He bring light to your porch
He bring night and he ain't lightin' your torch
His king sight just seems like Yao Ming's height
He sees over
He don't need to lean over
He don't need to move you to see on
He only will do it when he tell you to keep on...
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
It's just me and (who?) Whoo Kid
With the blue pigs in the rear
View mirror with the two cigs in the ear
Like, Who cares? This a new year

Royce Da 5'9'', Jockin My Fresh

Quit jockin' my fresh
[Chorus:]
Easily I approach
The microphone because I ain't no joke
Tell ya momma to get off of my nuts
She need to quit
"Jockin' my fresh" - Jay-Z
Easily I could smoke
Your hypertone, nigga you ain't no loc
Tell your girlfriend to get off of my dick
And she need to quit
"Jockin' my fresh" - Jay-Z
[Verse 1:]
I'm on fire survival, admire you liar
Who hire, new tires, flew by you
New buyer, Brunier, the new sire
Each line, I think it's lightening
What you think is writin'
Is my ink ignitin'
I stole that from L
But I don't think it's bitin'
Beef is hidin' on side of the stage
Speakin' of fightin'
I write like I pull my pen out the side of a grenade
Imperial, serial killers in front of a mural of Dilla, Proof, Blade
A burial crusade
Venereal, flu, A.I.D.S.
I'm sick
I'm too paid
I'm rich
I will flower a chicken like a bouchet
I'm sentimental
End up with your dental
Loose cave
Bitch we ain't Friends
I ain't Phoebe Buffay
I'm a motherfuckin' "Superstar" like Lupe
Get a lot of vagina
Stylin' like I'm a designer
Whoever hotter than me
I probably find them inside of me
Connected, I probably supply them it's eeeeeasy
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
The product is like Prada
A lotta shottas is stretchy
Until you tired of findin' time to ride a bitch out of liars
Y'all retired your guns just cause you signed a deal
I'm the Youth Fountain on Truth Mountain on Honest Hill
Who's countin'?
I'm tryin' to build beyond a mill
Don't call me seven nine's cause I'm tryin' to find a bill(ion)
True is, who is down to kill
Old school like a Buick Bonneville
Suicide, do a lot of pills
You ain't got to kill
Beef is easy to me bitch
Guns, grams, get 'em, got 'em all, strict G shit
Honestly, round 'em up, found 'em slumped
Down to buck, llama tuck
Grind till you tired of us
I'm on your head like a Yamaka
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
I'm gonna tell y'all niggas right now. Number one
Quit jockin' my motherfuckin' fresh. Number two

Royce Da 5'9'', It's The New

Team invasion
[Verse 1:]
This ain't 'Ye it's more like Aids
This ain't James it's more like a trade
And you more like Wade
And I ain't playin'
I'm more like Cuban
Not the cigar, Mark, introduce him
[Beastie Boys:] "It's the new"
[Jay-Z:] "Best rapper alive" [x4]
This ain't Wayne
It's more like Pain
And I ain't talkin' bout with T dash in front
I'm more like needin' rehab for months
Hock and spew lyrics on Dr. Drew's spirit
Until he has the mumps
Drunk
That's if I can put it in one word
My niggas that ain't with all the drinkin', they want herb
So even though the car plush
The ashtray full of dark butts
Like we rollin' up lookin' for Yung Berg
Top off
Bitch in the front
Domin' me up
Till my rocks off
Either that or she gonna get lock jaw
Stop naw
If she come up for air
I cut her off like Jesse Jackson with a hand on Barack's balls
Nigga it's me
Jumper movie in the flesh straight from It-aly
Five series, six series Benz's
Fuck them little C's
I'm on some ole Maino shit
Throw everything at you but the kitchen sink till I plug you
It's goin' down
I'm on some ole Draino shit
I'm the Rich Po, not so
The flow spells gospel
Book you for a show and turn your hotel to hostel/hostile
(It's an invasion)
This ain't Luda, it's more like shoota
Better yet, "Shot Ya"
Pac or Big Poppa?
[Chorus:]
"It's the new"
"Best rapper alive" [x4]
[Verse 2:]
This ain't Jay
It's more like sprayed
The kind that confuse kindness with polite play
My bitch got two midgets in the bra
And a nose like a vacuum
She chillin' the Snow White way
Fuck Forbes
Fuck Money till they put some black heads them motherfuckers
Like they come from pores
Hip hop is alive
My nigga come for yours
I got the hood open, attached to jumper cords
Alone in the mirror
Rub a dub dub
I ain't the game
Even though I don't belong in this era
I'm tryin' to take shit past Nas, Jay, Shady & Dre shit
Shout out to the Doc
I'm tryin' to find patience/patients
Lookin' like I'm pacin'
Like hello, say hello to me
I elbowed my way into niggas conversations
I don't write rhymes
I commit death threats
This my new name if you ain't guessed yet!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Yeah, this ain't Fif
It's more like a gift
A bottle of Cris
On side of a sip or a quality lick
I'm the shit
You try to be sick
I be ridin' with silenced machine guns
While you be tryin' to be Tip
I'm still hood
I move minus the bus pass
Out with the poverty in with the new deluxe pad
This black nina
Told me I'm a black leader
That's why I be preachin' like David Banner
Minus the mustache
But I ain't runnin' from nothin'
As long as rappers is runnin'
They receive death from a sentence like capitol punishment
The flows is mean
I make a nigga lean
Like putting the word "meth"
Up in between the words "pro" and "azine"
Your bitch sprung right after my dick go fish
I leave her numb like a tongue after a coke kiss
I'm focused
I spit madness
You niggas is borin'
You at a level orange with your bitch-ass-ness
Plots is thickenin'
And I care about rappers
Bout as much as I care to see Terrance and Rocski bickerin'
Watch is sickenin'
Glocks is specifically hot
I'm trippin'
Is you with me or not?

Royce Da 5'9'', It's All About

[2 gunshots]
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
I fuck with niggaz that murder!
They do the type of shit you ain't heard of.
Divide a nigga clique with the burner,
It's all about ahhhhhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhhhhh-ah-ah-ah-ah! [x2]
[Royce Da 5'9":]
I'm like Socrates! (OH!)
So to assume is to make an ass out of you fast after you drop to me. (C'MON!)
Look at the word, that's a suit! - That's what you would do
Choo-choo train handguns, do your crew. (ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh!)
I squeeze while I'm lookin' at you
Cause you made a mistake like my nigga Crooked I's tattoo. (haha!)
I'm the answer! - You niggaz is candy,
Ya heart pump blood yet smell like a Jolly Rancher. (WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)
While I'm lampin in my mansion with my private dancer
My man's outside of your house - my hired campers! (campers!)
I ain't the hardest nigga in the world
All I know is if you love me and know me you know I...
[Chorus]
[Grafh:]
Yup! - You know I fucks with them niggaz that mur-der,
They trigger finger's itchy when they grippin' them bur-ners!
I am not a 9-to-5'er, I don't sit with them wor-kers,
Nigga I was flippin' work while you was flippin them bur-gers!
But I used to work in offices. - Now I'm the president;
I'm where the Oval Office is - but I don't roll with officers.
I roll with loaded cartidges. - Don't know what law enforcement is!
I know - I was marvelous. - The road is like an orphanage.
I blow and explode because I'm the arsonist, unloadin' where the target is.
I throw - gang signs, when I pose for photographers.
You don't know what the motto is - it's death before dishonor!
Black Hand President, I's elected before Obama. - I'da ran...
[Chorus]
[Outro: Royce]
Yeah! (yeah!)
Black Hand! (Black Hand!)
M.I.C. Records! (M.I.C. Records!)
Gracie Prod'! (Gracue Prod'!)
Y'all know what it is, nigga! (y'all know what it is, nigga!)
It's Mr. Porter (It's Mr. Porter!) from here on out. (from here on out!)
Haha!
NICKEL! (NICKEL!)
"Street Hop"! ("Street Hop"!)

Royce Da 5'9'', Intro (most Interesting Man In The World)

[Intro:]
Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
[Will Lyman speaks:]
His charm is so contagious.
Vaccines have been created for it.
Years ago... he built a city out of blocks.
Today... over six-hundred-thousand people live and work there.
He is the only man to ever ace... a Rorschach test.
Every time he goes for a swim... dolphins appear.
Alien abductors have asked him... to prove them! [Vincent Price laughs]
If he were to give you directions... you'd never get lost!
An you'd arrive at least 5 minutes early.
His legend precedes him!
The way lightning precedes thunder.

Royce Da 5'9'', Independent's Day

What....wha...
5'9! I'm the King!
What...yeah...what, yo...
I'm-a rhyme til I can't rhyme no more
Burn til I can't burn no more
Shine til there's no shine no more
Til the earth can't turn no more
Until I'm 5'9 no nore (I'm the king!)
Ya'll niggaz is real cocky on the street
Til I drop you on ya knees
Knock you on ya feet, I'm like Rocky on the reach
I rain while you hope to sustain dope in this game
Somethin' you can't stop, you can only hope to contain
I can aim so I blaze my tool
I got a name from usin' pocket change to pay my dues (niggaz know!)
I'm sharp as a shank and about as soft as you think
I'm hangin from the cross of your link, you get offered a drink
Niggaz is fast learners, you're only as hot as the back burner
From mad rappers and clap burners
Talk to the foot thinkin' you real
I'm starin' at the face of ya bill forgettin' how George Washington looks
You came to box a nigga that's flat out dirty
Just name the spot and I'll be there a half hour early
I write for the purpose to express a view
A nigga that's wack? You a nigga that I don't like as a person
I'm in shape to give you a quick whoopin', hard asshole in the wall
Frownin' up, niggaz thinkin' you sick cuz you sick lookin'
I'm heated, an' I'm-a go to trial blowin' my triggers
Ya'll niggaz ain't rough, you need to smile more in ya pictures
Split somebody, and serve the nigga whose style you bit
That bit like 10 niggaz that bit somebody
Top of the world, all that's around you is beneath me
Me learnin' from your mistakes is the only way you can teach me
Mo' thunder, cockin' big heat
So undergrounds niggaz wit' beef can get mo' under, 6 feet
Man ya missles, I plan to dis you
Unleash wit' about 30 punches before the first lands and hits you
Niggaz I doubt ya'll cuz I'm an outlaw
Right-handed, built wit' a left that can arm wrestle a southpaw
Gun shine bright, (ya'll niggaz?) ya'll need to rhyme like 5'9
Unsigned wit' hype... (King!)
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....on the microphone
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....no, no I ain't jokin'
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....that's in command, that's in command
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....on the microphone
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....the funk rhymin' master
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....that's in command, that's in command

Royce Da 5'9'', In The Presence Of Wolves

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yo Tre', you gon' spot me or what?
Let the games begin
Jah 5'9", where you at?
Round one (CHI-CHI GOT THE LLELLO!)
Yeah, real niggaz on the prowl, HOO!
You's in the presence of wolves, let go your goods
I smell your blood in my neck of the woods
Fuck around with us and get found on your neck in the woods
Give him respect in his hood, don't mess with his crew
Niggaz be, salty as pretzels when I'm in the Lex' and it's movin
Invadin and steppin in my shoes is a definite intrusion
I'm exceptionally cool, never expect to be under pressure
or rescued, definitely only sweat in the BOOTH
I'm officially fuckin you up with, nuttin but wit
A blizzard is frozen, hidden under the clothin
Listen, you lyrical nothin you, you touchin who?
When it was wrote, you spit it, you thought you ripped it you loved it
It's like, the sun is above us when the wrist is uncovered
Like, all you gon' spit is blood or kick is the bucket
Like – 99 percent of you niggaz that rhyme SUCK!
This is, the point of no return, I'm stuck
[Tre' Little]
Yo, yo you fuck-head niggaz ain't makin gangsta music
I make music for gangstas, it's therapeudic
You wild out to it, let the guns go too
Spittin out, skeet out, smoke a blunt to it (ERRR!)
Fake niggaz don't dare, it's too real
Have you doin drive-bys on my command, NOW KILL! (UHH!)
Go on, sniff the chi-chi, rock along with me
It goes - guns, murder murder live in Rock City
You knowwww - don't let you get beside yourself
It's just a, terrible thing to just lose your health
Look wrong, don't speak, just lose your wealth
That's the truth baby boy - shhh, quiet as kept
They games we play, official titty bars and rims
Blowin money on pussy, you can probably steal
Drink so much alcohol, shit, liver like steel
That's they way that I am; light, slim but still
[Cut Throat]
I feel the heat around the corner but I can't see smoke
Feel it comin in the night, no lights no coats
They say it's cold out here, I know how that feel
No help when you down, well reality ill
See the life and the lights on connected with crime
Wanna bang out these rhymes but can't say street times
What you about the struggle of what Cut go through?
When niggaz tryin to grind, what won't they do?
It's do or die baby, y'all all alone
No hoes, just your soul, and a heart this cold
Gotta, stay away; don't let your, spirit break
More, moves to make might not, be your fate
Get Cut Throat on these pussies, that's the ride I took
Last gangsta left standin in a room full of crooks
If it's poppin come the fuck on, let's handle this now
My soliders stratigize, that's how we get down
[Billy Nix]
Look at my life, I'm dead, gunshots over my head
I - sleep on the streets, gunshots over my bed
Carryin unnecessary weight, envy and hate
X-Government Agent, enemy of the state
Death, covers the pavement, tecs under your waist
Limited aim, unlimited range, niggaz erase
Slow down, you gettin on now, your name is mentioned
In and outta the game, fame done stained your vision
As light shines you niggaz just write rhymes
Confined in light time combined with mental dead bitches
The black man just tryin to get ahead witchu
Open your eyes 'fore some dumb nigga with lead hits you (uhh)
I speak peace cause peace is relevant
Continuous struggle for betterment, war with inner self
Fightin with the inner beast, wantin whores and cuties
that shows around the globe during my time of duty
Devils can't kill me, niggaz can't stop me
Listen and learn, witness the return of the mock D
Death is a funny thing - you can die, bein broke
or you can die from the drama that gettin money bring
[Royce Da 5'9"]
AH-ROO! Mic's up, lights out
Real niggaz on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
(Real niggaz) Throw up drinks like gang signs
Mic's up, lights out
Yeah, r-real niggaz on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
(Real niggaz) Throw up drinks like gang signs
Yeah, X-Gov, Tre' Little
Cha Cha, B.O., 5'9", yeah
Yo, CHI-CHI GOT THE LLELLO! {*echoes*}
Yeah yeah, Wall Street, yeah yeah yeah
Yo, yo, real niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs
AH-ROO! Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Drink if it ain't mines
Real niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs
Mic's up, lights out
Yeah, AH-ROO! (CHI-CHI GOT THE LLELLO!)

Royce Da 5'9'', Ima Let You Tell It

[Chorus:]
But I'm a let you tell it (Smash Squad)
And you can ask me who's the illest around (Statik)
But I'm a let you tell it
Yeah, I can probably tell you my opinion on that
But I'm a let you tell it (You show off)
Don't ask me, "Who the illest MC? "
I'm a let you tell it
[Verse:]
It ain't rocket science
I know you ain't cock no iron
I know who you run behind if them shots was flyin'
I know who the crime, the crook, the lolly gag sets
The rhymes, the book, the hookers who probably have sex
The kinds, the shook ones, the pawns the rook
And how the lines would look if I'm hooked to a polygraph test
Call me papi, the best
The answer to the solution to the problem in hip hop
You copy the test
I'm the cockiest catch
You a throw
You the treat at the end of my hook
You the eaten
You a hoe
You seem to be about losin'
There seem to be parts of my style
Lingerin' in your bowel movement
I took the courage and built my
Own company
I own somethin' that's why I purchased the silk tie
This is words to live by
Watch your words
Cause words trigger the trigger herbs get killed by
Shut up it's two shooters
Bet I can give you a tip
Get a new whip
And set up a new jeweler
Get wet up this 2-2-1
Light up your head and exit your lip
And sweat up your suit coolers
All your teams involved in things
That enter in your body and end all your dreams
Enter in your shoulder
Exit out your ass
Hittin' every organ like a pinball machine

Royce Da 5'9'', Ignorant Shit Freestyle

[Intro:]
Green Lantern drop that shit
Yeah, my nigga Green (Green Lantern)
We ain't gonna change the beat on this one at all cause
I'm gonna flow it all the way through. Gotta have one or two of those
This is Bar Exam 2 by the way. We gonna kick back
This is for my nigga Keno. (Shout to Keno)
[Verse:]
There's got to be
Nobody hot as me
Flow outta this world like Odyssey
That's why your girl is ridin' me
At the cottage
For the summer, she like me
Cause I operate with numbers like the lottery
Dick in a duke shoot
What you know about sodomy
I do what I want with her body
I'm a commodity
Last Real Nigga Alive
2Pac's prodigy
Take it even past conceited
I mock modesty
I'm major
Bitch it ain't trickin' if you gettin' it
That's why niggas don't be trippin' if I page her
My whole clique just like me
We roll in circles in packs
They call us the Life Savers
She behave, I put her beside nice neighbors
Let her ride to the top of that high rise
And that dark fader
I call it that
Cause the second you steppin' with the weapon
It's gonna light up like it's light saber
The car creeps invisible through the dark streets
With the lights off because it's dark with dark feet
I call a cab at any Miami heart beat
My bitch drawin' my bath like she's an art-ist
I'm a kingpin, son
I don't bark at puppies I ain't Queen Pen's son
The second one of y'all rap niggas start talkin' bout y'all boxin' me
Bet it's gonna be Ding then done
Swingin'
Only my ink pen runs
Never been chased
Been A-1 from day one (yes)
I don't know who the fuck you is
But I'll show you what the fuck this is
I fuck with the same type of niggas that fucked with Big
Niggas that'll throw them over the bridge
Right after they fuck your kids
Niggas get all surprised when 5'9" responds to 'em
I'm like naw, I ain't gonna do the Saigon to 'em
I leave the slappin' to him
I do 'em more like Ben Wallace
Alonzo Morning and put the arm to 'em
Forget the arguin'
Cause when the contract is intact
It's a wrap
Now the Mobb is signed to 'em
Fuck beef nigga
Life is short
It don't stop till they take you off that life support
Basically
Beefin' with me, your life is shorter
The definition of a Christ supporter
I come down like the wrath of the hand that made you
In the flesh of his flesh
And the blood of his blood, I bathe you
The flows amazin'
I closed the deal for show
My respect for your soul I'll trade you
But you probably already don' gave it to Satan
Cause how the fuck you doin' sold out stadiums?
To God, you as big as a baby bug
Doin' all them crazy drugs
You gonna be hotter on the day you judged
Y'all niggas peakin' out your careers like EQs
Deep down in your ears you're hearin' he's true
But you won't let it out, you're weak
You refuse
So I'm gonna stay deep in the field like cleat shoes
If I don' reached out to a dude to do a song
And it ain't happen
I give him dap and I move on
It ain't nothin' personal nigga
This is a business
This is the shit that we do to put our kids in cribs with
Nigga I'm an 80's baby
Fiend, foamin' at the mouth like rabies baby
Why you knockin' a G?
The only threesome you seen is on your TV
Somebody with a release right outside the top of the key
I'm right back in 'em
The truth's in these eyes
So you can believe I
Like that denim
I still say Shady's the greatest
But some people believe
I'm the only one around who can put the light back in him
But I don't like that
Gospel's Hostile like Kweli

Royce Da 5'9'', Iceman Skit

[Female News Archors speaks:]
On May 25th, 1988...
Richard Kuklinski was convicted of multiple murder... and sentence to life in prison.
This ended 30 years of cold-blooded killing by a master criminal... police called...

Royce Da 5'9'', I'm the King

Royce Da 5'9'', I'm Nice

[Intro:]
You can see Green Lantern is invading the airwaves
He's invading the airwaves. Turn up the radio, turn up your radio
[Chorus:]
I'm grindin' till I'm tired
Cause you ain't grindin' until you die
That's way I'm grindin'
That's why
I'm losin' my mind
I spit through the day to get through the night
God lord I'm the shit
You niggas know I'm lethal
I'm just wonderin' why
You wanna think I'm nice
What the fuck you niggas try to do tonight?
Motherfucker I'm nice
[Verse 1:]
I don't need no ovation
MC with no patience
Diddy called me to write it when he needed rotation
Went to his location
Wrote it for no pay then
Gave him my CD, while the streets was pulsatin'
I guess my luck passed
Yup, cause Puff passed
Puff passed on me like the weed rotatin'
No hatin'
He must be eatin' way too much cheese cake
If he think he can see an MC from his team take me
That ain't a diss though
It's just so frustratin'
Makes you wanna go and shoot up stations
Smack a DJ
I don't like for nothin' basically
If I should die tonight I done been to enough places
Play some motherfuckin' Nas you bitch
Quit ridin' dick
Worryin' about Plies and Trick
He's just nice
Jesus Christ
But this is God you get
My new name should be Allah Who Spit
My vibe is sick
My CD in your car, bitch you ridin' with
More hot shit in it then Roberts Get
Lava
Saliva
I'm prob-ally in L.A.
Gettin' into some head like a Dodger's fit
We oppo-site
Let's be Frank like Sinatra
Shit
I'm the illest nigga out this bitch
I'll empty every bullet out this clip
Don't doubt this
I'm on fire nigga
Who gonna douse this?
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
We are not the same but I'm not a martian
I'm an arson
I ride around drama startin'
I bet you niggas won't be wolfin' when that llama barkin'
Cause you can get the picture with some milk behind the carton
What's beef?
I play it one way
Violate on Sunday get annihilated Monday (I'm nice)
You niggas is actors
What are you recordin'?
I leave you bleedin', lyin' on the cuttin' room floor then
Listen to Joe Budden say, "I fell the fuck off"
But he ain't never fell on, I'm just gonna ignore him
Make a nigga extra famous after I warn him
Don't jump
You as gay as
Greg Louganis into that water
You don't want it
You can either have a nice afternoon
Or you can have your family do the mourning/morning
Nothing can stop us
Fly when nothin' can top us
Been hustling hip hop since I went and fucked with the Doctor
I know I sound high
But I will break you
Do you like a cup at the opera?
No thank you
Nigga I ain't buyin' them wolf tickets you sellin'
I'm an artist, here's my pen
Bury it with Magellan
Nigga who is you tellin'?
I know when I'm nice
Life is a gamble
I roll like I loaded my dice
My flow is my life
My talents just go with my pipes
That phantom on them 20 20's and so is my sight

Royce Da 5'9'', I'm Fresh

[Intro: Female speaks]
Mr. Porter has asked me to warn you...
That this next joint may harm your speakers!
Especially if you're riding in a whip with a shitty system.
Ha-ha-ha, I made a funny. (uhh!)[beat starts]
[Intro: Roycne Da 5'9" ("Sample")]
("As we proceed... to give you what you need!)
5'9" motherfuckers!
Get live motherfuckers!
[Royce Da 5'9" ("Sample")]
Get ready, ("Cause this ain't") FUNNY!
("My name's") 5'9" AND I'm ABOUT TO GET MONEY! (whoo!)
If you could name another nigga that can do it
Quite the way I do it I will have to say I blew it! [whistle]
Biggie, Pun, 'Pac'll say: "I knew it! - Homie is the truest! "
So let your cronies know you're only phony as your crew is.
When that beat start - droppin' and that heat start - poppin'
Now that "Street Hop" - is knockin'!
OxyContin! - Crack - coke - weed!
Her-o-in; - we're - cho-sen!
OxyContin! - Crack - coke - weed!
Her-o-in; - we're - ("dope! ")
Nigga stop jockin'! - If I ain't like God, then God is just like me.
Firin squad, I am so fly, God can sight me!
I am me! - I am simply my own envy
I'm jealous of myself by all means!
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" ("Sample")]
I'm (Fresh!)
Tell you da-da-da-ding, call me,
Cause (Jay-Z: "we are") - ("Fresh! ")
Dope boy ("Fresh! ")
[Bridge: Royce Da 5'9" ("Sample")]
(Biggie: "Today's agenda... ") Hip-Hop! (Biggie: "Niggaz bleed! ")
Dick shots! - ("Jay-Z: "There's never been a nigga this good for this long! ")
("Biggie: Today's agenda... ") fuck y'all hoes! (Biggie: "I get money! ")
I'm so dope boy, rock-rock star! [scratches] "Fresh! [scratches] Fresh! "
[Royce Da 5'9" (Mr. Porter)]
Triumphant, honestly I am just here to get clear (CLEAR!)
Like Niacin dietin' bullets take a nigga weight away
From him like Jared from Subway! (SUBWAY!) Tryna get full and
I am the bull and you ridin, blow your puddin inside of your hooded.
I'm out of my mind, "Ketchup" or y'all'll be Heinz
I am (I'm just playin with y'all niggaz!)
Sinister pimpin' with benefits (Jay-Z: "I put the gun to ya! ")
("Jay-Z: "Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya! ")
And use a sample to finish my sentences, y'all niggaz extra!
I call all my niggaz comin' to get ya! - I call all my bitches Carmen Electra.
Extra! - ("BITCH! ") Read all about me,
Newspaper, move fakers, food taker, I'm starvin'!
I bombard you so pardon like I'm fartin'
The one comes with a bullet, that goes beyond chartin'! - You couldn't finish what I'm startin', I'm...
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[beat fades out]
[Outro: Mr. Porter]

Royce Da 5'9'', I Won't Be

What was that?
"I'm bout to blow the fuck up, UHH!" "Yeah"
If I ain't never been beat by niggas, I won't be
If I ain't never been dissed by niggas, I won't be
If I ain't never been robbed by niggas, I won't be
If I ain't never been killed by niggas, I won't be
If I ain't never been beat by niggas, I won't be
If I ain't never been dissed by niggas, I won't be
If I ain't never been robbed by niggas, I won't be
If I ain't keepin it real wit niggas, I won't win
Defeat glory, rather it's deep stories or helluva quotes
Never below, better than dope, off to the side
Watchin you play games like the veteran coach
If what you spit off the top's never been wrote
Then why you all punchlines, you tellin a joke?
I'm never right, you'll forever be the best
I'll never be less than the best
Physically Christ, you guessed cuz never it's like
Equivalent to forever twice
The exception to the word perfection
I'll never be broke, if I ain't sellin you rap, I'm sellin you coke
Just when you thought I couldn't get better, I spoke
And sendin you back to the lab
What would you equal after the math, I'm tellin results
I'm bad as they come, time flys, I'm havin some fun
The second I spoke, the battle is won, what
I'll be hated, takin rap to where it's never been taken
Say "never say never" but never's forever mistaken
I'm hopin to change my name, get spoken in vain
Niggas is broke in the game, still hopin for change
You ain't feelin me, you feelin energy
Instantly sent
Lettin you know I'm the epitome of what the shit'll be
Hater-proof resistant, say the truth
Ain't nobody like mines, you try to bite mines and break a tooth
We stay on the outside the chalklines
Leavin you inside outlined, try to doubt mines and you can die
Just think if the game had no Royce
It be niggas wit fame and fans that should hate him but have no choice
I'm blowin so much I'm glowin
All throughout my camp is showin
They all my niggas that I trust cuz I know em
We movin toward the cheddar, the more the better
So when you say never make sure it's forever, what

Royce Da 5'9'', I Owe You

Royce Da 5'9'', I Hate Your Pants (skinny Jeans)

[singing: Royce Da 5'9"]
Come away with me
Let's journey to a land where men, are men (sha'mon)
And I wish, that this all was a dream
Those skinny jeans, how do you get yo' balls in them things?
And the day that my son should want a pair
That's gon' be the same day that I put a gun to my head [BLAM]
And why would you want your booty to stick out?
Just be glad, you're, not, in jail (sha'mon)
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" - singing]
You are gay to me, and that's okay to me
But I still, hate, your pants
You're a fag to me, long as you're happy B
But that, don't mean, I have, to like, your pants
[Royce Da 5'9" - singing]
Where did you buy those things? Are those designer jeans?
Cause I, haven't, seen 'em, at Saks (sha'mon)
And I wish, that this all was a dream
You got a crotch like a Ken doll in them jeans
And there's no way I should be able to see the imprint of your knees
And them jeans, make you look like you got big feet
And I wish that y'all would quit it with that dance
And I hope, y'all, go, to hell (sha'mon)
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
(Sha'mon) Skinny jeans really, gross me out
It's just the whole concept, you know?
Pullin them over your hairy man ass
And then, havin to peel them off your hairy legs
It's disgusting; Mickey Factz was
In the same room with Joey, when he got punched in the eye
I blame it on the skinny jeans
I blame it on the skinny jeans cause he couldn't react fast enough
Cause uh, his legs was all caught up, in the skinny

Royce Da 5'9'', I & Me

Royce is goin to fuckin kill you
Ha, true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Yeah, up in the studio gettin blowed
Truest shit I ever spoke
How can I go from rockin wit Dre, to fallin out
Wit Shady, and popin my glock on the block to droppin on Koch!
Mistakes that I've made, I've learned to regret
Impatiently we blazin them AK's, to earn the respect
(I) don' been in the trenches for years, in this rap shit
Where my name is mention is fear, compared to that shit
(I) don' paid my dues, (I) don' learned more from my mistakes
Then I learned in any grade in my school
(I) could have made you today, (I) could raise ya brow
On a label that's foul or made you on radio play
(I) could guide myself, through the game myself
Give you the chills, kill hip hop, and save myself
(I) learned to behave myself, people choose sides when
They figure you die, I learned they take away my wealth
All these niggaz that used to page me, everyday that I dealt
But they all gone, y'all wrong, (I) page myself, because
I do this music for me, I take time and put pride in it
This music is me, it's no ruinin me
I'm the truest MC, as hot as you need me to be, as cool as can be
If you was true as me, then this for you, but I do it for
I do this music for me, I take time and put pride in it
This music is me, it's no ruinin me
I'm the truest MC, as hot as you need me to be, as cool as can be
If you was true as me, then this for you, but I do it for me
Every breath I breathe, every second I have
To be in the lab, wit young man, makin a track at least
In the basement, rappin in peace, +Patiently Waiting+
To blow up and grow up, back and away from this rappin beef shit
All of that should cease, cause I feel like quittin
Back to the factory, rap for ME, when I feel like spittin
Go out and kill a clown a day, don't call me Royce no more
It's Ryan, I just threw Detroit's crown away!
It's only so many times, I could let my temper get tested
I can't handle it, I'll eventually get aressted
I'm on the verge of doin some things, that won't help - shit!
Take myself away from my family, is so selfish
I can't help shit, lately I been ignorin rules
You takin care of too many people, to go and lose
(I) do my music and speak truely, without the influence of movies
Or these fools in the street, that wanna do me, nigga
True motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Yeah, up in the studio gettin blowed
Truest shit I ever spoke
Yeah, hopin you true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Yeah, up in the studio gettin blowed

Royce Da 5'9'', Hood Love

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9" - talking]
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
It ain't nothin like (like, like)
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Preme
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
It ain't nothin like love from the hood (hood)
Ain't no feelin like rollin through knowin you good (good)
'Cause you been keepin it real
When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)
Love from the hood
Ain't no feelin like rollin through knowin you good
'Cause you been keepin it true (true)
When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Royce Da 5'9" give ya I'll verses
Ryan Montgomery is the real person
No makeup, that's why you couldn't touch me up
I remember bein locked up (locked up)
This nigga walked up, tryin to battle (okay)
I went ahead and let 'em finish then I told 'em "do that again I'm a
Fuck you up" (true story)
Now take a journey through a nigga's psyche
The only snitch in my life is the chick tryin to split up me and wifey
You think you like me, I'm aight with that
I don't even call my nigga Budden "Mouse", it sound too much like a rat
So may your steps be just like your stacks (stacks)
High, afraid of death, havin a life attack
It's I, got the soldiers for the coca price
Your poker face on, I'm a turn your channel to the "Poltergeist" (woo)
My out of town niggaz know the business
When you land, I'll come get you, we gon' get it
[Chorus: Bun B]
It ain't nothin like love from the hood
Ain't no feelin like rollin through and knowin you good
'Cause you been keepin it real
When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)
It ain't nothin like love from the hood
Ain't no feelin like rollin through and knowin you good
'Cause you been keepin it trill
When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)
[Verse 2: Bun B]
It ain't nothin like walkin your block
One deep on your city streets nigga, no hawk or no glock
No blades in your mouth or box cutters in socks
'Cause real niggaz show love and bad bitches on your jock
Every corner got a homie you know well
Even if somebody see a deal, then they won't tell (shh)
Your man say he got the goods, so you tryin him out
The ice cream truck roll through, you buyin 'em out
The youngsters helpin out the old folks (hold up), with something hard to do
The kids is playin, nobody beefin and it's a barbeque
And every backyard with the old school jams on
Sweet potato pie courtesy of your grandma (already)
Everybody's home, nobody on the yard
We drinkin and smokin the night away with no regard
Nobody arguin and everything's good
Man it ain't nothin like love from the hood, that's understood
[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]
It ain't nothin like love from the hood
Ain't no feelin like comin through knowin you good
'Cause you be keepin it real
When they see you, they salute you (salute you, come on)
It ain't nothin like love from the hood
Ain't no feelin like comin through knowin you good
'Cause you be keepin it G
When they see you, they salute you (salute you, word)
[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
It ain't nothin like, what I do every other night
Pick up the liquor, send the fiends to go get the cups and ice
Sit on that project bench and have some of the funnest nice (come on)
We spend that wrong doin makin money the summer right (yeah)
The smell of somebody barbeque got my stomach hype (mmm)
'Tata salad, rice and some chicken, a little something light (uh huh)
A beast with the cards, they always ask me to shuffle twice
Swear that I be cheatin, I'm just fuckin nice (haha)
Cut that, rug rat, niggaz that robbed, never tried your boy (never)
Only just me, no security that I employ (nope)
I never need to wear iron toy (why?)
I ain't naive, I just hang with some killers and I'm their pride and joy (yeah)
But nah, ain't about that right now (nah)
It's about the jokes, weed smoke and the cat fights, meow (what else?)
It's about them New Year's on the roof, with your gat like bloaw

Royce Da 5'9'', Hit Em

[Intro: DJ Premier speaking]
Yo Royce. The gloves is on? Don't play around with these motherfuckers. It's time to...
[Royce (Statik Selektah):]
Hit 'em. (It's the Bar Exam)
Hit 'em. (Royce Da 5'9")
Hit 'em.
[Verse 1:]
5'9" stand back he about to blow
Snatch your hoe, let her go she about to blow
That fo fo that he's holdin' is about to blow
I thought I told you motherfuckers it's over
Bliiiiiiip
Stick up
I got the gats out grindin'
Give me any kinda Preme track I rap out rhymin'
And bliiiiiip
Switch up, turnaround and rap bout diamonds
Tell the underground I'm shinin'
I'll be back I promise
What you lookin' at dog?
Your boy is fire
The more time goes by his nose gets higher
Plus he been pushin' that bar
He knows what he wants
He'll fuck a Pussycat Doll before he retires
It's all about black and white
It's like a piano
The white and black cards you dealt
Life is a gamble
You might rap hard today like you an animal
Then suddenly, tomorrow you gay, like The Sopranos
I done seen it all
Lyrical niggas who dumb it
Down
For y'all niggas to sing along and still do nothin'
You simple like the ABC's, is y'all countin'?
You like a caption at the bottom, with the ball bouncin'
[Chorus:]
5'9" stand back he about to blow
Snatch your hoe, let her go she about to blow
That fo' fo' that he's holdin' is about to blow
Preme tell 'em who it is just so that they know
[DJ Premier:] "Royce Da 5'9"
Hit 'em
[Dead Prez:] "Just a young nigga caught in the mix"
Hit 'em
"It's rugged and underground"
Hit 'em
[Xzibit:] "You can't run no games"
[Verse 2:]
5'9" crystal clear
Pistol in here
You disappear and soon as I shoot it if you appear
You see it clear if I appear to be clutchin' a shottie
The butt on the gun is bigger than Buffy The Bodys
I go upside your head with it and fuck up the party
Oooh, I make your ass loose those couple Bacardis
The 40 long came along with a couple of bodies
I know a couple Corrleones, a couple of Gottis
My story long nigga, I stay deep in the drama
I get my Maury on nigga and sleep with ya momma
I done did wifes, did dimes
Did niggas in when the tripped
Cause they found out the kids mines
Blew the tec off
Drew the column up on who the best
Put himself, Nas, Jay on it and moved the rest off
I'm a "Gang"sta as well as a "Star"
Put 'em together and you caught me pickin' up where Guru left off
[Chorus:]
5'9" stand back he about to blow
Snatch your hoe, let her go she about to blow
That fo' fo' that he's holdin' is about to blow

Royce Da 5'9'', HERE THEY COME

[Intro: x4]
Here they come yo
Here they come
[Verse 1:]
Yeah Yeah
I ex-spits your bole
The tire you kicks is toyal
Black diamonds lookin' like tires dipped in oil
You niggas is about as fly as the wings on a parrot
If you a king I turn you into a king on a terrace
I'm sick with the fuck-a-nigga flu
Defiant as?
The Imus
These nappy headed hoes is like a science
When I got the permit to tell that bitch "perm it"
These niggas ain't got
Nothin' up their sleeves like a tank top
Stay in the streets with you like some rain drops
Nickel can't stop
Stick the game up
Leave them hands up
And then I flee away with Lil' Wayne's spot
Here they come yo
Bitches in the front row
Titties out they blouses
Screamin' out that they want mo
This is that
Lights out
Bring them bikes out
White boys bring them spikes out
I goes in
[Chorus:]
Where the G's at?
Throw your hands up
Stand up
Give me feed back
Where the G's at?
Where them true MC's at?
Guess who stepped through?
Royce
(He's back)
[Verse 2:]
I'm a problem to these little niggas ain't I ma?
I'm prettier than you are honey, how vein am I?
Which lane am I?
I can do whatever style
I'm a mixture between Old Jeezy & 7 Mile
Let them bow to the devil's son, heaven's child
I'm the present, now and naw, I ain't tryin' to reconcile (nope)
All I'm tryin' to say is, what you been eatin'
I'm takin' til you lookin' like the '07 Kevin Liles
This a new day
But I ain't here to shoot you up
I'm sayin', not the new Dre and I'm the new Kurupt
Machine gun flow
Run and put the two two up
Tell the label to throw the tutu on you when they suit you up
Here they come yo
Soundin' like the booth blew up
Every time I rhyme you have to come and wipe the poo poo up
This is that
Light out
Bring them bikes out
White boys bring them spikes out
I goes in
[Chorus:]
Where the G's at?
Throw your hands up, stand up
Give me feedback
Where the G's at?
Where the true MC's at?
Guess who stepped through
Royce
(He's back)
[Verse 3:]
A lot of speculation on a nigga's reputation
I better state that I don't hesitate to set it straight
D Twizzy, them my niggas I don't ever hate
We can do a song for the cheddar date, set a date
And I ain't never fake
Always real always feel
Sicker than whoever you feel is always I'll
But I ain't sorry, chill
I ain't come from Sorryville
I'm from the land of banana clips and Ferrari peels
Off leavin' a cloud of smoke the child is dope
The man is crack and I'm demandin' my advantage back (yes)
And it's that simple
Your man is back sinful
My bitch icey, nicety as Janet Jack Central
Here they come yo
Drum roll
Only one flow
Son know
And it's the reason you don't want "Whoa"
This is that lights out
Bring them bikes out
Whites boys...
Y'all know the rest

Royce Da 5'9'', Heat To The Streets

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm illa rhyme spitter
I am like an arms dealer
I sell heat to the streets nigga
C'mon
Shine til I'm blind nigga
Dime getter
I sell heat to the streets nigga
[Royce Da 5'9":]
It's like nigga hate and we line up
All of them in one place
And we give them standing ovations
And I don't mean like Rhianna
I mean, squeezin' that llama
Dumb rappin', gun clappin', knee deep in that drama
Bakin' like a salon(a)
I'm a
Fight 'em like I'm in 'Nam(a)
Night 'em like a pajama
Bite him like a piranha
Hok, spit on ya Honor
[Kid Vishis:]
Kurt Cobain, suicidal
You got the nerve of Nirvana
Bullets touch men and women
Just as quick as Madonna
Little nigga
I'll do to ya momma
What the KKK wanna do to Obama
I just need one K
I'm a repeat blocka
Tear up your whole block
[Royce Da 5'9":]
The drum hold a hundred hot ones
I'm a
5 comma
9 apostrophe ass nigga
Spaz happy
Slash colostomy bag giver
[Kid Vishis:]
Slash the ass kicker
Slash the last lyrical ass nigga
Imperial swag
C'mon
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Nigga know they don't want it with me
I'm the gas mask
To niggas that's runnin' on E
High as a wavy neighbor
I want my just due, two mules and 80 acres
Lady Day to stretch her pussy out like baby labor
The beefs embedded in me, I got fillet behavior
I got the A.R.-itis
[Kid Vishis:]
Pop, shady flavor
I got gravy paper
That means I'm on top
That gun cocked is goin' down like Yung Joc
I'm the 80's savior
You want doe, I be the baker
Cakes up, I oven haters
I'm who made ya
I'm Kobe Bryant
Who care about the rest of you Lakers?
Infiltrate the truth and expose what's left
[Royce Da 5'9":]
We the best haters
Put you on respirators
Put money on your head and up it like an escalator
Page full of rhymes
I'm about to lay the paper
I do the labor, Keno do the day to day stuff

Royce Da 5'9'', Heartbeat

Yea, Listen [repeated]
[Sample:] Listen to the heart
Blood burgundy soul, heart cold
Surgery flowed, they operate like an emergency
[Sample x2:] Listen to the heartbeat
Harder, Yea, I know that you know I can rip it
I hope that you listen [echoes] [heartbeat sound]
Listen, I know my position
I'm young, your profession is distant, I run to it
It feels like it comes closer but misses
I been exposed to the most vicious
Meanin' I know the difference between those that are dope
Or those that are +Pulp Fiction+
My words are weapons, they serve and protect
Behind verbs and a lesson I teach
For the nerve that your testin'
I'll reach you from like thirty directions
Heat you like, the early detections
Like he questions or he for the strike
Your number it came and crumbled your fame
Into a ball, a umbrella dissolved into flames
You under my brain, you fell in my shower, lyrics my power
Your time is now, this is your hour to listen and it's windin' down
Your mission to make your way if your smart
He play his part, you can never take away his heart
Listen [repeated]
I know that you know I can rip it [sample]
I hope that you listen
Blood burgundy soul, heart cold
Surgery flowed, they operate like an emergency
[Sample: Listen to the heartbeat]
Yea, Harder, I know that you know I can rip it [sample]
I hope that you listen [echoes] [heartbeat sound]
My spit is like the fits or the (?) cycle that gets
under the dirt, that gets, under the skirt of your bitch
Under your nose, so get onto your toes
This is the reason you ballers is leavin' me all in control
My brother, you should play the back if you loud
I make you fade the black if you wild
So you should stay in back and be proud
I never take for granted my style
'Cause him who handed it down to me
Slim who demanded, take advantages now
I'm breezin' away from competitive ways
Every day I'm leavin' a race
I'm leadin' every step of the way that I'm breathin'
And the reason that the hunger's increased
I'm under my peeps speed and I'm underneath the numbers I seek
I speak if you never show me respect
No longer lookin' up to rappers and thank I actored? the ones that I met
Listen [repeated]
I know that you know I can rip it
I hope that you listen
Blood burgundy soul, heart cold
Surgery flowed, they operate like an emergency
[Sample:] Listen to the heartbeat
Harder, Yea, I know that you know I can rip it [sample]
I hope that you listen
Listen [repeated]
[Sample:] Listen to the heartbeat

Royce Da 5'9'', Happy Bar Exam 2

[Intro:]
Yo, Green Lantern man. You know how we do man. We shittin' on niggas dot com
It's a fuckin' invasion you bastards
We a problem
Scratches "Invasion" - Nas
Green Lantern
[Marv Won:]
Aye, aye
I'm back on my bullshit
Come chill with the crook
I'm rejuvenated bitch, I feel as good as I look
That's awesome
Show me who's talkin' and I'll off 'em
From Austin to Boston, make 'em floss in coffins
Shit, if I ain't the man, I'm standin' next to him
Starvin'
Somebody bring me a Dexitrim
To suppress my appetite
I feast on niggas who ain't rappin' right
Learn in the after life
If I ain't the best baller, I'm right after Mike
Cockier than the nigga that make "Flashing Lights"
I'm the king of the jungle
I'll stop all the scoring of your block without bringin' Mutumbo
A 100 round drums is what I bring to the rumble
Brash
I ain't get a thing when I was humble
And why should I be?
Niggas ain't good as me
The best black champ we had in a while like Booker T
One of the best, but overlooked like I'm Pusha T
You little pussies get fucked
Here go the douche for free
There ain't too much that Marv can't do
Make way for royalty
Happy Bar Exam 2
[Royce Da 5'9":]
You welcome
Bubble like Seltzer
Bubble lights do a double life crime what else then?
Gun shots kinda sound like the llama belchin'
Shittin' like I'm rhymin' in the John like Elton
I turn a nigga into stone
Send out a blast like an e-mail to shoot ya
Female Medusa
"It Wasn't Me" like Shaggy
Denaun [da nine] did it
Like a fag was snitchin' on D-12 producer
Give you a buck 50 this evenin'
This is my time of the month
If you ain't fuckin' with me you bleedin'
I can't count how many whips I be stickin' keys in
Bitch, you ain't dissin' me, you just committin' treason
Red wine or Reislin?
Has been, I'm a "he's been... "
Everywhere
I'm Bigger than Cease's friend
Lyrics written down with a G's pen
Hood rats on me cause I'm in a trap
I'm gonna give her cheese then
She with me, she never dick teasin'
Wrist freezin'
She's tellin' me I'm just seizin'
She do whatever I tell her as long as it's with reason
So I'm gonna tell her to blow me till she quits breathin'
She playin' position, but it's me receivin'
The cum comin' through them gums looks like the bitch teethin'
Diss me, get treated like you was just leavin'
After I quit sqeezin'
I'm the shit fool
Every year in my past, my shit list grew
Niggas switched up and got ripped up like Rick Rude
Yeah, I don't fuck around with that mic
You try to fuck with me you probably fuck around with that white
What you a cluck?
I psycho spit
Y'all writtin' with lead
I'm writtin' my rhymes with rifle tips
I'm excitin' like highlights of Michael's clips
I run the net like my mics a microchip
Nickle
Happy Bar Exam 2

Royce Da 5'9'', Gun Harmonizing

"Somebody lift me up, yeah
And give me a hannnnnd
Give me a ride, I'm sliding off the highway
There's a curve in the road
I don't know when I'm going, crazy"
[Royce scatting and making gun sounds for next 22 seconds]
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Verbalizin my fiend murder
Communicatin while you debatin usin machine squirters
Brrap, that trigger's my tongue, I let you lick it
Nigga that, fo'-fifth'll, lift a nigga, whole clique up
The Lord call for your soul, it's time to go pick up
Answer the horn, it's blowin at you, you cold stiff up
My heat, heatin my whole hip up, all we do is court strippers
Your metal freezin like it's a morgue zipper
I (I) ride around with Preme
Not the Preme from Queens, but the Preme from [? ]
'Bout to change the game, 'bout to fly the desert, eagle
For y'all people like the wing's the clip, and the barrel's the beak
My perilous fleece, I'm a throw on them diamonds
I'm a pharoah deceased, like a spawn was rhymin
And, I would advice ya not attempt to
New "Temptations", the gun harmonizin
[Royce scatting and making gun sounds for next 22 seconds]
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Every bullet's a note
I write with a firing pen every time the, trigger pull it's a quote
Inside a poof full of smoke
Sniffin lines of that gunpowder I'm hotter than a pair of boots and a coat
And a turtleneck
The best rapper alive could be the best rapper that died, a murderous
If you ain't get it by now I'm suicidal
I'm wild, a nigga better than me is who I ain't heard of yet
So I ain't murdered yet
He ain't even been born, his momma's a virgin, she ain't even furtile yet
Prepare to get back - next time you take a shit
Stand and turn around and look in the toilet then compare me to THAT
Don't compare me to none of these motherfuckin
Wannabe hustlers tough until they standin in front of me duckin
It's off with yo' head nigga 'less you one of them Dodgers
We sound off as one, we gun harmonize!

Royce Da 5'9'', Gorilla Pimp

[Intro:]
Yeah (Statik Selektah). Royce Da 5'9", Statik Selektah, my nigga Preme
This is the Bar Exam. Gorilla camp nigga
[Verse:]
If you ain't callin' me king
Fuck it the mayor will
You think you fly
Then you about as high as a Ferris wheel
You not dope
You like soap
I'm like coke
It's like comparing Clearasil to Seroquel
But there is still too many things to name 'em all
We ain't the same
You niggas is dames in trainin' bras
I get brain from bitches with big tits
You got a dick with shit stains
I hits the hangy ball
That's the deep throat for niggas that don't get it
It's so hopeless
Bet they can only blow smokin'
No jokin'
I'm chrome kitted
Whenever you see me ridin'
Unless I'm in Hollywood, gold spoken
My shit kicks the loudest
My chick's kicks is Prada
The big body Benz is sick
Kicks is Bravis
Switch out and tell the Impala
To sit as high as a big dick toddler
Bitch, get dollars
I don't kick knowledge
I quit college for hip hop
If I get violent
You probably should kick rocks
Verbally vivid
Lyrically clear
Snitches shouldn't be murdered
They should just be livin' in fear
They should just be raped
No homo
My professional hit mens
Will merk for me and they work pro bono
New engine
Too sickenin'
Me and web
Got the hood up on the block watchin' the new Pistons
[Outro:]
Shout out to my nigga Will. This is the Bar Exam nigga

Royce Da 5'9'', Gone In 30 Seconds

[Royce Da 5'9"]
(Yeah) So you talkin about me so you can get known
'Til the .9's is out flyin out with the split bones
I learned you just talkin, it's just a song
Your words will not turn to sticks and stone
Don't worry about murder my mob won't do it
Only worries is worryin how I'm gon' do it
That mouth you got, it'll create yo' hype
And you might wanna watch it cause it could save yo' life
[Chorus: Royce]
I don't mess with what I can't leave in less than thirty seconds
You will rest in a box in back of a hearse if I feel threatened
You got your vest on but I don't know why cause my AK say it's just a shirt
You be bench-pressin the earth and not blastin or askin questions, first
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah.. c'mon, yeah.. M.I.C...
Of all I'm a gangsta, the album is scary
I'm Malcolm, I'll get down if necessary (necessary)
By any means - in which
you breathe in the mic is the reason you left with a skinny team
This .9 rings, settin 'em straight
The rest, I'll show 'em what the five fingers said to the face
If, act hard and you will head for the Gates
And I don't mean the one in your backyard; I'm talkin Pearly
Christians call it sinnin (yeah) Muslims call it winnin
and witnesses call me worldly (worldly)
This life is full of the type of nigga that'll pull out a gun or a knife
Do it and run off in the night
We specialize in the truest to ever ride
You slip you lose your life, you blew it like a breathilizer
Asbestos flames come out of his mouth, he a rider
The next best thing to the Mafia and my motto is
[Chorus]
[Royce - over Chorus]
Yeah.. Rock Bottom nigga, yeah
T-Dot nigga, yeah, the M.I.C.
[T-Dot]
Spittin real life from this shit
AK rifle with clips is chrome with the knife on the tip
Or two .9's sit right on my hip, that'll light up your strip
And if you drivin let 'em die in your whip
Moms cryin and shit, fuck talk, better duck the lead
Cause them bullets poppin out the toaster like Wonder bread
Rhyme with your Lex out, chief in ex' house beaten
when I whip tecs out you stressed out bleedin
Wife and kids get X'ed out even
Kill stress out, catch 'em leavin while I'm in the next house squeezin
Stop breathin when barettas be spittin, I never be missin
We actin like the gun law never resistant (whoa)
See I laugh when niggaz be stuntin
Cause one flick of a button'll pop the stash and the triggers be thumpin
Dumpin niggaz ain't killin right, dealers ain't dealin right
Fuck the mic, real life, this is what I'm feelin like (like)
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Uhh.. D-Elite nigga, yeah
Tre Little nigga, yeah, c'mon, yeah
So you talkin about me so you can get known
'Til the .9's is out flyin out with the split bones
I learned you just talkin, it's just a song
Your words will not turn to sticks and stone
Don't worry about murder my mob won't do it
Only worries is worryin how I'm gon' do it
That mouth you got, it'll create yo' hype
And you might wanna watch it cause it could save yo' life
[Tre Little]
Yo, whatever homie, you can go and take that chain off
Respect the pistol, it's official, Little got them thangs out
I hang out at bars where shots ring out at cars
I game all your broads like, "Ho, come with a star" (c'mon)
E'rybody know me, well at least in the D
Gotta be top three; Gordy, Zeke or me
Arrogant as a fuck, like "Damn, I match my truck"
Gun and chain ain't tucked, you don't wanna run up (you don't want it)
Yeah, it's just not worth it, I got stripes like a zebra
Make you run like a cheetah, I don't mind if we meet up
Your neck a lil' froze, then let me turn the heat up
Burger and the beef up, I'm like Kain when I creep up
Hold me down, run them sneakers
Homie I don't know your people, yeah I'm bout to fly my eagle man
And I don't care what y'all say in these streets
We deep, D-Elite'll Nyquil you to sleep, yeah
[Chorus]
[Royce: over Chorus]
Yeah, uhh, yeah
Yeah, yeah.. this that shit right here K
Yeah, shooter music nigga
We call this shooter music
[T-Dot]
Uh-huh, yea
Royce fever nina, T-Dot range
Tre Little, Rock Bottom

Royce Da 5'9'', Gone (the Return Of Malcolm)

[Statik Selektah:]
This shit right here is called The Return Of Malcolm
Don't take it too personal. Listen close
[Royce:]
I feel like I'm at the height of my jump while y'all pivotin'
While y'all visitin' I'm livin' here, ball in a year
The hundreds and fifties in cheeseburgers
The twenties is balled up
You lookin' for singles they all in the air
The hundreds of bitches that we murdered
We ain't literally speakin'
We just team up and we squirt all up in they hair
Give us some coke and a promise
Give us some nut in the throat
She suck till she spittin' up coconut vomit
Get it?
Pardon me miss
I'm just fed up with the way the system is set up
The shit that they had me livin' in prison was better
Rhymin' perfection
Is it a set up?
To give me a year in the county around the time of election?
Or should I just shut up?
Zip it or kick it?
Try to get you to picture the vision
Lyrically, this is my petition to picket
Free me or, eventually see me
The heat in my belt hangs an inch from my pee pee like a key to my cell
To censor me is to censor my CD which inspires me
To spit what will eventually be the key to myself
Times is changin'
Everybody's Gods the same
But they minds ain't
So I talk about they kind is dangerous
Blacks against Affirmative Action sounds as insane
As the war in Iraq while Saddam is hangin'
A dead man's a dead man
Ain't two of a kind
You can't break me
I'm head standin' doin' my time
It's nothin'
My crew bakin' my bread while I'm jail
Had niggas buffin' my boots and makin' my bed
Time will tell who down to bail
If you gettin' down and how wild your arms will flail
When I bomb I unwind like I'm a spawn from hell
The only shots you takin' are those that evolve from shells
(The following name has been edited to keep the peace)
Something is on your mind then nigga say it
You scared?
If I was tryin' to X you out then you know you'd be dead
You need beef with me like you need a hole in your head
You little Stone Throwers
You signed-to-a-label-ass-niggas ain't sayin' shit till you own yours
Whenever them triggers is buckin'
I got to write a label to Trojan requestin' them niggas to up it
Cause my dick get bigger
My balls get larger
To a size that my drawers can't swallow
For y'all it suicide
The verbal amphetamine
The [? ] is cold place, inserted with Ketamine
Spoken, they pulsate
Earthquake
Houston we got a problem
I'm settin' your turf straight
Your troops I private piles 'em up
The holocaust (cost) you pay is Hitler's
You dis me, and get merked for Christmas
But the curse if gift less
I'm the first to spit shit
From a podium
Go to your local church to get this
Y'all sell chickens I only serve the biscuit
Leave your blood on the street
You get curbed with blisters
Chicken noodle soup your brains, let it rain
And I clear it out
All the vets say I'm official
And you can ask Diddy
But now that I'm doing time like Shyne
Nigga I'll probably "Press Play" on a pistol
Political prisoner
Got ammo around my torso like Rambo
Banana around my waist like I'm a gorilla
It's time to apply my pace now on the fo' rilla
Bandanna around my face like dead prez
[Woman's voice:]
Statik Selektah
[Royce:]
Take a breather
You are now ridin' with a flow the fliest
Selassie inside
Who Jesus chose
Who Hov inspires
Extreme formula in this chess game
Accept change
You the king
We the queen corner a
Best thing spittin' since a geyser
The methane rhythm, it's supplier
Written with the fire
Doused by the best team
With him when he ridin'
Cause the check flame when it get divided
Bout
Niggas livin' through decisions
Learnin' ain't givin' you the business
Quittin' is a privilege
Suited at a funeral, killin' any witness
Over dead prez's
I'm here to view the digits
Clearin' out the air space
Pointin' out who ain't dead
Gods gift to this world
I'm going out with reindeer
Comin' back and bang ya
Leap Year is a thang of the past
When I return and spring from my ashes
Like a deranged angel
Who came cause you asked
But I ain't here to save you, I came for your ass
It's sorta like the reaper
Blowin' at your concert
We write through the speakers
Knowin' that it's God's work
Rap is a prison that'll trap you in freedom
The contradiction of your past
The after you see Him
I don't have to proceed with no master's degree
To change the art
I came and waxed the museum
I saw, I conquered
I paused my disc to do a bid
So y'all can spit bout how you do it big
Nigga is you grown or you a kid?
You trash
And don't make me blast
And turn your dome into a lid
Open your mind
Put led in your brain
You dope for your time
I'm ahead of your game
The door's open
And I'm in it
I'm so focused
You still focusin'
And when I'm finished you gonna be hopin' it still opens
Maybe I lucked up?
Either I'm straight crazy or slavery got a nigga fucked up
Eminem and Kramer
The minimum will blame 'em
The average nigga got the word spinnin' in they chambers
The average nigga raised by the average nigga, aye
It's the average nigga way
To say "nigga" with an "a"
Riddle 'em and hit 'em with the K
Let it speak when he fiddle with the trigger
Let 'em kill 'em with the say
Sodom or Gomorrah
Which one are you the more of?
Chevy's sittin' on 30's and 20's on the Saurus
Fiendin' for that spot
The money bout to burn a hole in my pocket
So I got to extinguish that with a "Blao"
Put it out with a Phantom
Bring it out on the block
With no driver
Hoes, y'all wanna drive or not!
I gotta peel the peddle
A lot of troops done died
Why deal with the devil, knowin' I got a truce with God?
Gotta peel the peddle
A lot of troops done died
Why deal with the devil, knowin' I got a truce with God?
I gotta peel the peddle
A lot of troops done died
Why deal with the devil, knowin' that I got a truce with God?

Royce Da 5'9'', Go Hard Pt. 2

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9" - talking]
Bar Exam 3 tramp. Yeah! Whoooooo!
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Fuck is wrong with you?
Go ahead and inform your crew
That I can end your career in less than a song or two
I'm a tyrant, I'm like an iris in my empire
You're as threatenin' as Miley Cyrus with the hiney virus
Dead a verse, I got more bars than Leavenworth
The present president backwards call me "Tnediserp"
I shoot niggas with knives, stab niggas with guns
Kiss hands and shake babies
I make the medic hurt
Fuck a producer too
Them faggots is fuck boys
I should rap over the Brinks truck backin' up noise
The city's in an uproar over the hustler
I got it on lock like up north but much more
These rap niggas sayin' that they rollin' on them wheels
But the only rollin' they doin' is rollin' on the pill
They high
Speakin' of rollin'
We roll
You will see us get paper before you see us fold
Hip hop nigga
The opposite of neo-soul
The only thing sing is my pistol when I'm takin' Ne-Yo's soul
You aspire to get a chain that's glistenin'
I aspire to get a chain of businesses
I retire nigga
Gettin' at me ain't what the business is
I kill the kitten if he witnesses
I make it look easy
Before I Self Destruct, I'm a get some hoes pregnant like 50 & Lil' Weezy
I don't give a fuck about shit
Got nothin' to say to y'all but "suck dick"
I fuck yo' bitch and send her back to you
Pussy like she been in labor dawg
And when I'm done with she gon' need a cable all
My dream mistress is a Bitch like Nicki Minaj
And if the ass ain't real then I've with the facade
The pistol, the pen, drinkin' with me, pick your demise
The silencers screwed on now the clips in disguise
Now who the fuck goin' harder than Nickel?
I take a shit on any nigga, no regard for tissue I go hard
So much harder than everybody
I John Doe tag the toe of every body
[Chorus:]
We go hard
A yeeeeah
We go hard
Da da da da
He go hard
A yeeeeah
We go hard
Da da da da
We go hard
A yeeeeah
We go hard
Go hard, so hard
So hard, so hard
Whoooa
The best nigga in the game
Yeah, you know this
Da da da da da da da
The game never be the same
Yeah, you know this
[Verse 2: Kid Vishis]
Ignite violence
Make him swallow shells that'll clog his windpipe
Make the doctor do the heimlich
Fightin' for the loot like a riot
This is Pay-Per-View
Rap niggas don't it unless they buyin' this
Blame it on the drugs like Steve-O, you still a Jackass
I spit dope, my fans got a crack habit
If you can beat me on beats congrats
The sore loser when I snatch him out the booth then I beat his ass
What you call rappin', I call trash
Every punch you call strong, I call jabs, so listen
I'm sicker than a stripper, if you tip her give her fifties and twenties
Hit the lights she realize it's counterfeit money
My niggas get large cash
Push the rock good as Bobby Hurley 'fore the car crash
I get star cash
Tour cash, more cash
Don't wanna pay me, I'm a take it out of your ass
Do what you want fam
I say fam cause I fry a man
Feelin' angry man, I'll flight 'em in
Feelin' godly, what fool wanna battle me?
I use the Earth as a cue
And shoot pool with the galaxy
Few could challenge me who do catastrophe
Three cash guns point the guard, I'm Steve Nash
You a rap group, I'll slap through
The only time you see a gun is when mine is pointin' at you
Skip the church and the reverend
I'm a put 'em on a 747 and the destination's Heaven
For example
Break into my notebook and find more shit than the cops friskin' Rambo
Make 'em fade to black, fit 'em for a blindfold
Told you I'm a Dibo pitbull (die slow)
I'll really hit your crib with the semi
Break a nigga baby back and ribs
I call my bullets Chillis
[Chorus:]
We go hard
A yeeeeah
We go hard
Da da da da
He go hard
A yeeeeah
We go hard
Da da da da
We go hard
A yeeeeah
We go hard
Go hard, so hard
So hard, so hard
Whoooa
The best nigga in the game
Yeah, you know this
Da da da da da da da
The game never be the same
You know this
Oh yeaaah, oh yeaaah, oh yeaaah, oh yeaaah
We go hard
A yeeeeah
We go hard
Da da da da
He go hard
A yeeeeah
We go hard
Da da da da
We go hard

Royce Da 5'9'', Go Hard Pt. 1

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Bar Exam 3 is like a mock a nigga, pop a nigga mockery
Housin', put the lock on it, Monopoly
Call me Enterpriser
Stick my battery inside a little white bunny, you can call me Energizer
The most interesting man in the world, I know papi
Sippin' root beer floats Saki mixed with Dos Equis
I'm a Slaughterhouse rock star
I pick up the biggest pig I can find and throw it at the windshield of a cop car
Dissin' me can be pretty fatal
Cause bitch I got "Money In The Bank" from puttin' that shit into Yayo like 50's label
Fuckin' freak
Ya mommy and daddy, daddy and daughter
Ya daddy, your grand daddy, your name fatty is Carter
She like, "Get inside me" but that's a tight squeeze
Once I'm in her juice box she gon' hit the Hi-C's/high c/high sea
I'm hooked up cause I'm I'll ass fuck like I.V.'s
I bare arms like it ain't nothin' up my sleeves
The next MC that rhyme 'official' with 'ref with a whistle'
That ain't Young Money
I'm a definitely diss you
If you
Rhymin' 'packin' a mac' with 'back of the Acura'
Perhaps you can't match my spectacular vernacular
You still rhymin' 'bottles' with 'models'
'College' with 'knowledge'
Usin' the word 'swagga'
You're probably garbage
You thugs funny
Comparin' 5'9" to anybody
You comparin' Superman to Bugs Bunny
[talking: Royce Da 5'9"]
You are now rockin' with the Bar Exam 3! The most interesting man in the world.
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
B3 go
"Hard hard hard"
Nickel Nine go
"Hard hard hard"
Kid Vishis go
"Hard hard hard"
Nigga we so
"Hard hard hard"
[Verse 2: Kid Vishis]
I be blazin'
I'm talkin' 'bout stone
Goliath in the fight verse David
I'll kill ya
Bullets ain't lyrical
Blaoka!
Goin' straight to the point, the gun's Waka Flocka
Rhymes is electric
Fire bolts!
It'll make your voice crack like Whitney hittin' high notes
I got a metal gut with large nuts
You bitch ass niggas, we call y'all "dog butts"
Yeah, I remember what they said
Yeah, my pockets used to be skinny, now they fat like K-Fed
Aww man
My bullet's is a fan of me
Kiss him right in the mouth, do him like Kid Cudi
They say one man's trash, another man's treasure
I call her a fat, black, bitch, you call her Precious
Since I'm a gun blazer
It cost me nothin' to take your money, Vishis like a fund raiser
Rutger by me
You with a gun is a bigger myth than Jay-Z in the Illuminati
This is B verse rockin'
So you gettin' punched up more than Mike Tyson do to paparazzi
Freeze when you see the mag, I don't flash I blast
Leave his ass as nasty as Trina rash
When it come to that rhymin' shit
Nigga, I'm a steroid shot
You a Flintstone Vitamin
[Outro: Royce Da 5'9"]
M.I.C. Records! The most interesting man in the world!
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
B3 go
"Hard hard hard"
Nickel Nine go
"Hard hard hard"
Kid Vishis go
"Hard hard hard"
Nigga we so

Royce Da 5'9'', Go Get 'em

[Intro:]
As we proceed!
[Royce:]
Yeah. Ayo, Statik Selektah
[Statik Selektah:]
What up Royce?
[Royce:]
You know how motherfuckas been like
"Since that nigga Royce got back he's been focused than a motherfucka"
[Statik Selektah:]
It's smash squad
[Royce:]
God damn right. It's the Bar Exam niggas. Yeah, yeah yeah Yeah
[Verse 1:]
I pack llamas
Come at me I react Osama
You wack flow bomber
You asshole, ask your momma
Best known in the past for drama
I got Pac's persona
Topped with the mind of Barack Obama
That's me
Viva me at my leisure
I be any?
[? ] on my Visa
Me and my skeezer
My heat on the seat of vehicle, next to me rollin'
My neck frozen like it's supposed to be in my freezer
Rims and tires
It's Tims and higher
And nigga we don't rent we buy 'em
And that's prolly why y'all scary
Y'all dudes is punks cause y'all shoes on y'all coups and dunks
Is all cheaper than Mulberry's
On the contrary
I'm back and I'm not stoppin'
Model on the back while I'm cat walkin' a crotch rocket
We flier
Cease fire
We gonna keep ridin' till we need tires
You prolly should keep quiet
You niggas think that just because it's dope it's phony
Since I'm God sent that you really supposed to stone me
Cause I rhyme sick, that I won't put cheese up
And put out hits, on niggas faster than Interscope and Sony
[Chorus:]
If they throw you in the cage what you do?
Think about it
Then what?
Man up
And then what?
Get up out
And then what?
Go Gettem'! [x3]
Welcome to the Bar Exam
If he diss you in a rhyme what you do?
Let him do it
And then what?
Let him drop
And then what?
Let him flop
And then what?
Go Gettem'! [x3]
If he diss you in a rhyme what you do?
Let him do it
And then what?
Let him drop
And then what?
Let him flop
And then what?

Royce Da 5'9'', Give Up Your Guns

[Intro: Sample]
When I woke up this morning
I found myself alone
I turned to touch her hair
And she was gone, she was gone
And there beside my pillow
Were her tears from the night before
She said give up your guns and face the law
I robbed a bank in Tampa
And I thought I had it made
But the hounds picked up my trail within the glades
So I ran
And I stumbled on this cabin
And she came to me to me once more
She said give up your guns
She said give up your guns
She said give up your guns
And face the law
[Royce Da 5'9":]
This is a stick up, stick up
Pistols will lift up, lift up
If you don't get up, get up
Your hands
Kwe tell 'em
[Talib Kweli:]
Sucome to the violence
And we get numb and get silent
Get my gun into firing
I'm never runnin' or hidin'
[x2]
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
About a hundred any minute bullets runnin' from the guns
In front of any one of y'all youngins
We ain't trippin in the winter
Still killin' spring chickens
We ain't slippin, we ain't sittin'
You ain't listen this is me
Bitch this Is Nickel bitch
I'm G
With my nigga Kweli
Get back gettin' stacks since 03'
No strings yo swing wack
Spittin' crack makin' tracks
Like a dope fiend oh
Me and my team hot
Dream team I done seen
Obscene fiends seein'
Nigga whole backdrop
Like a green screen stuck before it's cream
So they stuck him up in Sing Sing
I know what you mean dog
I been caught between walls
I don't kill (I'm the boss)
I just make Scream calls
I don't aim I don't give a speech in the streets
Like I'm livin' in the movie
I just let the thing off
Hittin' up my funds while I'm rippin up the slums
With the only pistol left
Cause they givin up they
Guns
[Chorus:]
And now I'm in this cabin where my own true love should be
Instead there lies a note she wrote to me
And it said: though you can't live by the bullet
But you sure as dead can die
My love give up your guns or say goodbye
Goodbye
And the sheriff now is calling with a shotgun at my door
Give up your guns
And face the law
[Royce Da 5'9":]
This is a stick up, stick up
Pistols will lift up, lift up
If you don't get up, get up
Your hands
Kwe tell 'em
[Talib Kweli:]
Come to the violence
And we get numb to get silent
Get my gun into firing
I'm never runnin' or hidin'
[x2]
[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Hell naw my niggas don't make speeches
Cause we ain't no fake preachers
Or follow fake teachers
Soon as the state releases
You from the bank
You not a citizen
You quickly learn the difference
Between rights and privileges
Nothin' like Deliverence
Remember when Sai got shot?
Yo it was winter he layed on the ice shiverin'
Comfortably numb
He was killed for being hungry and young
Violently is how the company run
They dump in the slum
See the flashing lights and the gun
At the end of the tunnel no rebuttal to run
The blood is the sum of the equation
When you add up the factors
The splatters attractive
Life don't matter to rappers
So we glorify and glamorize
Talk about our plans to die
And learn to always stay inside the motherfuckin' camera's eye
Get my good side, murder is so sexy
But the hood cried every time one of us would die
[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Give up my guns never you crazy?
I'm all blazey
All 80 fly out
Put you right out let's try it out
Save the babies
Bressed to impress
Blow a hole in your vest
With suitcase money I roll up the stretch
High powered 9's Mausbergs
Squeeze faster than new V's
Fresh new bags of bullets or bean
Got my paper poppin' and plottin'
I blow a hole right through your stocking
Come out your back and scratch up your lockin'
We real killas and don dons
Pop through the vagabond tons
Boulevards where niggas will pull a card
Wrong songs don't play me lady killas
Baby guerrillas with hate feelings
That'll spray up the ceilings
The best ninjas in the business
Mind your business
Staten judicious
Malicious team we live in the kitchens
And dis niggas go the fuck home
Bring better biscuits
Come to the rally and flash if you with this
[Outro: Raekwon]
I'm not playin'. We shoot niggas. All day. Keep them hollows nigga. They got
New little guns. New little joints with long baby missiles in it. Them the
Joints we play with nigga. The Einsteins is on nigga. Hard bottoms in
The hoodie. Ice Water nigga. Word up. General Shala Raekwon. All day
E'day. A professional. Yeah. Get that money niggas. Don't never give up

Royce Da 5'9'', Gettin Money Freestyle

[Intro:]
Please be clear. This is a fuckin' invasion. Royce Da 5'9"
[Verse:]
I'm gettin' money like a motherfucka
I do dollar like the Yao stretch
Casino chips that Denale bet
Ain't spazzin' at the house party
Mink draggin'/dragon like Bilil breath
Dead prez ran a train on the green lady
That green lady turned around and had a dream baby
That dream baby was I
That green lady was ma
Follow me honey, it sound funny
I'm money
Get it?
Niggas is idiots so probably not
I Murder Inc., let Ashanti & Irv Gotti watch
A walkin' mollie wop
Tell your whole fellat to cock off
Drop the jeans
And take out a foot like when you take a sock off
I ain't attached to no tooley
I quite screwy
I just take the Lock off
Pop it and Drop It like Huey
Weed avenue, bread rollin' on Phillie Street
Triggers get used more than Wayne on "Milli" beat
So don't make me laugh
You think with your class
I think with my math
Not with my dick, I speak on his behalf
Anyone of you motherfuckin' NASCAR tunnel crews
I call you that, cause you fixin' to crash
The word in the hood is I got the bag in the streets
Pull the rig up
Take a load off, like I'm havin' a seat
This black coup is V-12 as far as year
I'm been rappin', reppin' the D-12, ask Proof
As far as tears
My face ain't big enough to relate
How many bodies gone in the form of a tattoo
Alcoholic, my kidney color is black blue
Forever fuck with that Remy, love it like Papoose
Wearin' that XXL mag or in The Source
Being the king of the magazines and in a Porsche
My release date is more important to the country than
Tunin' into your news stations November 4th (Obama!)
I turn niggas into veggies and get my lettuce straight
It's like you niggas addicted to bitch shit, you fetish fake
Dahlmer
Pop you, then eat you on the anniversary of your death
Like the top of a wedding cake
Two timer
Yeah, I keep a bitch on the side
I'm Mr. Warning Guy
You Mr. Wanna Die
The Bar Exam 2 comma
More polished than
Ray Robinson in his prime
The shoe shiner
He kill 'em with his persistence
Sendin' niggas to hit 'em is a silly mission
Like he's one of Diddy's assistants
Look in my trunk and find a pair of legs inside of some gym shoes
Hangin' out a trash bag and in fumes
I spit whole winters and then June
Show up to your video while you performin'
And shoot you like Ben Boom
You might have dealt with the tools
But you ain't swam with them sharks
Nickle, Mike Phelps in the pool
You might pull triggers but you don't pull them like me
Bullets runnin' through shit like the bullets got feet
I'm gonna keep goin' and goin' like a Energizer
Inside a flyin' bullet until the day a bullet stops me
Fuck a bitch, I'm it nigga, I'm a don
I'm the reaper on Cancer, like I'm a sign
Immaculately conceived
Product of dollar signs
The only father of mine
Is Father Time
[Chorus:]
I'm gettin' money like a motherfucker
You ain't got nothin' on me
I'm gettin' money like a motherfucker
Fuck this auto tune shit
That shit sound weak as a bitch
Unless it's me usin' it

Royce Da 5'9'', Forever Freestyle

[Freestyle over Drake, Kanye West, Lil' Wayne & EMINEM's: "Forever" beat.]
[Chorus: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
I'll be shutting niggas up when I taaalk [scream]
But nothings ever gonna get done to me (mee!)
Y'all ain't gon' do nothing at aaaall!
I'm a be talkin' shit forever man! Ever man, ever man...
Shut the fuck up when I taaaalk!
Nothing's ever gonna get done to me (mee!)
Y'all ain't gon' do nothing at aaaall! {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
I talk about your ass forever man! Ever man, ever man... Hh! Ever man! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
[Verse 1:]
Hehe! - Last name Voorhees, first name Jason!
Like a loaded pistol boy ain't nothin' to play with!
You don't want no problems, the drama be too horrendous
Fuck you and your feelings, you momma the who offended!
Pimpin' ain't easy, but bitch I'm in the building
I'm the smack man! - I got a back hand like Serena Williams!
He hungry like them Africans on the TV asking feed the children
Even though he be eating like he Silician! (whooo!) [kids ovation]
I sweat brilliance, I shit genius
You on fire till I come by you and extinguish!
I'm distinguised! - I'm bout to quit writing,
You 'bout to grow a set of hooters while a nigga just winging! (whooo!)
My dick swinging! - It's slappin' my leg so much the shits stingin'
You heard who better than me, bitch bring 'em!
Uhhh! - He stepped up like Rocky, he'll probably be finished (whooo!)
He'll go from looking like he Balboa to Rocky Dennis!
You thought you was winning 'til every tooth in your mouth is in
A pouch in your pocket, the next time you talk to your dentist! (yeeah!)
These lame nigga's say they body's is endless
Get in my lane they license to kill - is probably suspended, [gunshot]
UHHH! - I'm fly! Feeling like I got wings and I'm in the air
I miss my flight tell the pilot I said I'll meet you there! (there!)
Cause he too rare! - There should be a sign on every vocal
Booth that's says if Nickel-9 - choose to do your beat beware! [echoes] [shot]
[kids ovation]
[shots]
[Verse 2:]
Last name +Pay Me+ - first name +Fuck you+!
You collect and call me by my alias, it's [? ]
Find me with your bitch my dick out - with a mouth on it
Take her round the corner a couple times - put some miles on it! [scream]
Take her round monsters! - OG's that used to be slaves
For Reagen helping to fund the Iran contra!
Poster boy for gun wrap
I got all kind of rhymes done about my guns cousin cause I got - tons of them! [gunshot]
I ain't no - industry nigga, I don't do no events! (uh-huh!)
I got some red carpets that under my shoes in the Benz!
He so street - when he do it, the sewers is twin
He spit that shit! - He just spit it into the pen! [blast] (whooo!)
When it come to rhyming, I'm a Ducatti your dude is a Schwinn [blast] (c'mon!)
I don't do parties and you? - You just do men! [blast]
My crew just too sick! Your crew got poopa scoop dicks! [blast]
My crew just drinking [? ] chicks nigga! - Y'all ain't gon' do SHIT! [scream]
Slaughterhouse dynamic is Ortiz too mature for beef
Joey kill you with his words! me? I do it forcefully!
Crooked is the smart one,
But don't you get it twisted that nigga there he will kill ya! - Beanie Si' I ain't hear him!
[2 shots] When I brain storm actual rain comes
I am - one with the streets, I Sam - Cooks the beat until change comes! (C'MON!)
My brain got different compartments,
When it holds the [? ], when it holds the explosives!
One just got a note in it that says on it homie knows that he dope he
Stay on his toes he ferocious, he hopeless the focus on me
With negative energy! - You'll only lose your focus! - I am not the best,
I am death; now let God and Satan iron out the rest! [echoes]
[Outro:]
Ha-ha-ha!
Ha-ha-ha-ha! [kids ovation]
That's the victory laugh.
Ha-ha-ha!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
And since I can't doin' another nigga beat...
But I try thinkin' I'm dissin' him!
Shout out my nigga, Drake!

Royce Da 5'9'', Flow Boy

[Verse 1:]
Yes, bitch, they call me the flow boy
I'm dope, I'm about dough, I'm a dough boy
The mag light up like a glow toy, I let it go
I got a couple skeletons in my past to show...
... The mag light up like a glow toy, I let it go
I got a couple skeletons in my past to show for it
No disrespect to Mr. F.A.B but nigga
I ain't never really been out flowed by no boy
You food look just right, I'm a eat yo porridge
Even though I'm full as a motherfucker, like no storage
I kid you not, I spit too hot, to diss you
Man I should go out and challenge a blow torch
Respect no boy, except maybe Bun B
I'm from the place with the area code shady-1-3
Fuck?, I'm in some new jeans and, guccis
Rockin a District 81 tee
I ain't sayin I'm a ladies man all I'm sayin is
Nigga I don't want every lady that want me
So do the math nigga, they be like "Damn Nickel
You be runnin through hoes like you a shoe string"
I tell you 2 things, 1 don't ever disrespect me
2, call me God, like you from Wu-Tang
I put a bullet inside you cause the truth ain't
Your record deal advance to me, is loose change
Nigga is you sane? I'm the shit, I don't smoke
But I been known to light up a square like butane
The fame made me wait, but not the hoes nigga
I done fucked mo' than Big Daddy Kane in '88
So tell ya man to get back cause the dogs with me
They obedient, I lift a finger up on my hand they attackin
I like my hoes fast, I like my cars fast
Fuck it, I should just go out and date Danica Patrick
I manufacture a maniac rap if you askin
Put life back in hip-hop then put it back in it's casket
Fuck peace, you try to dap and bury the hatchet
Then I'm a clap you and find somewhere to bury the ratchet
[Chorus:]
The flow boys in the buildin tonight
You know I(flow boy, go boy)
The flow boy's in the buildin tonight
You know I(flow boy, go boy)
The flow boys in the buildin(flow boy, go boy)
The flow boys in the buildin(flow boy, go boy)
[Verse 2:]
And yeah, ain't nobody true as us
You ain't gotta like me
I like me enough for the two of us
Don't compare me to the best rapper alive
I contemplate suicide to be compared
To the best rapper that died
I'm chillin with them boys in the hood, like Cuba Gooding
I go to the place in the hood that you shootas shouldn't
We do the case and you do the bookin, like the police
Speakin of them, we reason they do the lookin
I'm the label, I do the songs, I do the pushin
So I'm sittin ontop of the world, while you the cushion
I clean pussies up, yea I do the douchin'
I'm Bill Cosby's tea spoon, and you the puddin
My cousin I've is crazy, all I gotta do is wave
And yeah, it's bye bye baby
I'm higher than Wayne and I rhyme like crazy
I shoot a niggas ass with the 9 like gravy
I sound like Shady, I keep a dime like Halle
In the dark brown cream gut klondike savings
It's like my kidneys compensate for what my liver couldn't
I'm a wolf, to kill me you gon need a silver bullet
Any one of you niggas fuck with me then it'll heat up
Ya'll do niggas beats, I make niggas get a beat up
Any nigga step up, I'm a make him step back
With either that tech black, or the .50 caliber
Glow plated desert eagy, that's for whoever rebellious
The cartridge to it lookin like the Legend of Zelda
Born winner, rhymin like there's two horns in em
After I win the battle rap I'm a blow your
Mothafuckin head off, so you can call me a sore winner
I'll fuck with the game, the rest of ya'll give a fuck
About to much shit, me I don't give a fuck about nothin
I don't give a fuck about shit but the outfit
My name fall out your mouth, I'm at your house quick
You don't want them boys at your crib about 6
Ready to let out a clip like rap about this
My crew like your audience, they clap about shit
We sick, we don't be fightin nobody we probably
Fight eachother whenever we drunk, that's about it
Approach the enemy with caution, born leader
My identity is bossin, aw, ain't he awesome
I been on the? nigga, no homo
My dick get hard when I feel on the trigga nigga
Murder every verse, my rhyme is like a heavy hearse
Each word is deeper than cemetary dirt
That fully automatic I pull it and let him work
Do him a favor and spray his head, I ain't go let him hurt
You better watch your mouth, cause I could knock you
But I'd rather get a glock, somethin to talk about
I'm in ya bushes with the ump thump and ya'll about
To dance with the one night stance soon as you walk it out
Give you the after life, you gotta smart mouth
You a dick and a pussy like you were hermaphrodite
Assassinate you this evenin this here assassin night
Have you weezin, you and Eddie Murphy could laugh alike
The Revival, you could call it the Preme project
But it's violent, you should call it the pork and bean project

Royce Da 5'9'', Feels Good

[Intro: Royce (Pharrell)]
Feel good don't it (Neptunes)
Royce 5'9" baby (Royce da 5'9'!)
My nigga Tre' Little (Yeah, where you at)
What, what, my girl she's putting it down baby
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9" (Girl) + Pharrell Ad-libs]
It's looking like, it's another summertime, everybody wanna rhyme
Long day, short night, ain't nobody done in time
I know what you wanna find (Ladies) with a underline
Knock ya self out playa, long as it ain't none of mine
(Ladies) I know what you want, fellas wit they whips out
Don't walk, don't get caught, jealous, wit ya dick out
No wonder you in the fog, trying see who come through
You only got a mont' or two, to do what you wanna do
(Ladies) wear tight shit, I'm tellin' y'all I like this
I got about thirty thugs, to get in the hype wit
Backyard barbeques, (Ladies) looking eighteen
Too cute to eat meat, plate full of baked beans
Fellas, we the opposite, gotta give me lots of it
Suck the chicken bone, from the bottom to the top of it
We don't want the day to end, knowin' we gon' play again
And again, and again, and again (Come on, come on, yeah)
[Chorus: Kelis + Ad-libs in background]
Doesn't it feel good, to see us make money
Feel good, like everything sunny
Feel good, to see us taking off
Doesn't it feel good to see us war
If they can take it from us at all
And if you breathing (we transform?)
Say la-da-de-da-la-de-da-de-da-de-daa
[Verse 2: Tre' Little]
Slow down y'all relax, enjoy this life
Paper stacks, where they at, come on, enjoy this life
I know it's hard when you ballin' from, obstacles
Police, women, haters, it's like impossible
I came along way dog, this shit is hard to ball
Gettin' here for my life, this for all of y'all
Back to the block, and everything good in the hood
Drop ya top, I'm saying, this one's for the hood
Put yo guns in yo stash, you don't need 'em today
Put the ice grills up, you don't need 'em today
All you need is icey rims, the games we play
Attract women, it feels good, just the games we play
They love it dog, thugs still havin' fun y'all
Too hot, summertime, why you tryna brawl
Feels good dog, roll 'til the wheels fall off
Hot Detroit, I'm pretty sure it's hot by y'all
[Chorus: Kelis + Ad-libs in background]
[Bridge: Kelis + (Tre') + (Pharrell)]
In style, (Without a doubt) (Yo, 5'9")
In style, (Without a doubt) (Yeah, come on)
In style, (Without a doubt) (Ha, ha, ha, yo, yeah)
In style, (Without a doubt) (Neptunes, 5'9")
(La-da-de-da-la-de-da-de-da-de-daa)
[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9" + Ad-libs in background]
I say my crew won't stop, we won't stop
Piece stay on the lot, thing don't drop
We shake it in the park, right in front of the Rover
We gon' do it everyday, 'til the summer is over
Yeah not my type, winter or fall
It's the summertime, so I'ma give you a call
So tell all ya friends let's do it again
And again, and again, and again
[Chorus x2: Kelis + Ad-libs in background]
[Bridge: Tre' Little + (Pharrell)]
... Without a doubt (Nine, elevens)
... Without a doubt (Yo, the hottest it ever get, huh)
... Without a doubt (Can't stop, ice cubes on our wrists)
... Without a doubt (Huh, yeah, come on)
La-da-de-da-la-de-da-de-da-de-daa

Royce Da 5'9'', Far Away

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, what's up girl?
This my love song
Maybe you should or maybe you just shouldn't
Cause baby I wanna take you so far awayyyyyyy, ayy
I'm just playin, I don't really wanna take yo' ass nowhere
Let's do the real song, C'MON!
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
Maybe you should or maybe you just shouldn't
Cause baby this gun'll take you so far awayyyyyyy, ayy
(He'll walk right up and murder youuuu)
Maybe you should or maybe you shouldn't
Cause me and my goons'll take you so far awayyyyyyyyyy
[Royce Da 5'9":]
It's definitely a burner
It's on cause that beef be the recipe to murder
Whoever's in my session's an accessory to murder
My words put niggaz to bed, my records be the Serta
Ay, the raw grind is comin up like wall climbers
Big shit poppin, them pricks is small timers
And y'all must've FORGOT
Like Juelz Santana perform at Hip Hop Honors with the Alzheimer's
I hear you woofin, c'mon, come to the dog diner
We all eat dogs, we roar, we bark buyers
You can't walk by us and talk fly or we'll hogtie ya
Nickel done fucked around and caught fire
I carry the torch and split a nigga up, up
Somebody gon' die, die like a scary divorce
Of course my goons is astoundin
Nigga I use the Auto-Tune because I'm clownin!
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Nigga you don't want a problem
I'm photogenic, my image belong on a dollar
Authentic, my tennis shoes should have "I'm killin you" written on the side of
The willingness to go in, like whatever's inside of a diver
Get in his ass like a sodomizer
Fix him by any means like the plot of "MacGyver"
Nickel runnin for shit, you need to vote for him
They unloadin his flow off of the boat for him
Pardon me Miss Sniffle Nose, the coke charm
I spit shit crazy, with the toast arms
My kicks is crazy, like in "Zohan"
I'm the nucleus of this like a proton
Gat supplier - red nose
Carving yo' staff or shire, rap for hire
Niggaz is corny by nature - on top of that
Niggaz arms is shorter than my nigga Vinnie from Naughty By Nature

Royce Da 5'9'', E.R.

Stop picture me scrubs in the room with hip hop
I'm rackin on with my instruments I'm the doc
Is quest time what the rappers I don't like them caught a ship punch line
These niggas... that is a war about ain't no time but the game... out
These niggas... like they wonder what Malcolm say till I split em with...
I ain't... hard I'm bout to check his post
Where my... to scope... is the... dope
We gonna double you... I will check up a b*tch ass like a
I'm respected like a killer and racking like...
I will keep the tab on you like Twitter
Feel the hate grow give em oxygen and shock a bit
That to feel me the flow.
Chorus:
As long as I'm alive the game only breath in
Even though is... wizzin head em like like clear clear
... as up he was sleeping.
I say as long as I'm alive the game only breathin
Even though is... wizzin head em like like clear clear
... as up he was sleeping.
I'm alive they almost kill me but I hip hop this been...
Surprise I don't stop shocking me now ready to rap
Took a little nap ready to go out stick to my... never again
Will I ever goes keep no more bozo rap I've been hurt nigga
New dojo and... no mercy...
Put your ass... and spit fire with the flick
Gave up homie I was worse in the races but now I'm feelin... one
Really feeling new... I gotta feel I ain't feeling you
F*ck and incredible I can... to hell just to beat the... all over the...
Chorus:
As long as I'm alive the game only breath in
Even though is... wizzin head em like like clear clear
... as up he was sleeping.
I say as long as I'm alive the game only breathin
Even though is... wizzin head em like like clear clear

Royce Da 5'9'', Echo

[Chorus: Liz Rodriguez]
All - around - the world - there's an echo
As - he takes - a bow - and they all know
All the girls - the boys - they chase - the noise
Through the highs and through the lows
They will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo
They will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo
[Interlude: Eminem]
Seems like no matter what I do, just can't get away from them
(Get away from what?) the voices
I hear them calling, calling, calling, calling, calling
[Verse 1: Eminem]
I eat rappers with the rhyme, consume 'em
The only fuckin' thing that you consume is time
I'm super human, my world is like a Rubik's cube
It's too complex girl, you assuming, cupids looming
My mentality's caveman, stupid woman
My life is Truman show - all I have is music, hoe
I stopped chasing every chick under the sun many moons ago
So pretend my dick is a balloon and blow
'Cause you better put a fork in it if you think I'm a lay here just spooning, yo
Oh, you think you the shit 'cause I just said you was beautiful?!?
Diabolical, 'till the last molecule, down to my last hair follicle and cuticle
Rotten to the core to the bunghole all the way down to my sock and the hair on my toe
Ever since I was 13 I learned how to sew and sewed shut my own booty hole
'Cause I ain't took no shit since I looked down to my nuts and saw my first pubic grow
I told these stupid hoes when I come back I'm a set this bitch on fire
And this time I don't mean, I'm a pour gasoline on some chick and light her
'Cause this time when I fuck this world I'm a put the whole goddamn dick inside her
I ain't even put my tip in that hoe yet, I'm a go get nickel and try to rip it wider
[Chorus: Liz Rodriguez]
[Interlude: Royce Da 5'9" (Eminem):]
Hey, did you hear that? [?] Is everybody there?
(I hear them calling, calling, calling, calling, calling me)
[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]
Classical poems - battle my own demons I need a glass of Patron
Bad as I need a horn, stabbin' my clavicle bone, I'm matador prone
First time I seen a Desert Eagle I was lettin' the.44 buss - the.44 pop
First time you seen one, you was eating coco puffs, lookin' at Robocop
I'm not a man, I'm a logo, I'm a such sus-tain [echoes]
In order to clean my veins you need saline
I'm never referring to the solution, I'm talking about more like the Mus-tang
VROOM! - Get respect from the get-go, hello! - Step to the echo (echo)
Pen got a mind of it's own gotta write my rhymes with a timer
Otherwise I'll probably vibe out to a nine minute song [echoes]
As the echo follows the Maserati, as the petrol swallows
I'm a thousand bodies away from a skeleton
Check your Bible inside it, it'll say this guys an elephant
I'm - fly like I'm - killing the scene like I'm - a villain with wings
I'll sleep when I'm 6 feet deep, right now I'm living a dream (living a dream)
Though we may be reckless - the ladies check us
They whisper "Shady Records" - BABY ECHO! [echoes]

Royce Da 5'9'', Duck Down!

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, haha, yeah.
Yeah, I'm on ya phone, ya friends and killers
You Capone 'til I comb the village from home to California
Runnin up on ya Dozen, you cornered
You bust and be gone, I send ya mother a dozen begonias
I make ya boss WISH that he had
somethin that's more vicious and I'm killin anything that he HAD
Past you, I ain't only lyrically killin you BAD
I'm killin you wit a passion and then I'm sealin your casket SHUT!
Too many problems followin me sayin
that I am the +King+, I am a +dream+, I helps my game
Not to offend or hurt the work you put it
My street niggaz feel it, it's self-proclamied
So, who wanna creep? What weakling wanna beef?
+Ben Franklin+ run the streets, he came in a +hundred+ DEEP!
You niggaz can keep ya thirty murkers
I offer 'em all extra money man them niggaz is workers
Where was them niggaz when you had dreads, you liar
You Mekhi Phifer, lay on your side like a hyphen
Nigga I ain't built for who bitch, what now?
Tell 'em niggaz when I see 'em it's on, they better DUCK (down)
[Chorus: x2]
A truce is impossible, fuck you
It's over, you was responsible for the drunk you
You punk you, when I see you you better DUCK (down)
BUM!! Wanted them guns to go boom, boom, boom
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, the problem's that all of you did
somethin that you can't take back, you all know what it is
Compete on wax is what we coulda did
But you think that ya man is so hard just cause he don't rap
What is the street nigga relatin to combat
If he-a put you in the grave then maybe I'm that
Type of nigga like you, I call you a cheapskate
Cause you cheap and when it's beef in the streets you skate
Nigga you can't deny the force
35 hundred in the streets, all just so you can die on my porch
Punk! I will bust my gun 'til the round is finished
You gon' kill who I be stickin around for a minute
PLUS, I'll be on my way; you sound like somebody
who sound like somebody, I don't believe NUTTIN you say (say)
I will make your group feel like SHIT!
Plus he hang where I hang, nigga I will take your booth
We get (down)

Royce Da 5'9'', Dinner Time

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo Royce Da 5'9"
Why you wan' share your food with these niggaz?
We don't share food in the recession
Bite these niggaz like you bite the microphone
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Livin legend inside of a Smith & Wesson slidin out of the barrel
I'm fire, don't try me cause I am HOT!
Police cars with they sirens combined when I'm rhymin
Sayin they got a call that somebody 'round here done fired SHOTS!
Mac-11's in order, the flow is like water
Each quote's a quarter of blow, the chorus is followed by the DOT!
Goons, goblins and creatures and monsters are bouncin
And beat ya and stomp ya and eat ya, don't get swallowed by the BLOCK!
I pay a shrink every week to basically tell me
"Lay here and speak to me" just to say how psychotic I am NOT!
I'm too fly with the viral and physical copies, niggaz sloppy
Look up what you under, I'm what you tryin to TOP!
I'm scared and compared to no man, I'm like the big hand on Big Ben
I get in and I'm hittin my numbers 'round the CLOCK!
I'm 'bout to give it back to my nigga Busta Bust and have a seat
It's convenient I'm already coppin a SQUAT! [echoes]
[Interlude: Busta Rhymes]
Nowadays when niggaz walk around
They start to look like hamburgers and frankfurters
Aiyyo Royce Da 5'9"
Feed on these motherfuckers homie, c'mon!
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Take him, gut him and take out his organs and smorgasbord him
The more important he is I'm toe-taggin his BEAT!
Turn him to chicken chowder, dip him in some sniffin powder
Season him with gasoline and THROW his ass in the CREASE!
Mention my name in a record I'm a come get you lyrically
Individually I'm a take it back to the STREETS!
Cannibalistic mentality, rappers hatin, decapitate him
Rap 'bout what I naturally happen to BE!
Flow is superb and you heard us forget it, two verses
Two murders acquitted, personally it's a wrap, CAPICHE?
Fingers snappin and tappin they feet, clappin what happened the street
'Bout to happily bring it back to the D!
Niggaz claimin harder that all of this time
Niggaz believe him until I see him and then slap him and SEE!
I ain't havin it, havoc is average to me
War's normal, only thing I'm havin is havin a FEAST! [echoes]
[Interlude: Busta Rhymes]
Royce Da 5'9", you my dawg and I'm yo' dawg
Bein that I already sic'ed you on these motherfuckers
It's yo' turn to sic me on they ass
Let's go!
[Busta Rhymes:]
Every time that I marry the rhyme and the beat
I go hairy and grind in the street then I'm fuckin up E'RYBODY
Mobilizin shit like we gorillas and peelin your skin
Like we banana peelers, it's hazardous if you copy
Don't you know that I'm one of the coldest courageous, the boldest contagious
Ain't no one can phase this thing that I do
Well you know since I report the latest that niggaz can't fuck with me
Cause I'm the greatest, my shit is sick like the FLU
You see I'm animalistic, the cataclysmic events
That'll happen whenever I grab the mic and talk
Indeed them bag us specifically that I'm hickory dickory dock
Of this rizzy, the diddy bop in my walk
Now I'm the messenger to set the temperature nigga
Whenever the heat will be needed to hot the block up, I'm sayin
I got the dillinger, Harry Kissinger with the ratchet
The fact is I'm back with the clack and the click, see I ain't playin!
[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
[laughs] Why oh why oh WHY!
Royce Da 5'9" please tell me why!
Why the fuck these niggaz gon' let us get together and do this shit to 'em
It's so fuckin unfair!

Royce Da 5'9'', Death Day

[to the IN DA CLUB beat]
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
This is an exclusive, it's your death day
We gonna party like it's your death day
Now we bringin' the boys again the boy should win
The stroy is told over and over again
What the fuck is you doped up my whole team toys with tools
I got a combustable notebook and a poison pen
Upon game the boy can scrap flows LeBron James
Like a young man among boys of rap, and he's back
To clean house ( yeah ) so shut the fuck up
Steve Stoute said I was wack he bout to shut the fuck up ( yeah )
How riviting am I? I'm living inside my cynical mind
Spillin' my nine a clumsy killer that's comfy with criminal ties
Really the city is mine
Me and Eminem liek Diddy and Shyne ( So )
We 'bout to put the game in a chicken wang
Regardless your artists are surrounded like a picture frame ( and I )
Can look in the future and see better days
Im a gangsta twenty-four hours and seven days
And YES is my mentality you want beef with us
YES is our mentality YES
It's your death day
We gonna party like it's your death day
You want beef with 5'9'' it's your death day
You wanna get slapped right now it's your death day
I want just slap ya I'll shot ya after
Who's the sickest rapper?
It's your death day ( yeah )
Exclusive
Only for my niggaz

Royce Da 5'9'', Count For Nothing

[Intro: Royce:]
{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}
Y'all been frontin
Without a ounce of thuggin
You go against me, you too can count for nothin
[Royce Da 5'9":]
I'm the king of the backpackers
This T-bone contact to any wack rapper
It's biometric how I wet ya
My dialect's an entire weapon, it's set to just fire reckless
BLAP! Like {"one-two"} guns swoop
In the same booth the federales tryin to run through
Like, like {"three-four"} we raw
Me and Vishis tradin like a triple beam seesaw
I'm a veteran, the mac-11 the pump
You could name whoever you want
Wayne... Yay... Jay
Hahaha, I'm just playin with 'em...
I keep the {"four-five"} on my hip
You take me serious then I might trip
About {"seven-eight"} niggaz and die
Feelin some type of way I figure it's pride
I'm the right-on truth
And that's right, I'm even plottin on my own crew
Joey... Crooked... Ortiz
Slaughterhouse!
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}
Y'all been frontin (uh-huh)
Without a ounce of thuggin
You go against me, you too can count for nothin
Like {"One, two"} like {"three"} like
Ha ha, you {"two"} can - count for nothin
[Royce Da 5'9":]
(Woo!) I'm what choice is to option
Royce to hip-hop is what, Mike Buffer's voice to boxing
(Let's get ready to rumbllllle!) Yes, it's a couple dope dealers
Somewhere that got rich livin the shit that I spit (me!)
I don't re-enact nigga, I illuminate
I know every point what I count like a Q&A;
It ain't a arm when it's tucked in my box
Since it's Lindsay Lohan, niggaz call me Fire Crotch
I'm seein clear like a MyBot
I drop my coupe, black shoes, black Noob Saibot
I spit fire like Izod, why not
Cause sho' 'nuff I'm glowin like Thai mock
And y'all cryin like babies over the net
I should call you niggaz Lady Gaga
I call, "You and Em need to get together
Y'all need each other Nickel Shady blah blah! "
If I die I'm a leave heat
I'm a leave the sun behind, I'm tryin to repeat
Don't try to ban the drummer
He's an "Animal" and you can be a random number, uh (ohh!)
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9":]
(Ahh) I put the gun to lames
Eeny-miny Motown, play the numbers game
Five shots on my block
Is like for once I see like my pops is Cyclops
With both eyes I see you got no sides
Bring it to your Chippendale neck with the bowties
... All you stand
Grab a bitch ass like "Aye, " call me OJ Da Juiceman
... I get away with murder
That Johnny Rocket in my pocket with my favorite burger
I'm tryin to shake it like a Polaroid
They said I couldn't do it twice, call me Soulja Boy
I said

Royce Da 5'9'', Bombist

Bomb First niggaz
You gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz
God made dirt niggaz
It don't hurt niggaz
Drama ain't certain niggaz
But death is
So you gotta go and get 'em!
Bomb first niggaz
You gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz
God made dirt niggaz
It don't hurt niggaz
Drama ain't certain niggaz
But Death is
So somebody gon' get it!
Nigga get in ya car, if he pissin you off
Get him, I don't wanna picture you pausin, cuz
With you from the peddle to the floor
From the shevel to the fo' fo' the devil only showed up for show
Turn this up, turn off your phone
And leave the "you wanna talk peace?" at home
Faces corps or face them in court
If you don't face 'em you gon' pay yo safety is short
I got a babe to work for the courts
I'ma license plate number away from the front of your porch
Or the side of your house, the product of a ride or die is about
I'm the opposite of a lot of mouth It's strange y'all repent
After saying my name I'm about to change it like Prince call me
The skit master, beef with the street trash
The leafs the trees, grass at ya pad, he's mastered
Squeeze faster, instead of beatin his ass
Just let 'em have it and you can be the last one standing
Bomb First niggaz
You gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz
God made dirt niggaz
It don't hurt niggaz
Drama ain't certain niggaz
But death is
So you gotta go and get 'em!
Bomb first niggaz
You gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz
God made dirt niggaz
It don't hurt niggaz
Drama ain't certain niggaz
But Death is
So somebody gon' get it!
At night or in broad day, drive by or sitting in the bushes all day
However you hunt (go get 'em!)
The K the AR, the Pump, the Hand Gun, get it however you want
Park in the front, get out, walk and then dump
Pull off slow leaving no tire marks in the front...go
The go-rilla, know he gon' leave footprints
So he gets his shoes the size a soul bigger
I learned niggaz will turn on you young
Just as the gun misses it hits shit, hence the term killa
Stop lights are not at night it's where you get chopped up
If you stop, nigga maybe the cops might
Surroad through and fast forward his life
Blow noodles on hi sdash board nigga no excuses
I seen plenty survive, weighing 185
In a land where the skinny niggaz die
You gotta
Bomb First niggaz
You gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz
God made dirt niggaz
It don't hurt niggaz
Drama ain't certain niggaz
But death is
So you gotta go and get 'em!
Bomb first niggaz
You gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz
God made dirt niggaz
It don't hurt niggaz
Drama ain't certain niggaz
But Death is

Royce Da 5'9'', Blow Dat

Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre mixture
5'9", 6 July, and Asar hits'll
leave the side of your car door with more
Smokin more holes than the Swiss cheese
Bitch please, I'm postponin yo' homie's
older moments, like I stole his future
Hoes know me, I'm no phony
Females'll tell you, "Yeah he cute, but he sho'll shoot ya!"
My heart bleeds the blood of felonies
The blood of Superman, the blood that I've never seen
You seem like the shook type
You ain't a thug so I wanna see what your brains and your blood look like
Fuck is you sick? 'Pac should be pissed
Cause fifty percent of the niggaz suckin his dick is bitch!
I'm against all this name-callin shit
Negro please! Listen to Chris Wallace bitch
What's beef? Beef is when these rappers be believin they rhymes
And a nigga like me just take it one day at a time
Beef is when you die because of your CD
When I come from your blindside, before you see ME
Beef is when I get jumped by niggaz
And come back to kill 'em, one by one
Beef is the reaper, patiently pacin outside of your pretty house
Today, you figured out, WHAT'S BEEF
Yeah.. gangsta, ain't this?
Starvin artists that comes with the guns he paint with
All you sorry street rejects
Y'all about to go up in smoke, seats ejectin
(Boom!) Houses come down
Drastic murders is happenin, make a nigga momma mouth come down
The precinct's heated - the cops is mad
because they know who shot yo' ass and they know who can beat it
Above the law, run up on y'all
so quickly and show you what only you and a slug saw
The silence is screwed in front of the .9 Ruger
Quietly shootin what'll hush y'all
I will leave you lying down in a street
Everything around you will be dyin down but the beef
Please believe - my guns'll take you punks

Royce Da 5'9'', Beef

Royce Da 5'9'', Beamer Benz Or Bentley (shady Megamix)

[Joe Budden:]
New York, Jersey, Philly; New York, Jersey, Philly
New York, Jersey, Philly - you know I keep it filthy
Out in New York, Jersey, Philly; New York, Jersey, Philly
New York, Jersey, Philly - check it
Rockin spikes and a beater, beside me a diva
I'm hearin all the talk of how you ride with a heater
Make sure I don't survive but when I see ya
You "Sleep With a Broke Heart", like you went and took advice from Alicia
Tell me if you really wanna take it there
Best in the world if you ain't remained aware
Latest gear, love nope, hate it yeah
You and your scared style'll get aired out, start stop and stare now
Change the truck's grille, yeah the car got veneers now
Lot of rappers spittin shit, I don't wan' hear now
They talkin Gucci but they shoppin at Sears now
If you weren't prepared now, you ain't get the warnin yet
So I'm a go hard early, call it mornin sex
New York, Jersey, Philly; New York, Jersey, Philly
New York, Jersey, Philly; tinted up, rims silly
If a nigga try and kill me, chalk it up as the brother whylin
Your mind playin tricks on you, get off Shutter Island
Showin you somethin you never would see, I'm gettin checks every week
You tryin to meet your executive needs, I'm in executive suites consecutively
Somebody had to body ya, guess the job was left to me
So when I kill the track they can't charge me with double jeopardy
They asked you if I'm a boss and you say "No sir"
How you don't concur? My gopher got a chauffeur
Standin on the couch in the club with a nympho
Reppin Slaughterhouse, see the blood on the window
I try and get wealthy, bein broke gettin healthy
So I ain't tryin to buy whatever shit they try and sell me
Got a broad up in the telly I could trust her what you tell me
Still bringin "Lunatics" with me, yeah I learned that trick from Nelly
Cause I know that it get urgent, when they see you just splurgin
Strip club, in the private room tryin to fix the curtains
Wanna cause a big excursion, run up on the kid squirtin
Make sure the mac ain't broke and you ain't buy the Knicks version
Out in New York, Jersey, Philly; New York, Jersey, Philly
[Joell Ortiz:]
Nissan, Honda, Chevy - my stash is never empty baby
Nissan, Honda, Chevy; Nissan, Honda, Chevy
Nissan, Honda, Chevy - th-the D's will never get me
In my hoopty I be swervin, the public's who I'm servin
Boost phone forever chirpin, I'll be out there puttin work in
Know them dirty boys lurkin, if they nab me then it's curtains
So when I'll go see a person I spend the blocks so I'm certain
That it's cool, I'm no fool, see Raul is more than reckless
So I meet him when it's busy at that Meek or Morgan exit
Off that BQ, B-B-B-B-B-B-BQE near Mickey-D's
And occasionally treat myself to a nice little fish and cheese
I'm really really in the street, bein broke's my enemy
Teachers said I'm dumb but I dropped out and I know chemistry
I make that soft get hard
And meet my homie Pito in the parkin lot of Home Depot off Northen Boulevard
I got my route down packed, I'm about my stacks
And my mouth don't chat, I let my bout-bout clap
But I ain't with that though, I'm tryin to get that dough (yaowa)
Beamer, Benz or Bentley? Oh no, I stay low
In that Nissan, Honda, Chevy; Nissan, Honda, Chevy
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Pistol clip and pistol - that's all I rap about
It's my pistol clip and pistol, pistol clip and pistol
Pistol clip and pistol - that's all I rap about bitch
My dick is like a missile, my pistol's in my pants
But my dick is hangin lower than my pistol clip and pistol bitch
Now we talkin 'bout my dick, you know yo' shit big
When your bitch give you head and her mouth is only 'round the top of it
Now let's talk about my pistol clip
If the gun is playin music than the pistol clip's the instrument
The soldier holdin onto the fo'-fo's composin
The drummer's BRRRRRRRRRRRR, 7-6-2's explodin
I'm about to stop talkin 'bout my dick, pistol and my pistol clip
Dick, pistol, pistol clip, bitch, I'm a hypocrit
If you say, fuck the world that mean that I'm literally
Tryin to put my big, big dick in it
My, pistol clip, pistol whistlin [whistling to the beat]
... I hope you listenin
Pistol clip, pistol big dick, now your bitch is interested
I'm 'bout to enter it and injure it
I am not indirect, I am so motherfuckin BLUNT
Pistol clip, pistol dick, BITCH!
I'm sayin - you like, "Oh my God, get that gun out of my face"
It's not in yo' face, it's in my hand
Pistol clip and pistol
[Crooked I:]
Tequila, vodka, Henny
Tequila, vodka, Henny - that liquor fuckin with me
It's tequila, vodka, Henny; tequila, vodka, Henny
Tequila, vodka, Henny - that liquor fuckin with me
Yeah I'm nickels dimes and pennies, I'm dollars fives and twenties
And I'm twenties fifties Benji's; buy Beamers, Benz and Bentleys
Buy bullets, guns and semis; buy Louie, Gucci, Fendi
Fuck Wendy's, Mickie's, Denny's; I'm Morton's, Chow's and Benny's
With Keisha, Tasha, Kimmy, Felicia, Shauna, Cindy
Jameeka, Dawn and Jenny, Tamika, Rhonda, Nikki
They from New York, Jersey, Philly on tequila, vodka, Henny
Patrуn, Cоroc and Remy, some weed, shrooms and pilly's
Now we loco, loony, silly; fuck they mouth, box and titty
{"Umm, she is licking the shaft of the penis."}
That's brains, breast and kitty, while I'm drunk, fried and tipsy
While I'm twisted high and dizzy, pussy juicy hot and pretty
Gushy, gooey, sticky, gushy, gooey, sticky
Bitch I'm Eazy, 'Pac and Biggie off tequila, vodka, Henny
Spit like Wayne, 'Ye and Drizzy mixed with M.J. and 50
In my Nissan, Honda, Chevy, my pistol clip and pistol grip
Rappers got a bigger buzz, bitch I got a bigger dick
That was my Royce line
I'm on my Cali, Brooklyn, Jersey and Detroit time
(Slaughterhouse) Them boys grind
We goin past the top, so Mount Everest won't cut it
You low budget, we 'bout to go public
Tequila, vodka, Henny; tequila, vodka, Henny
Tequila, vodka, Henny - that liquor fuckin with me
It's tequila, vodka, Henny; tequila, vodka, Henny

Royce Da 5'9'', B.A.S.I.C.

Uh, Uh
[Bridge]
You, you, you
nothin' about your
flow, flow, flow
And make my mouth go
down, down, down
Or my eyebrow go
up, up
you suck, suck!
[Verse 1]
Nigga don't look at me like I knocked the party
Cause I want you to leave my time like Doc and Marti
You are not a part of my era
Titch, nigga get the fuck up, outta my era
you are making me sick
You (You, you, you)
Rubix cubes and crews that chasin' a dream
You can take two plus two, and make it extreme
Navy, weak as hell
Only blocks that you saw are the ones with the letters that teach you to spell
[Chorus]
(You, you, you)
Basic rapper, I hate you
Go back, to the dates you came from (You, you, you)
Nigga rhymes done changed (You, you, you)
Styles done advanced
RUN DMC is a classic (You, you, you)
Nigga get back, in your time machine
(You, you, you)
Basic rappers, I hate you
Go back, to the dates you came from (You, you, you)
Nigga rhymes done changed (You, you, you)
Styles done advanced
RUN DMC is a classic (You, you, you)
Nigga get back, in your time machine
[Verse 2]
I think you niggaz be writin' your rhymes
on that green paper with the thick lines
Niggaz use in kindergarten
Dudes like me, I'm holy like Synagogues
I'm, Godly pick the pen apart like I'm a god
For you rap hard, but I know the answer
To what you add up to like the back of a flash card
If you take heave to the make believe
Niggaz rappin' like they be sayin' they ABC's then you whack
Then you a
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
You, you, you
nothin' about your
flow, flow, flow
And make my mouth go
down, down, down
Or my eyebrow go
up, up
you suck, suck!
[Verse 3]
The highlight, of my life, is my writin'
The type for five mics that strike like lightnin'
When I hear a nigga in here, griffin' because
He finished a year, you think that he spittin, nigga no
That ain't how it goes
You gotta think of how many niggaz originated this shit
How many of 'em broke?
You think that how many niggaz is rich today in this bitch
You can say that many niggaz is dope?
[Chorus]

Royce Da 5'9'', Bad Boy

We serve teardrops
Prolific flow from jamaica
Wake up
We getting that bread like a baker
Take ya
Life like it's nothing boys swing
I will blood clot everything from your block to your offspring
You're not hardcore
Wouldn't crack an egg why the **** you actin' hard boy?
Boom bye bye is the tune I abide by
I'm aligned with goons it's wireless like wi-fi. why try?
I'm on the cusp of greatness
You bum-ba-cluts fly I'm on a ****' spaceship
Enough in the bracelet to make the blind squint.
I'm easy cube yellin' dray ren [? ] times ten.
[Chorus]
Put you in a slumber
Come on bruh
You a bum you under my um-
-brella I put you in the dumpster
Whatever I ain't the fella who you want rub with
I will boxy boy kill ya
**** all that dumb ****
Put you up under concrete
I'm cut like I'm godlike
Beat ya like a blum blum drum stick
Mumble something I come through dumpin'
Ak 47 pumpin' blow like a trumpet
The foolishness of niggas ****
Who you trying to push ****
Booyakah full clip done dada
You no test me shabba rank imposter
You no want drama I'm prepared for nam
I'm a
[Chorus]
You in a headlock
Tie your family up like a dreadlock
Gong niggas like junior marley when the lead drop
Eat em like a meal while the fed watch
You married the street I just **** it out of wedlock
Fore I rip on ya
Rhasta should warn ya
They don't all love ya
Push needles into the eyeballs of a little doll of ya
Blind ya
Align ya
Red rum with murder for hire
Serve your supplier
Pill poppin' and coke snortin'
We kill for fun til we come for your fortune
Bad boys bad boys what you gonna do?
When them killaz come for you
I'm a

Royce Da 5'9'', Back In The Days

[Chorus]
Back in the day, rappin was a way
of life then became the price that we pay
A lot of people say they liked it in the days
of the plain old mics and stage before it changed
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Enter the new wave of the MC
who traded his dookie chain in for the latest invention
like the pager that since then became the two-way
That hangs from the pants of the man of the new day (yeah)
Due to the pop radio play on the norm is debatable
to any song that he do, probably gon' do somethin
on a stage with a goon walkin up on him (yeah)
He came a long way from the boombox on the corner (yeah!)
Plus he quick to mention the Midwest
Little bit of Twist', little bit of West
mixed with a little East coast mixed with a switch of that FLOW!
From stuffin them tapes with the paper to record
to discussin how major the paper cause the way he records
From the kick in the trunk, to wishin
he can put out a hit, to puttin out hits on punk niggaz
Who get away with singin over they whole RAPS
That's why he spit like he been here befo', a throw-BACK goin
[Chorus x2]
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Enter the new world of producin a new gimmick
The future depends on you if you sterile
What you sold is your soul - to get back in mind
as you watch the climate of rap that's supposed to be cold, get hot
The road traveled is lapped time and again
Though common I watched it go from gold to platinum to diamond
I watched watches go from silver to gold
To the back road of behind the platinum and diamonds
Flow thrown like quarterbacks to bomb me
Go like a motor, crawl and I'm goin like BRRRAT when I'm rhymin
And I ain't tryin to look back at my prime when I shine
to say I was one of the best, after retirin
My mind is amazin, findin my way
around problems, I'm kinda shy in a way
It's a whole lot I ain't say, like I honestly think
I'm in the game that any of these days I'ma be king (yeah)
Most likely the flow like he LeBron James (yeah)
Some time and a condom away, from yo' wifey (yeah)
Those waitin they time with me who don't like me
I pay you no mind like there ain't no line behind me
From the same line as Kanye, most likely
to be most liked and I ain't gotta gloat lightly
Your whole staff's around, I'ma go laps around you
comin from goin back where they found you

Royce Da 5'9'', As Live As It Gets

"Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"
[Verse 1:]
You never find a man in a jam
You run up on me and squeeze off
I'll probably speed off like Cam in a Lam
For eight blocks and double back with the K cocked
Spray a hundred hots ones with the arm that ain't shot
C'mon get it
Your head plugged like you've grown?
Just let 'em fuck with me like, I'm a bust like Jerome Bettis
The sawed off man
A haul off van
Put more metal in your mouth than Paul Wall can
Nigga this is awesome
I'm airin' out the clips
So please don't confuse me with Mulberry out this bitch
Nigga show me a sign is how I decide war
Fuck it, I shoot you through my own driver side door
I'm here to warn you, you gon' see me
In Phoenix Arizona pushin' NICO's GT
Check for me
[Scratching:]
"My saliva and spit, that split thread into fiber and bits
So trust me I'm as live as it gets" - Royce Da 5'9" 'Boom'
(DC on the beat)
[Verse 2:]
Ooh boy you lookin' like you checkin' out the Davens
I'm reckless with my weapons out, steppin' out the cabin
You wanna check me in, cause you know that you a has been
A couple of your hoes, in here rollin' with me laughin'
Please nigga, try to take my mail you be dead
I ain't took an L since I took an L to the head
You fakin' we can tell
The only thing you gettin' from me
I'm a get you, only thing you takin' is a shell
The shine of them 22's is beyond you funny dudes
Besides
My jewels, you couldn't pawn 'em if you wanted to
So you can talk the hot ones
Run up on the other side
With that pump, I got no problem shootin' cross the shotgun
I don't wear no seat belt
When I put that peddle to the floor of that Medina
I'm gonna probably make your feet melt
You ain't gotta aim nigga
You ain't got a chance
Just a sloppy nigga poppin' at a million dollar man
[Scratching:]
"My advice, quit talkin' it's over"
Royce 5'9"
"The best kept secret"

Royce Da 5'9'', Angel

[talking: Royce]
Yeah, this one is for my niggas that's locked up
I know you don't get a lot of letters from me, we don't talk on the phone
So hopefully I can do this shit for you
And it'll last longer than any letter or any phone call
I love y'all niggas man, I never forget about y'all
Yeah man just be busy, shit'll be right when y'all get out. For sho' [fades]
[Verse 1: Royce]
Dear Cash, what's goin' on my nigga?
Seem like it's been so long my nigga
I ain't even get a chance to say so long my nigga
When I heard you was gone I was out pourin' my nigga
Go head' and knock your time out, I know it's borin' my nigga
Consider this a letter in the form of a song my nigga
Everything cool in the city, nigga we foolin' it's pretty
Me and my 'cous like Biggie and Diddy
Out here spendin' that dough
Tryin' to get my label to it's plateau
In fact bro
You know how that go
I'm lovin' this approach
Half of these niggas out here they waitin' on a bag
And the others just broke
It's hard not to stand out when we the only ones spendin'
Gettin' a whole bunch of attention from a whole bunch of women
You said they'd be back on my nuts, I listen to you bro
And I ain't gotta tell you I love you my nigga you know
[Chorus:]
"Gotta find me an angel"
Just remember the hook
Just remember the hook
Just remember the hook
My nigga
"Fly away"
Just remember the hook
If it don't even change the way that you feel
"Gotta find me an angel"
Just remember the hook
Just remember the hook
And I'm a' get yo ass through that bid my nigga
"And set me free"
Just remember the hook
Just remember the hook my nigga
"Gotta find me an"
[Verse 2:]
Dear Ivan, what up cuzo?
I heard you got all diesel and shit what's crackin'
You only was supposed to do a couple of years what happened
Nigga you must be in there scrappin'
You a wild boy
Listen, my nigga get through your bid
If you don't do it for you, do it for your kids
Do it for the fact that they think that since you black
And young and got a temper that you'll probably be back
To them you just a number my nigga
You way too smart for this shit
And we ain't gettin' no younger my nigga
You know what the parole board gon' say
And when they do we comin' to get you
To go and get ya wardrobe straight
And then
We takin' you to get fucked, sucked, fucked up
Nigga you rollin' with us
Other than your brother nobody gon' cover you quite the way I do
Cause you my mothafuckin' cousin I love you
Fo' life
[Chorus:]
"Gotta find me an angel"
Just remember the hook
Just remember the hook
Just remember the hook
My nigga
"Fly away"
Just remember the hook
If it don't even change the way that you feel
"Gotta find me an angel"
Just remember the hook
Just remember the hook
And I'm a' get yo ass through that bid my nigga
"And set me free"
Just remember the hook
Just remember the hook my nigga
"Gotta find me an"
[Verse 3:]
Dear Murray, (huh)
What's goin' on cousin?
Awe man you wild, yo my phone was buzzin'
I heard what you did
But fuck it, it hurts me just knowin'
That they caught you and talkin' about it is certainly annoyin'
So how you doin' family?
I heard you was flowin'
And all you do is work out, write verses to songs
If you ain't puttin' me on
And you really serious
When you get out
I'm a be puttin' you on, you know?
See if you wanna stunt
I could visit you wearin' a shirt that say "free you" on the front
Them niggas would be like
"This nigga had Royce 5'9 boopty-woop Blahzy-splee" you know how they talk
Niggas be braggin' about you
In fact, I was at the club the other day bitches was askin about you
Other than your mother nobody can cover you quite the way I do
Cause you my mothafuckin' cousin I love you
Fo' life
[Chorus:]
"Gotta find me an angel"
Just remember the hook
Just remember the hook
Just remember the hook
My nigga
"Fly away"
Just remember the hook
If it don't even change the way that you feel
"Gotta find me an angel"
Just remember the hook
Just remember the hook
And I'm a' get yo ass through that bid my nigga
"And set me free"
Just remember the hook
Just remember the hook my nigga
"Gotta find me an"
[Outro:]
"I got a call the other day

Royce Da 5'9'', Airplanes Freestyle

Since '99 I've been dope in this
Focusin'
Unfocusin'
Sure as the sun floats and sure as the sun smokin'
I was the gun totingest
My cause told me
Don't get demoted, keep it close to your digits
You know you get it, you let yourself get too close to them chickens
I said, "I disagree"
Then I let Superhead lick on me
Strokin' the kitten, the cat stacks
'Bout to turn around and write a book about both of them bitches
Next stop, to the top
I done went from A to X, Y
Almost at Z
Chillin' at a rest stop
My new bitch call her my PS3
You?
Your bitch pussy call it my X-Box
Me I'm the rhyme ruler
Me and Denaun together
Deadly as Nas in his prime
You 'bout deadly as a benign tumor
Since '92 been a highly touted retarded truth
Prolly 'bout to Eli Porta-potty somebody booth
Never sellin my soul, I'm sellin' my skills
I'm on Raps Radar now
Elliott Wilson
Painter of the underground canvas
Even though I can't freelance no more
The underground's famished
Before I settle for less then average
I'll swallow a watermelon
Follow it with a double down sandwich
I swear that God told me
Slaughterhouse would be the second time around for me
All eyes on me!
I know I'm not the greatest
I go hard
Your boom box is now invaded
Bogart
Look at me today
8 years ago, I was popular for being hated
Solar!
Nickel Nines the ruler
God combined with Buddha
Gifted oblongata, prized medulla
Each lines like a computer bomb designed by Mcgyver
That only can be detonated by a MacGruber
I'm thinking if I ain't binge drinkin' then I ain't livin'
Somebody told me I'm prolly dyin', but I ain't listen
By the time it could harm me I'll prolly die by a trigger
So I'm only goin' cold turkey, right after Thanksgivin'
I paint pictures between blank scriptures
Scriptures, now just how contradictory is it that I pray?
The names Royce and I be poppin' so much pussy
Dwight Howard look at me sideways
And while the bitches try to grab all on my dick
I can't even get my own nigga to rap on my shit
You form a clique it should be sacred
I shouldn't say shit
Cause the Truth Hurts
Like the bitch that Dre ditched
Nobody loves my niggas like me
Sober or wasted, for you there's no replacement
I swear that god told me
Slaughterhouse would be the second time around for me

Royce Da 5'9'', A Brief Intermission

[Royce Da 5'9" as a Private Club Owner speaks:]
And now... for a brief intermission...
Feel free to us!
Smoke some weed... do some coke, drink some Henny, go to the strip club where you can tip a bitch!
Uh... get your money from your whores!
You can read a book, you can uhm... brink a beer.
What the... the people are here don't drink beers anyway!
And drink beer is so 70's!
I get a haircut?
But gettin' haircut's not really gangster!
Not in there intermission you're gettin' fuckin' haircut!
You do coke or drink a beer, smoke weed or fuck a bitch!
You don't fuckin'... get haircut!
And a haircut takes 4 hours!
Choke a bitch?
Okay!

Royce Da 5'9'', 187 (saigon Response)

[Movie Bites:]
From the day you born... till the day you die. [kids ovation]
I you wanna poor one, just gotta work hard! [shot] [beat starts]
[Verse 1:]
My shit is laid out? !
Fuck that beef shit! - That shit is played out!
Why is it harder for - peace over violence?
Niggas don't know the "Art of War" - we roll in silence. {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
"It always got to be that one nigga that's the loudest {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
That ain't gon' do no poppin' when it's time to be about it! "
Rah-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah! - Fuck outta here with that shit
You puttin' way too much passion into that wack shit.
Putcha dukes down nigga [gunshot] we come in peace
With' them AK-47's [gunshot] we from the streets!
Calm down, shhh! - You're so emotional
I know that where you at in your career is such a low for you.
I understand that! (I understand that!) - But understand this,
My daddy taught me manners - so it's foreign to fly off the handle and talk to cameras.
(talk to cameras!) - That shit is lame, lame's we don't respect
We wondering why the fuck you so upset!
You know the streets will swallow you!
Look what that powder do! - Look at you tryna embody what's not really inside of you!
I promise you - that if you chill now - in five years
I will not - ride through [shot] the McDonald's drive-thru and bother you. (and bother you!)
I'm here for fries! - That's it! - Chicken nuggets!
Give me some sweet and sour sauce, too! - And quit ya buggin'. [gun cocks, 2 shots]
I'm just above it! - I'm too mature for this
It ain't smart to go to war for this!
[Chorus:]
Cause I'm a rider! [gunshot] - I'm about that 187!
Cause I'm a rider! - I'm about that 187! [police sirens]
You not a rider! - Not about that 187 [police sirens]
You not a rider! [police sirens] [gun cocks] [automatic gunshots] [shot] (whoooooohhhhhh!)
[Bridge:]
187! - 187! [police sirens]
187! - 187! [police sirens]
187! - 187! [police sirens] {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
187! - 187! [police sirens] {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
[Verse 2:]
I got the illest flow because I flow it from my soul (soul!)
You said yourself, you got the greatest story never told. (told!)
These niggas got the BALLS to say I can't write no record (record!)
But them plaques on my WALL say that y'all should read the credits,
Ha! - R-Dot Montgomery, ghost-writer
And for the right priiiice (priiiice!)
Y'all know the rest! (Y'all know the rest!)
Get ya doe, biters! - Y'all goin left!
Get ya M.O. in check
Later with the vendettas - handle ya liquor better! (handle ya liquor better!)
Let's play some tennis! - Go back and forth; who winning? (who winning?)
You are give in to a Koch-deal away from FINISHED. (Haaahhhhh!) [shot]
Fuck outta here with dat! Step ya bars up! (ya bars up)
Ya shit is garbage, was you tryna kick knowledge? Be honest!
Step ya cars up, that lil' Benz you know is lame
I'd rather ride in a remote controlled Soulja Boy chain! (hahaha!)
I'm so insane! - I'm flowing open flame
Note to self: leave 'em floatin' if he spoke ya name! (spoke ya name!)
That's why I don't bother nobody
I catch ya body all alone cause I don't ride with nobody!
Niggas figures been put on Jenny Craig
Look what the prison built - you big up top with skinny legs! (C'MON!)
Come on Johnny Bravo! - You fuckin' with the whole Detroit, chill out
The S.O.B's without the swing and easy get out.
I'm quick to stick the clip in - just ask my nigga Crooked
Joey Budden got you niggas trippin'! (whooooooooooooohhhh-whhhhhhooooooooooooooooooooo!)
[Chorus:]
Cause I'm a rider! - I'm about that 187!
Cause I'm a rider! - I'm about that 187!
You not a rider! - Not about that 187
You not a rider! [gun cocks] [automatic gunshots] [shot]
[Bridge:]
187! - 187! [police sirens]
187! - 187! [police sirens]
187! - 187! [police sirens]
187! - 187! [police sirens]
[Outro:]
I got a mothafuckin'... Gucci beard!
With a pair of mustache.
A muhfuckin'...
Louie Vuitton chest here!
I got [? ] tears, nigga!
Ahahahahh!
I got a muhfucka platinum put...
With diamond toenails, nigga!
Ahahaha! {Whooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
And you...
You got a muhfuckin' dog butt!
With bitch tits!
"Bar Exam 3"!
Slaughterhouse!
I got a muhfuckin' career...
Made out of silicon tities!
"The Most Interested Man In The World"!
I got a Cougie bathroom...
Made out of Biggie Smalls sweater, nigga.
I got a specially mankinda...
Made out of LL Cool J chapstit, nigga!
Ahhaahh!
I'm so interested!
Ahahahah!
You lil' fruit!
I got muhfuckin' [? ] here.
I got remote control boxes.
Ahahahahahahahahahaaaahhh!

Success Is Certain
Released 2011

Street Hop
Released 2009

Lost and Found
Released 2008

The Album
Released 2008

The Bar Exam 2
Released 2008

The Bar Exam
Released 2007

Independent's Day
Released 2005

Death Is Certain
Released 2004

Make changes yourself !

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Bad Meets Evil - Fast Lane ft. Eminem, Royce Da 5'9

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Duration: 4:09
Updated: 08 Jun 2011

Play the Bad Meets Evil game on Facebook now! http://bit.ly/prt4nf http://apps.facebook.com/badmeetsevil?ref=yt Buy now: http://glnk.it/4p Music video by Bad Meets Evil performing Fast Lane. © 2011 Shady Records/Interscope Records

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Royce da 5'9" - Writer's Block (feat. Eminem)

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Duration: 4:46
Updated: 20 Aug 2011

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ROYCE DA 5'9 - BOOM DJ PREMIER

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Duration: 3:36
Updated: 04 Jan 2007

ROYCE DA 5'9 - BOOM DJ PREMIER myspace.com/deejaymomi

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ROYCE DA 5'9" x MONTREALITY // Interview

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Duration: 8:15
Updated: 12 Mar 2012

In this Interview with Montreality, Royce Da 5'9" speaks about: - His story (0:27) - The upcoming Slaughterhouse album, 'Welcome To: OUR HOUSE' (1:26) - The type of student he was at school (1:52) - Jobs he's had as a teenager growing up (2:43) - What he spent his 1st big paycheck on (3:43) - The key to success (4:14) - What he would call his book if he were to write one (4:44) - What he has in his pockets (5:01) - A memorable tour story with Eminem (5:19) - Artists he'd like to collaborate with (5:38) - His addiction for tattoos (6:07) - What he thinks he was in a previous life (6:41) - What keeps him motivated (7:06) STAY CONNECTED WITH MONTREALITY The Urban Authority across Canada. http://TheMontreality.com http://Twitter.com/Montreality http://Facebook.com/Montreality514 http://YouTube.com/Montreality514 Big shoutout to the Goodie Bag Blog & the Rockit Boutique http://thegoodiebagblog.ca/ http://rockitboutique.com/

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Havoc feat. Royce Da 5'9 - Tell Me To My Face

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Duration: 4:01
Updated: 23 Jan 2013

Havoc feat. Royce Da 5'9 - Tell Me To My Face Havoc feat. Royce Da 5'9 - Tell Me To My Face Havoc feat. Royce Da 5'9 - Tell Me To My Face Havoc feat. Royce Da 5'9 - Tell Me To My Face

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Royce Da 5'9" - "Part Of Me" (Directed by Rik Cordero)

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Duration: 5:24
Updated: 16 Feb 2009

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Big Sean - 100 (ft. Royce Da 5'9 & Kendrick Lamar)(Traduzione)

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Duration: 5:37
Updated: 07 Mar 2013

Dal mixtape Detroit NOTE: 1) Hook può significare ritornello e anche gancio (qui nel senso di pugno) 2) E' il Michael Jordan del rap, numero 23

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Kid Vishis Ft Royce Da 5'9 - Straight Out Of Detroit [2013 New CDQ Dirty NO DJ]

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Duration: 2:30
Updated: 25 Feb 2013

Kid Vishis teams up with his older brother Royce Da 5'9 for a new offering. "Straight Out of Detroit" finds the two siblings trading verses on a beat that compliments their skills well. Download here for free http://www.paperchaserdotcom.com/profiles/blogs/kid-vishis-kidvishis-ft-royceda59-straight-out-of-detroit-listen- And follow me on Twitter/Facebook/My Website/LinkedIn/And Thisis50.com https://twitter.com/#!/chasinmopaper http://www.facebook.com/ChasinMoPaper http://www.paperchaserdotcom.com/ http://www.thisis50.com/profile/ChasinDatPaper https://www.facebook.com/Paperchaserdotcom http://www.linkedin.com/profile/view?id=227387704&trk;=hb_tab_pro_top

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Royce Da 5'9" - Security [HQ & Lyrics]

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Duration: 3:45
Updated: 27 Feb 2013

Security performed by Royce Da 5'9" (featuring Eminem samples in the Chorus) The song is a Proof from D12 Tribute. From the Royce Da 5'9"'s album "Success Is Certain (2011)" Produced by Mr. Porter.

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KID VISHIS FT. ROYCE DA 5'9 - STRAIGHT OUT OF DETROIT

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Duration: 2:30
Updated: 25 Feb 2013

KID VISHIS FT. ROYCE DA 5'9 - STRAIGHT OUT OF DETROIT KID VISHIS FT. ROYCE DA 5'9 - STRAIGHT OUT OF DETROIT KID VISHIS FT. ROYCE DA 5'9 - STRAIGHT OUT OF DETROIT

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Royce Da 5'9"- Over (Freestyle)

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Duration: 2:20
Updated: 07 Mar 2010

Royce Da 5'9- Over (Freestyle) Royce Da 5'9- Over (Freestyle) Royce Da 5'9- Over (Freestyle)

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Joe Budden Ft Royce Da 5'9 & Kobe - All In My Head [2012 New CDQ Dirty NO DJProd By Cardiak

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Duration: 5:13
Updated: 21 Nov 2012

off of Joe's new mixtape "A Loose Quarter" Download it for free from Datpiff http://www.datpiff.com/Joe-Budden-A-Loose-Quarter-mixtape.416375.html

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Royce Da 5'9" ft. Eminem - Writer's Block [HQ & Lyrics]

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Duration: 4:36
Updated: 28 Feb 2013

Writer's Block performed by Royce Da 5'9" featuring Eminem. The song is the first Single from Royce Da 5'9"'s album "Success Is Certain (2011)". The song was Original a song for the Bad Meets Evil album "Hell: The Sequel (2011)" but it was later confirmed that it being put on Royce Da 5'9"'s album. The song charted #4 in US on the "Bubbling Under R&B;/Hip-Hop Singles" charts. Produced by StreetRunner & Co-Produced by Sarom Soundz.

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Eminem & Royce Da 5'9'' - Despicable Freestyle (Loki D.S. Edit)

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Duration: 4:08
Updated: 10 Dec 2012

Loki D.S. Present Download: http://b23.ru/youy [Royce Da 5'9"] They say I'm the best in here Picture your wife fuckin your twin, I'm like him May the best man win, so later for you bums A ways back I made a pact to stay sharp enough to sharpen a razor on my tongue I'm sick with this, you sick like a panty sniffer And you just wanna see her pee, like a dick blister Y'all remind me of Fantasia brother, y'all be whylin On TV every day I turn on y'all and y'all be cryin I'm SURGICAL with this motherfuckin pen The sickest nigga spittin 'til the end [echoes] [Eminem] Fuck an intro man, lets go.. I come around like what goes around What goes up must come down Anyone who comes up must go down Might as well go for the gusto now Better not let up better not let them breath Last shot give it all you got Try to turn me down bitch get fucked with the volume nob Fuck all you snobs Hoes I hope all you rott 2 bottles of lubriderm and a box of condoms is that all you brought And you wanna menage a trois you twats Fuck that I'd rather turn this club to a bar room brawl Get rowdy as Roesthlisberger in a bathroom stall Like a leaf stuck in a vacuum your only nuttin but a whole lot of suckin' goin' on in rap Yeah but I'm home Bad to the bone Back in the zone Let him alone You don't wanna go eggin' him on It'll never be my chair that you're on. Crown so tight that it cuts off circulation to the brain, no oxygen. Otherwords there's no heir to the throne. When I die so does hip hop. Hitchcock better shit bitch ass gotgot a zip locked in a bag. You fags ain't been able to fade me since Kid Rock had a high top. Keep blogging while I'm mind boggling my zone, like I'm in the twilight dog get off my bone this is my mic doggone it I like hogging it. [Royce Da 5'9"] I don't really have to go against actors I'm the last lyrical W.T.F.O.M.G. factor so back off 'fore I blow your kneecap off I'ma eat this beat like a bee eatin vegan, industry's where the beef is In the car goin beep-beep while I roll over the drums and just straight (blam blam) 'Bout to build me a time machine and, get in it, and go back I'm done Find Frank Nitti and Al Capone like, "Can y'all autograph my gun?" Haha, I ain't tryin that hard right now, I'm just havin fun Tell the whole world I just had a son, first name Earth, last name None You live on that and your cash ain't come and you don't spit that shit ass ain't gone Raised by a gangsta, come in the house with your ass whipped and you get an ass whoop-un What a nigga know about the water in the shower gettin cold cause the bathroom faucet is on The reason why I grabbed you, stabbed you, out-rap you and I ain't feelin like tossin a crumb Heat a nigga house with the oven, like I like thuggin, what I probably just spit on my mother Had to heat up the house with the oven, had to spend the night with my cousin Guess I'll be poppin lots of shit, you can't do nothin 'bout it bitch So get the heads up or be my Rock'em Sock'em opposite I'm like a stock of bond, that could drop a bomb Ridin slow with the slidin do' on the side open on that minivan intended for no soccer mom Lighters up high, I'm your fire supply Writer with mad skills, I'm ill so hire your guy Nobody's harder, he don't give a FUCK what he slaughters He will drag your slutty daughter through the muddy waters This beat is bait, get it out of me I can shit it out me it's ate, I think I owe Drake an apology [Eminem] Flow so wet I'ma take this beat tobogganin. I'm water logging it, I'm sogging it. Pull your verse out the beat and stomp on it. Suplexin it on cement, like I'm on some straight outta compton shit Take this dick and chomp on it. I'm so bad I can bitch slap a back handed compliment. Jackass eat a donkey dick. The game I just about conquered, it like Donkey Kong I'm bonkers bitch, I'm the king of this honkey shit, I reign supreme in this honkey shit. No sense screaming and arguing. Makes no difference whether a Benz or Bentley or a Beamers the car you in. You think you ball, well I palm it. I throw up bombs when I vomit. Boy I throw down in the kitchen, might hit your mom with my omelet. But you got egg on your face now watch me drop an atomic. I should be strapped to the chest of a kamikaze. Bitch I'm as bat shit as Ozzy, it's obvious, you can tell I go right off the bat. No pun intended but come any closer I'll bite off your head. Tryna give me the fingers kinda like giving a spider the web, I'm just gonna spin it and try to use it to my advantage. I catch a fly in that bitch. You think you fly, you just food. I give as much of a flying fuck as that superman dude. Guess I just do what you can't do or make you look stupid and bamboozled, confused as usual, and you can get ripped she can open a can too But you better hope you can handle the heat, or stay the fuck outta hell's kitchen I came to cock block like a square fucking male chicken. Yeah, it's Shady slut, the rest can suck on a big one. 'Cause I'm despicable as daffy duck when I'm spitting.

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Royce Da 5'9" - Second Place(Prod. DJ Premier) [Lyrics]

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Duration: 3:50
Updated: 08 Jun 2011

LYRICS: [Intro - Royce Da 5'9''] Nickel. Tell em what it is This is a world -- Premiere [Verse 1 - Royce] Look, I'm in a zone for rilla In a freezer with Medusa I'm fucking a stone-cold killer You bitch-fobbing, I'm insiding, I tell Your kids this. Daddy's been doing more Dick-riding than Carrie Wington I'm very venomous, you very innocent and I will send a monster to your house! Call him Harry Henderson Oh my God, I was just in jail Then the devil caught pneumonia, and it made me sick as hell You niggas counting me out can get the riches still You're all in the Matrix, should've picked a different pill You about to see how far that Paul Rosenberg'll go The height of my game is like a DeMar (De)Rozen verticle No one understands me, only one sicker than me is Em I'm into DMC, runs in the family [Interlude - Haters] Why that nigga gotta bring Em name up all the time? Man, You wouldn't even be rich without that nigga! Shut up faggot! [Hook - Royce] I come to embarrass y'all rappers I should run a marathon backwards so I could See what 2nd place look like "Too many sick niggas nickel bring the remedy" (Make it real clear) I come to embarrass y'all rappers I should run a marathon backwards so I could See what 2nd place look like "You not ready for the raw deal It's all real, kiss the ring, be gone" [Verse 2] I'm the magnificent With the sensational style My wedding with the streets got the cake but no vows I'm arrogant as fuck; who cares? You suck! Rappers talking about "We the best" Have been to Paris too much.. Who hot? who sick, shit, I'm like a Thera-Flu slush Ya'll aint fly, ya'll fallin' slow with the parachute up, up I'm a face-slapper, niggas sleeping on an outfit Call us "Tailor Gang" except we Wake n Bake rappers Slaughter Yelawolf, responsible for haters' actions Y'all on Gilligan's Island: find a greater Captain Haha! victory laugh. Even my photographer's happy Picture me mad.. I feel well, ya bitch suck my dick I nutted on the floor and let her stand there Crying over spilled milk (sob) [Hook - Royce] I come to embarrass y'all rappers I should run a marathon backwards so I could See what 2nd place look like "Too many sick niggas nickel bring the remedy" (Make it real clear) I come to embarrass y'all rappers I should run a marathon backwards so I could See what 2nd place look like "You not ready for the raw deal It's all real, kiss the ring, be gone" [Verse 3] My swing's like chains on a playground I bust fly plus I'm about to put some wings on a Greyhound My theory is you lie and drink beer I ain't hearing you so you must be from Liberia I wave by like Hitler 100-round thumper bullet-proof what? You gonna need an underground bunker I aim where you should go I put my whole life on the net, even my weapons I am Bazooka Joe We the shit, nigga eat a dick We'll make em eat his words We the stones, he the sticks I'm going yelling "Shady" everywhere Smacking these bitches with they lipstick And the baby with the Teddy Bear To you and your man: ain't gonna be no "Taladega Night" I come to crush on y'all And y'all don't know what to do with your hands Nickle-Preme, killing team Add a different dealer every day like a fickle fiend [Hook - Royce] I come to embarrass y'all rappers I should run a marathon backwards so I could See what 2nd place look like "Too many sick niggas nickel bring the remedy" (Make it real clear) I come to embarrass y'all rappers I should run a marathon backwards so I could See what 2nd place look like "You not ready for the raw deal It's all real, kiss the ring, be gone" I DON'T OWN THIS SONG, all rights go to the owners.

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Royce Da 5'9" - Hip Hop (Prod. By DJ Premier) [HD]

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Duration: 3:36
Updated: 12 Oct 2010

From 2004 Album: "Death Is Certain"..... Purchase the Music from links at Royce's Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/roycefivenine Ryan Montgomery, born and raised on the West Side of Detroit, Michigan in the W. McNichols & Wyoming Ave. area, moved to Oak Park, Michigan when he was 10 years old, later acquiring the nickname "Royce" during highschool after wearing a Turkish link chain with an R pendant resembling the Rolls Royce symbol. He began rapping at 18, influenced mainly by Ras Kass and Redman. He signed his first deal in 1998 with Tommy Boy Records, after Tommy Boy Records shut down, he signed a deal with Columbia Records where he started recording an album called Rock City, referring to Detroit's former status as home to Motown Records. When the project was heavily bootlegged, Royce left the label for Koch Records to re-record some of the album, eventually releasing it in 2002 as Rock City (Version 2.0). While the album didn't sell very well, the DJ Premier-produced single "Boom" gained 5'9" some underground recognition and eventually resulted in the two working together more closely. Through his manager, Royce was introduced to Eminem at a show in 1997, and the two formed a working relationship; they formed up as a duo, Bad Meets Evil, and released several tracks together. Royce appeared on Eminem's debut studio album The Slim Shady LP, in which he was featured on a song called "Bad Meets Evil". Royce and Eminem also released a track called "Renegades", from which Royce's vocals would later be replaced with Jay-Z's on the latter's The Blueprint. Through Eminem, Royce would also be introduced to both Dr. Dre and execs at Game Recordings. After his manager revealed that Royce was involved in writing the tracks "The Message" and an original version of "Xxplosive" for Dre's 2001 (entitled "Way I Be Pimping"), Dre requested that Royce cut ties with his manager. Royce refused to fire his manager and his relationship with Dre ended. 2003 saw Royce link up more fully with Game Recordings. Earlier, he had recorded several tracks for the soundtrack of the video game Grand Theft Auto III, released in 2001. The in-game radio station, Game Radio FM, prominently featured Royce's "I'm The King", an Alchemist-produced solo track that (along with the publicized beef) helped elevate Royce's name beyond his association with Eminem. In 2004, he released his second and most critically successful album to date, Death is Certain, charting with another Premier-produced single, "Hip-Hop". Though many perceived it to be a dark and depressing album due to his alleged alcoholism and severed friendships, Royce has maintained it was simply his anger and passion showing through. After the relative success of his sophomore effort, the MC put out a third solo project, Independent's Day, in 2005. This was met with less acclaim than either of his previous releases. During this time, the rivalry between Royce and former friend Proof reached a boiling point in the streets of Detroit, on an occasion where the two rappers drew guns; they were subsequently arrested, and left to work out their differences while spending the night in neighboring cells in jail. Though the MC had planned other projects involving Nottz and his former crew, D-Elite, these were cut short after a sentencing to one year in prison for a DUI. Extended & updated info: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royce_da_5%279%22

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Havoc - Tell Me To My Face (ft. Royce Da 5'9)

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Duration: 3:56
Updated: 23 Jan 2013

----- GET PAID ONLINE ----- NO SURVEYS, NO SCAM, EASY! http://www.easyonlinemoneymakers.tk Email: easymoneyonline2013@gmail.com Havoc - Tell Me To My Face (ft. Royce Da 5'9) Havoc - Tell Me To My Face (ft. Royce Da 5'9) Havoc - Tell Me To My Face (ft. Royce Da 5'9) Havoc - Tell Me To My Face (ft. Royce Da 5'9)

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SB.TV - Flexplicit ft. Royce Da 5'9, Papoose & Professor Green - My Game [Prod. AK] [Music Video]

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Duration: 6:51
Updated: 02 Apr 2012

Flexplicit returns to SBTV with an international collaboration. Get the song here: http://flexplicit.com/news/download/ We wanted to find a unique way to tell a gripping story without all the artists featuring in it. To inspire, challenge and entertain

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Eminem ft. Royce Da 5'9" - Renegade [HQ & Lyrics]

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Duration: 5:05
Updated: 13 Jan 2013

Renegade perfomed by Eminem featuring Royce Da 5'9". This is the Original version of the song and should have been a part of the Bad Meets Evil Series, but later there were made a Voice-over where they replaced Royce with Jay-Z & gave Jay-Z the song to hes album "The Blueprint". The song is Produced by Eminem.

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Big Sean - 100 ft. Royce Da 5'9, Kendrick Lamar & James Fauntleboy (Detroit)

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Duration: 5:37
Updated: 06 Sep 2012

Big Sean - 100 ft. Royce Da 5'9, Kendrick Lamar & James Fauntleboy (Detroit) Big Sean - 100 Big Sean - 100 Big Sean - 100 Big Sean - 100 Big Sean - 100

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ترجمة أمنيم Eminem & Royce Da, 5'9" Bad Meets Evil (Ft. Claret Jai) -- Take from Me

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Duration: 3:38
Updated: 12 Feb 2013

المزيد من الأغاني المترجمة في قنواتي zzee20091 - zzee2012 ترجمة أغنية إمنيم ورويس باد ميتز إيفل Bad Meets Evil - Take From Me - Royce Da, 5'9" , Eminem, Sly , official music video hd Fast Lane Royce Da, 5'9" Eminem Sly official music video Hell The Sequel lyrics I'm on Everything The Reunion A Kiss Living Proof Echo

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Royce Da 5'9" - "Shake This" (Directed by Rik Cordero)

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Duration: 4:44
Updated: 29 Dec 2008

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Royce Da 5'9 - Get The Dust Off (We Major Freestyle)

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Duration: 2:14
Updated: 08 Jan 2013

Royce Da 5'9 Rips Kanye West's '' We Major '' Instrumental ! Listen to the lyrics man , crazy ! NiCKLE ! Royce Da 5'9 - Get The Dust Off (We Major Freestyle) Royce Da 5'9 - Get The Dust Off (We Major Freestyle) Royce Da 5'9 - Get The Dust Off (We Major Freestyle) Royce Da 5'9 - Get The Dust Off (We Major Freestyle)

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Pope Francis waves to the crowd from the central balcony of St. Peter's Basilica at the Vatican, Wednesday, March 13, 2013.

Argentine Jorge Bergoglio elected Pope Francis

The Associated Press

13 Mar 2013

VATICAN CITY (AP) -- Argentine Jorge Bergoglio was elected pope Wednesday and chose the papal name Francis, becoming first pontiff from the Americas and the first from outside Europe in more than a millennium. A stunned-looking Bergoglio shyly waved to the crowd of tens of thousands of people who gathered in St. Peter's Square, marveling that the cardinals had had to look to "the end of the earth" to find a bishop of Rome ... --- ... --- ... ....(size: 3.1Kb)

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Pope Francis flanked by Monsignor Guido Marini, master of liturgical ceremonies, waves to the crowd from the central balcony of St. Peter's Basilica at the Vatican, Wednesday, March 13, 2013.

Who is Pope Francis?

Houston Chronicle

13 Mar 2013

. March 13, 2013 . Updated. March 13, 2013 2.32pm. Comments (0) E-mail Print. Tweet. Page 1 of 1. VATICAN CITY — The College of Cardinals elected Cardinal Jorge Mario Bergoglio, the archbishop of Buenos Aires to become the next pope of the Catholic Church, chosing the name Francis. Bergoglio, 76, has spent nearly his entire career at home in Argentina, overseeing churches and shoe-leather priests ... Comments (0) E-mail Print. Tweet ... Live Video ... ....(size: 5.3Kb)

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Pope Francis elected as 266th Roman Catholic pontiff

The Guardian

13 Mar 2013

Cardinal Jorge Bergoglio takes name of Francis after accepting his election as 266th head of Roman Catholic church. • Live reaction to Cardinal Jorge Bergoglio's election as Pope Francis. Cardinal Jorge Mario Bergoglio, who is now Pope Francis. Photograph. Marco Longari/AFP/Getty Images. The Roman Catholic church has a new pope. Cardinal Jorge Bergoglio, , the first ever to come from South America, who has taken the name Francis ... ....(size: 5.2Kb)

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The body of an alleged militant lies on a school compound following an attack against Indian paramilitary personnel in Srinagar on March 13, 2013. Five paramilitary police were killed March 13 in an ambush on security forces in the main city of Indian Kashmir carried out by two militants who were then shot dead, a senior officer said.

Five killed in militant attack on Kashmir police camp

The Star

13 Mar 2013

SRINAGAR, India (Reuters) - Two militants wielding automatic rifles opened fire on a paramilitary camp on the Indian side of the disputed region of Kashmir on Wednesday, killing five Indian personnel and wounding five, police said ... Jammu and Kashmir state Chief Minister Omar Abdullah, describing the assault as a "suicide attack", said five CRPF personnel and three civilians were also wounded ... ....(size: 1.9Kb)

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Indian Kashmir attack by militants disguised as cricketers kills five

The Daily Telegraph

13 Mar 2013

Militants disguised as cricketers killed five paramilitary police in an ambush in the main city of Indian Kashmir on Wednesday, senior officers said. Indian policemen take cover during a gunfight in Srinagar Photo. AP. 10.36AM GMT 13 Mar 2013 ... "They first mixed up with the children playing cricket," said the officer, who was not authorised to speak to the media ... "This was a suicide attack," he said. Related Articles ... Source. AFP. ....(size: 6.7Kb)

Jim Souhan

Star Tribune

14 Mar 2013

Columnist . Sports. Phone. 612-719-0257. Email. jsouhan@startribune.com. Jim Souhan writes four columns and week and writes posts to the blog Souhan on Sports on Startribune.com ... Follow @SouhanStrib. Recent content from Jim Souhan. Souhan ... Updated ... Souhan ... Royce White fearlessly forges a new path ... Royce White, future politician?. The Star Tribune's Jim Souhan sat down with Royce White to talk about his basketball career, his plans for the... ....(size: 2.9Kb)

Intuitive Surgical Comments on Medical Device Reporting Practices

StreetInsider

14 Mar 2013

About the da Vinci® Surgical System. The da Vinci® Surgical System is a breakthrough surgical platform designed to enable complex surgery using a minimally invasive approach. The da Vinci® Surgical System consists of an ergonomic surgeon console or consoles, a patient-side cart with three or four interactive robotic arms, a high-performance vision system and proprietary EndoWrist® instruments....(size: 6.7Kb)

Intuitive Surgical Comments on Medical Device Reporting Practices (Intuitive Surgical Inc)

noodls

14 Mar 2013

IPEVO Releases Ziggi-HD USB Document Camera; Doc Cam Offers Professional-Level Image Capture for Educators and Businesspeople

San Francisco Chronicle

14 Mar 2013

IPEVO has announced the release of its newest product, the Ziggi-HD USB Document Camera. Ziggi-HD offers professional high-definition image capture for educators and businesspeople. Sunnyvale, CA (PRWEB) March 13, 2013 ... "We're very grateful for the enthusiastic response we've received for Ziggi within the ed tech community," said Royce Hong, CEO and big head of design of IPEVO ... For the original version on PRWeb visit....(size: 3.0Kb)

Eastern Michigan beats Miami (Ohio) 58-47

Dayton Daily News

14 Mar 2013

Daylen Harrison added 11 points, Da'Shonte Riley and Glen Bryant tallied 10 apiece, and J.R ... Eastern Michigan will take on third-seeded Western Michigan on Thursday at 9 p.m. ....(size: 0.9Kb)

Thompson scores 14, 3 others hit double figures as Eastern Michigan tops Miami (Ohio) 58-47

The Washington Post

14 Mar 2013

Daylen Harrison added 11 points, Da’Shonte Riley and Glen Bryant tallied 10 apiece, and J.R ... Loading... Comments Weigh In Corrections?. Recommend. Personal Post ... Eastern Michigan will take on third-seeded Western Michigan on Thursday at 9 p.m ... ....(size: 1.3Kb)

Eastern Michigan 58, Miami (Ohio) 47: Eagles win; WMU next in MAC tournament

Detroit Free Press

14 Mar 2013

Daylen Harrison added 11 points, DaShonte Riley and Glen Bryant tallied 10 apiece, and J.R ... The Eagles will take on third-seeded Western Michigan on Thursday at 9 p.m ... ....(size: 0.9Kb)

New pontiff destined to disappoint challengers

Boston Herald

14 Mar 2013

Even as he gazed upon the adoring masses in St. Peter’s Square, frenzied by the pageantry of seeing their new pontiff for the first time, Pope Francis must have known he was destined to disappoint many of them, simply because it’s impossible to be all things to all people ... Well, the hope here is that this new Successor to St ... In his line of work they say, “Deus da vobis, God gives to us.” ... ....(size: 2.1Kb)

Jay Sean sings in Hindi!

The Times of India

14 Mar 2013

Many will remember Jay Sean's Hindi versions of 'Ride it' and 'Stay' that garnered much critical acclaim back in 2008. This time, Jay Sean takes his current dance floor hit with DJ Pauly D, 'Back to Love' and spins the second verse and chorus into a smooth, meaningful Hindi translation with the help of well respected Classical singer Falu ... 'Da BeatFreaks'....(size: 1.8Kb)

Plucky Churchill Brothers hold Padang

Indian Express

14 Mar 2013

Churchill Brothers SC coach Mariano Dias had spoken about his team fearing foreign opposition. His statement, made at the pre-match press conference, seemed to have manifested itself on the pitch as Churchill took on Semen Padang, the Indonesian table-toppers, at the Balewadi stadium in Pune ... Against the run of play, attacking midfielder, Roberto Mendes Da Silva (Beto) swept in a cross ... contd. PAGE. 12 . Single Page Format ....(size: 1.9Kb)

'Shameless' Actress Books NBC Comedy 'Brenda Forever'

The Hollywood Reporter

14 Mar 2013

share. Daija Owens has joined the Ellie Kemper-toplined comedy pilot. NBC's Brenda Forever is rounding out its cast.our editor recommends. TV Pilots 2013. The Complete Guide. 'MadTV' Star to Play Ellie Kemper's Mother in NBC's 'Brenda Forever' ... Da'vine Joy Randolph plays the adult version. MadTV's Stephnie Weir co-stars ... E-mail ... Twitter ... ....(size: 2.0Kb)

Legislation Introduced Regarding Expansion of Accountable Home Visiting Programs as a Child Protection Strategy

PR Newswire

14 Mar 2013

Home Visiting Programs ... Legislative Remedies Proposed ... Senator Nelson, and co-authors Senator Bob Deuell and Senator Royce West , have authored SB 426—the Home Visiting Expansion and Accountability Act—that would provide the infrastructure for implementing an accountability system to ensure that the State places priority on investing in evidence-based programs that produce positive impacts. ... Zerwas said ... ....(size: 5.7Kb)

2013 DFW Auto Show features a big line-up of 2013 and 2014 models

The Examiner

14 Mar 2013

On Wednesday Dallas Convention Center opened its doors to the 23rd annual DFW Auto Show ... Dallas resident John Moore recently entered a Dodge SRT contest and won a Dart during the show ... The drive times are ... "We will have an excellent line-up of ultra luxury vehicles for the show which includes the McLaren 12C and 12C Spider, a Maserati Gran Turismo coupe and convertible, the Bentley Continental series and the Rolls-Royce Ghost ... 4.00 p.m ... ....(size: 6.2Kb)

Royce da 5'9"
Royce da 5'9" performing live at Rock the Bells 2011
Background information
Birth name	Ryan Daniel Montgomery
Also known as	Bad, Nickel Nine
Born	(1977-07-05) July 5, 1977 (age 34)
Origin	Detroit, Michigan, U.S.
Genres	Hip hop, midwest hip hop
Occupations	Rapper, songwriter, record producer
Years active	1997–present
Associated acts	Eminem, Bad Meets Evil, Slaughterhouse, DJ Premier, Yelawolf, Crooked I, Joell Ortiz, Joe Budden, Kid Vishis, Sherif
Website	http://www.royceda59.com

Year	Title	Peak chart positions	Sales
US	US R&B	US Rap	US Heat	US Ind
2002	Rock City Released: November 26, 2002 Label: E1, Columbia, Game	—	29		6	7	US: 110,000
2004	Death Is Certain Released: February 24, 2004 Label: E1	161	39		4	5	US: 84,000
2005	Independent's Day Released: July 18, 2005 Label: M.I.C. Records	—	—	—	—	—
2009	Street Hop Released: October 20, 2009 Label: M.I.C. Records, One Records	110	29	11	2	13	US: 24,000
2011	Success Is Certain Released: August 9, 2011 Label: Gracie Productions	25	7	5	—	3	US: 43,500

Year	Song	Peak chart positions	Album
US R&B	US Rap	BEL	GER	SWE	SWI	UK
1999	"I'm the King"	—	—	—	—	—	—	—	Grand Theft Auto III soundtrack
2000	"Boom"	—	48 ^[15]	—	—	—	—	—	Rock City
2001	"You Can't Touch Me"	66	—	—	—	—	—	—
2002	"Rock City" (featuring Eminem)	99	—	45	30	44	37	—
2004	"Hip Hop"	98	—	—	—	—	—	—	Death Is Certain
2005	"Politics" (featuring Cee Lo Green)	—	—	—	—	—	—	—	Independent's Day
2009	"Shake This"	—	—	—	—	—	—	—	Street Hop
"Part of Me"	—	—	—	—	—	—	—
"New Money"	—	—	—	—	—	—	—
2011	"Writer's Block" (featuring Eminem)	104 ^[16]	—	—	—	—	—	199 ^[17]	Success Is Certain
"Second Place"	—	—	—	—	—	—	—
"Legendary" (featuring Travis Barker)	—	—	—	—	—	—	—
"—" denotes releases that did not chart or receive certification.

Year	Song	Peak chart positions	Album
US	AUS
2001	"I Wanna Be Bad" (Willa Ford featuring Royce da 5'9")	22	52	Willa Was Here
"—" denotes releases that did not chart or receive certification.

Persondata
Name	Montgomery, Ryan
Alternative names	Royce da 5'9" (stage name)
Short description	Rapper
Date of birth	July 5, 1977
Place of birth	Detroit, Michigan, United States
Date of death
Place of death

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DJ Premier

Background information
Birth name	Christopher Edward Martin
Born	(1966-03-21) March 21, 1966 (age 46) Houston, Texas, United States
Origin	Houston, Texas, USA
Genres	Hip hop, East Coast Hip Hop
Occupations	Record producer, DJ
Instruments	Drum machine Keyboard Sampler Turntable
Years active	1984 – present
Labels	Wild Pitch/EMI (1987–1990) Chrysalis/EMI (1991–1998) Virgin/EMI (1998–2003) Year Round (2003–)
Associated acts	Gang Starr Foundation, M.O.P., Royce da 5'9", Christina Aguilera, Jay-Z, Kanye West, Nas, Kool G Rap, Blaq Poet, Apathy, Big L, Bun B, D.I.T.C., Game, Termanology, AZ, Buckshot LeFonque, Mobb Deep, Torae
Website	DJ Premier on Myspace

Persondata
Name	Premier, Dj
Alternative names
Short description
Date of birth	1966-03-21
Place of birth	Houston, Texas, United States
Date of death
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Rik Cordero
Birth name	Fredric Joseph Cordero
Origin	Queens, New York, United States
Years active	2007–present
Website	Official Website

Persondata
Name	Cordero, Rik
Alternative names
Short description
Date of birth	March 21, 1979
Place of birth
Date of death
Place of death

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Big Sean

Background information
Birth name	Sean Michael Anderson
Born	(1988-03-25) March 25, 1988 (age 24) Santa Monica, California
Origin	Detroit, Michigan, United States
Genres	Hip hop
Occupations	Rapper, Singer, Songwriter
Years active	2005 – present
Labels	GOOD, Def Jam
Associated acts	Kanye West, Mike Posner, Wiz Khalifa, Currensy, Meek Mill, SayItAintTone uknowbigsean.com

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Kendrick Lamar
Birth name	Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Also known as	K. Dot
Born	(1987-06-17) June 17, 1987 (age 25)
Origin	Compton, Los Angeles, California, U.S.
Genres	Hip hop
Occupations	Rapper, songwriter
Years active	2003–present
Labels	Top Dawg, Aftermath, Interscope
Associated acts	Black Hippy, Jay Rock, Ab-Soul, Schoolboy Q, J. Cole, Dr. Dre

Persondata
Name	Lamar, Kendrick
Alternative names	K.Dot
Short description	Recording artist
Date of birth	June 17, 1987
Place of birth	Compton, California
Date of death
Place of death

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