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
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
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
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"
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
(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"
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
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)
(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
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
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
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!
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"
[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
[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!
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)
[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] €" 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?
[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 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"]
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
[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
[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
[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"]
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*
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''}
[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]
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
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
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.
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
(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-")
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)
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 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
Artist: Bad Meets Evil (Eminem and Royce the 5-9)
Album: Nuttin' to Do CD Maxi-Single
Song: Nuttin' to Do
Typed by: rapforum
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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..
[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 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
[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]
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"]
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!)
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
[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
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
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
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!)
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"]
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
[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] 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
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
