Yo I could strike physically or mentally or. I exist in you, I'm wit' you get your sense of the call. I have no sense of humor, I vent, you must. Stay the fuck out of my way, I'm too much.
I've been fucking with this game for a long time. And I'm impatient. I'ma kill somebody. If somebody don't make me real rich this year. . For starters, I'm all about the bread.
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Why? Die!. . [Royce Da 5'9"]. As the clock ticks, we knock off the block quick. Chip off the ol' block of the sixty Steve's{?} our pops. We - will stick you for your cheese to receive our props (yeah).
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.
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[Sara Stokes]. Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Adjust ya radio. Boy you got me tripping, boy you got me tripping. Baby wet my whistle, boy you got me tripping. You got me heated.
[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.
Chorus:. we ridin, survivin,(Royce 5'9") tryin not to die (yeah). and tryin to cop a island. 5'9" and he sleezy the game needs me 'cause im drama. i got problems i cant resovlve'em.
Chorus:. we ridin, survivin,(Royce 5'9") tryin not to die (yeah). and tryin to cop a island. 5'9" and he sleezy the game needs me 'cause im drama. i got problems i cant resovlve'em.
[Hook]. We live ladies, so fuck witha nigga like,--me. You not ready, to fuck with a nigga. Oh oh here he comes. Watch out now he'll chew you up. I know you gone here me come.
[Intro "Trick Trick"]. Nephew, these little faggit, pussy ass, bitch ass niggas. think they wanna do something with us!?!. What they wanna do with the D!?!.
[Chorus]. 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.
[Intro - Royce talking]You are now rocking to the sounds. of my dawg. DJ Green Lantern. Bar Exam 2 nigga. It's a motherfuckin' holiday bitches. [Verse 1 - June the Great]I slang hope to the world like my name was Obama.
I got a deep anonymous bottomless pit dealt to my psychy, bank full of what's stitched on the left side of my Nikes, blank man fill me in but you will never sum me up, their will never be another question mark like me, I don't gang bang shit I'm just mad blazing, I got them dimes like a bad Asian, I got the mix like some bad shaving, Aaliyah with the gang bang she say she wit it and say I'm outta thought like I'm red flag waving, I go with cig's when you come with kids, so I hope you run youngest son under dick, so long live crime, long kiss bye, I'm a Rottweiler I am truly hot lava, have your pap's hollering the wrong kid died turn him into Dewey Cox father, I age better than suede leather, the winner and the fall of Dopeman fuck the talk lets agree that I ain't the Pacman and Mayweather, got bitches chasing dick I feel like hanging up, shit take em wit snap my fingers make them sit, You? you roll around with a pack of niggas, you got the click Mel Gibson wish for racist spit, he got the cops around him, I'm rocking like a crack head momma, chicken in the crib baby in the oven, that basically means she laying in some hot surroundings, Crazy as the ...? Shady is the...? come with immaculate concepts like nobody birthed me I treat the game like Rick James did to Charlie Murphy I'm in slaughterhouse storming troop armor suit all you clones trying to form a group only Jones that you keeping up with is orange juice..
We holla at 'em like. . [Verse 1]. These niggas talkin' bout they walk talk and think bossy. I'm in the Trump Tower shower washin' ink off me. Two ugly bitches in my bed, moochin' drinks off me.
Trust the fucking shooter. (DJ Pain 1). . Long live the one who got the gun in his hand with his own plan. Long live the grown man with no gun but still he knows the land.
[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'.
"Throw Back". . (R) You niggaz can hold it (O) cause I am a throwback (Y). I'm spilling these cold raps, cause I am a soldier (C). You should've been told that (E) cause I am a throwback.
[Royce Da 5'9"]. Uhh, yeah. Royce 5-9, my nigga Bow Tie. My nigga Cee, Six July. Gangsta, what, gangsta, what, uhh. Gangsta, niggaz is gangsta. . Yo, I'm out here all day.