Meeting Of The Bosses Lyrics - Independent's Day - Royce Da 5'9

The soldiers, the hitch men, fightin for the dough 

Allow me to give it to you, right from the door 

Walkin through the steps of the rise and the fall hall 

Of an empire, coming to the floor 

Through the wire like eight on a string 

Where they gon' sting ya when it comes to that cold 

Soldiers, hoes in, vultures lurkin 

Lookin for that work in 

Hopin, they could make a couple dollars 

Off another mothafuckin bloody murder 

It's the problem but no hoe, it's the quality of knowin 

that the part of gettin dough, is you can't be out of control 

If you gets in the way of my paper, by my skyscraper 

We can chunk it, long as you ain't crossed that line 

You can put me on the phone with your boss, we could squash it 

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It's the meeting of the bosses, meeting of the bosses 

Why don't you tell them lil' niggaz, beat it we talkin 

Meeting of the bosses, meeting of the bosses 

Tell them lil mothafuckers, shut up, we talkin 

Huh, over weed, over yay, over not bein paid 

When he say he gon' see you 

Pethy ass niggaz, them pathetic ass bitches 

YOu could let 'em grab dick, they'll never have shit 

In this world, when you niggaz gon' learn it 

That some of these wars, at the point of no returnin 

Some of these boys, at the point of no concernin 

Some of these courts, at the point of no ajournin 

How many cars can you run up on before 

somebody wanna war, ain't nobody wanna talk 

Hit you in the die hard, niggaz mom's calling 

Involvin the law hard 

Cross taped up to the chest 

Enemies fuckin with them boys for protection 

If it's only one boss in your squadron 

Then me and him need to be the only once talking 

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Huh, all you have in this world is your word 

Your gat and your guts, that and your nuts 

Aint no backin you up, ain't no after you gone 

The pastor of the church nigga, that's when it's on 

The path that you own nigga, that's where you goin 

Clap if you want homes, and your ass gone 

Now you finally gotta kill 

But the snowball is rollin down that hill 

Accumulatin size, by the time it arrives 

At the bottom of the hill, it be count as homicides 

And avalanches for the ambiance outside you 

Countless mamas cryin, sisters goin Boo Boo 

Niggaz killin 'cause of what they true to 

Who's the villian here nigga, tell me what would you do 

Huh, keep it goin, talk shit, squash it 

You gon' have to talk to the bosses