Jump Lyrics - M.i.c. (make It Count) - Royce Da 5'9

(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 

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[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 

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[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!) 

(Is this what you want?)