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(Royce Da 5'9") |
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Huh? |
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We the best, Twist' you at nigga c'mere |
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Sift ya lye.. c'mere |
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Extremely hard to be the king of a city it's dis |
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A nigga that could twist like this |
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A nigga that could rip any shit that he get |
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Never balk and come with a metaphor like this |
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Flow like dis, never broke but flow for the dough like this |
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Never been a nigga that you know like dis |
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Cold like dis, but ah, it's just me and D-Mo like dis |
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Respect is a must, got every nigga in every hood checkin for us |
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Never catch us catchin the bus |
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Niggaz got whips, niggaz got loot, |
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niggaz got troops, got guns, got clips (what) |
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Next big thing, iced watch to go with the necklace ring |
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Iced out to go with the rest it seems |
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More or less the more of the best you seen |
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Big buzz, only rollin with big thugs |
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We get in clubs you know you gettin ya shit bust |
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Not too many ducks is goin against us |
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If ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift up |
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Rhyme till I can't rhyme no more, ball till I can't ball no more |
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Till I'm 5'9" no more, till the ice can't shine no more |
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Which ever comes first, let's go nigga |
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(Hook - 2X) |
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Who the fuck want what?! |
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Who the fuck want what, want what?! |
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(Twis) Playa tell me why you hatin, cuz you the one take |
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(Twis) that from a nigga that'll open you up |
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(Twis) You gotta send the deck up when we holla |
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(Royce Da 5'9") |
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One of a hundred niggaz'll hate my shit |
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Eighty-nine'll bite, the other ten'll think of comin alike |
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Cuz my shit when it come to the mic, 99 outta 100'll like |
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Never disrespect a nigga grippin the tec, it's my shit |
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Put the flow in affect with my clique |
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Go to the death, flow the best, my spit - I'm sick, it's my shit |
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Try to get slick and niggaz is gettin hit |
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You don't want that do you? It comes back to you |
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And I ain't even tryna rap to you, so suck my dick, it's my shit |
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Too many willin to pin ya in rap |
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put a endin to that, do the math with me |
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Straight to the lab, we're sendin you back |
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Keep going, you know that no one can last wit me |
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Stay armed with the biggest of arms, got bitch-niggaz hittin alarms |
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Every rhyme is strictly writtin to harm |
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This my shit, keep every word of every verse in position to launch |
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Never gon' fail, never got plans of catchin a L |
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I'ma forever prevail, whatever you yell |
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It's my world, everything else, c'mon nigga |
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(Hook - 2X) |
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{*pause*} |
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(Royce talking *beat slowly returning*) |
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Motown, uhh.. |
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Chi-town.. 5'9.. |
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Twista, let's go nigga uhh |
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(Twista) |
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Tell me who the fuck want what |
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Whatchu murderous niggaz is ready to make the deck go up? |
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I could cause a scene to make you throw up |
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Put a bullet in yo' gut, bat em down and leave the sto' cut |
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Cuz homie you ain't got no choice ta, |
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Dat why you runnin to a real rida like Twista, or Roysta |
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Let the thirty caliber annoint ya |
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Whodie won't even know he hit till he feel his shirt suckin the moisture |
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Voice ya opinion if ya want to |
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Kick-ass winner, kick up dust in the middle of the arena |
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Subpeona motherfuckaz like the courts do |
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We'll blast shortly ya nuts bust and it won't be a misdemeanor |
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We them niggaz that'll come approach ya |
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Shockin ya body our Bacardi keeps all ya nerves from bleedin |
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Until we heard no breathin - two undercovers, |
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we comin we get the dirty even; they know it's servin season |
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Shit is good as gone, cuz I gotta bring the goodies home |
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The petty packin penny brushin with the pretty pearl handle |
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Pistol, Pelle Pelle pants and the hoodie on |
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And you comin with the Midwest shit? |
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Remember how we took you, you trippin off how we did that shit |
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Somebody tell me where the weed at |
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Some niggaz knew I was about to snap so he hid that shit |
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I was gon' get buck - come hard - get crunk |
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Go into a thing and let the rhyme ride, |
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and hit them niggaz from the blindside |
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And take the whole opposition down with my dog 5'9 |
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Ceremony for the killaz, bustin em off, |
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and comin off so you can bust yo' nut |
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Though I'm bout to bust yo' guts |
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But if yo' operation is hatin, who the fuck want what? |
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(Hook - 4X) |
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*beat continues then fades out* |
