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    Royce Da 5'9" / Lyrics

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    Royce Da 5'9" feat. Twista

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    [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*
    This song was submitted on March 18th, 2005 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Ryan Montgomery, Carlos Broady.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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