Royce Da 5'9"

■2012년!! 시작..
때끼발가락







Nothing On You

Tia London







Last Fantasy

아이유







어쩌면 좋아

가비엔제이






곡 80 | 담기 16 | 추천 6

클럽음악종결
카리스마영구







Take Over Control (Radio Edit) (Feat. Eva Simons)

Afrojack







Lionheart (Original Mix)

Afrojack







Surrender (Original Mix) (Feat. MC Ambush)

Sidney Sam..






곡 94 | 담기 19 | 추천 6

Eminem:Yeah, yeah
I don't know what else to say
I can't, I can't think of nothin'
I'm stumped
Here we go (Here we go)

On your feet (On your feet)
Stand up (Stand up)
Everybody hands up (Hands up)
Uh, man, I dunno, man
Every time I go to think of something played out to say
You already said it

Royce Da 5'9:
I ain't calling names 'cause all of y'all the same, plus
I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up
All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up
Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent
Because of my relationship with Marshall
Used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain fuck
We the same 'cause, I'm probably about to fall out with a young buck
While I attempt to fuck the fucking game up
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat
You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby's Maybach
My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me nigga
It's ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get
The more disgusting and fuckin' disfigured it gets
Niggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop
Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast
I, only fuck with mailmen with heroin from Boca
Niggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox
Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin'
While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
I'm back, muthafucker
Notice the flyness on the cover of the XXL
I'm back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers
How y'all realer, (How y'all realer) If I said it, I did it
If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer
Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa
The decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up
Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup
Nigga, the mistake was like my only teacher
Wait 'til they get a load of me 'cause


I've got Gucci's on my feet
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Bitches on my dick
But y'all already said that

Choppers in the trunk
Models in the front
Bottles in the club
But I don't give a fuck
But y'all already said that

Eminem:
'Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
For me to come up with shit and just say (Ayy)
I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's block
Psyche!

Royce Da 5'9:
When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it
Sittin' on the same boat that Noah built
Floatin' on the same water Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site, overkill
Aren't you tired, why are you so loud, quiet
Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid
You dudes is too excited
You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
You will just be another victim
I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted
I roll like the end credits in movies, y'all just got scripted
Got y'all niggas' bitches bobbin' to this one when she witcha
When she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin'
Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper
I'm-a separate with a purpose, havin' problems
Not a problem I've encountered
I have found elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus
At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds
Pun intended, gun extended, what are you mark's askin'
Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it
Since I decided to start Class diss
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' marked absent
I authorize my own all-access
Your bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her pussy need to blocked and reported as spam
Bong! Interscope up in this dope and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes
And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone
I don't know which one is harder
Tryna not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own


I got Gucci's on my feet
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Bitches on my dick
But y'all already said that

Choppers in the trunk
Models in the front
Bottles in the club
But I don't give a fuck
But y'all already said that

Eminem:
'Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
For me to come up with shit and just say (Ayyyyyy)
I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's block
Psyche!

Man, get the bozac
We need to start bringin' that shit back (Mad flava)
Man, fuck it, I'm 'bout to catch some wreck (We in effect, money)
Mad props to Royce for keepin' it real
On the strength, no diggity
I'm 'bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack on

Haters get the gas-face

Eminem:Yeah, yeah
I don't know what else to say
I can't, I can't think of nothin'
I'm stumped
Here we go (Here we go)

On your feet (On your feet)
Stand up (Stand up)
Everybody hands up (Hands up)
Uh, man, I dunno, man
Every time I go to think of something played out to say
You already said it

Royce Da 5'9:
I ain't calling names 'cause all of y'all the same, plus
I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up
All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up
Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent
Because of my relationship with Marshall
Used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain fuck
We the same 'cause, I'm probably about to fall out with a young buck
While I attempt to fuck the fucking game up
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat
You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby's Maybach
My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me nigga
It's ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get
The more disgusting and fuckin' disfigured it gets
Niggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop
Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast
I, only fuck with mailmen with heroin from Boca
Niggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox
Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin'
While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
I'm back, muthafucker
Notice the flyness on the cover of the XXL
I'm back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers
How y'all realer, (How y'all realer) If I said it, I did it
If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer
Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa
The decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up
Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup
Nigga, the mistake was like my only teacher
Wait 'til they get a load of me 'cause


I've got Gucci's on my feet
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Bitches on my dick
But y'all already said that

Choppers in the trunk
Models in the front
Bottles in the club
But I don't give a fuck
But y'all already said that

Eminem:
'Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
For me to come up with shit and just say (Ayy)
I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's block
Psyche!

Royce Da 5'9:
When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it
Sittin' on the same boat that Noah built
Floatin' on the same water Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site, overkill
Aren't you tired, why are you so loud, quiet
Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid
You dudes is too excited
You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
You will just be another victim
I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted
I roll like the end credits in movies, y'all just got scripted
Got y'all niggas' bitches bobbin' to this one when she witcha
When she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin'
Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper
I'm-a separate with a purpose, havin' problems
Not a problem I've encountered
I have found elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus
At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds
Pun intended, gun extended, what are you mark's askin'
Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it
Since I decided to start Class diss
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' marked absent
I authorize my own all-access
Your bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her pussy need to blocked and reported as spam
Bong! Interscope up in this dope and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes
And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone
I don't know which one is harder
Tryna not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own


I got Gucci's on my feet
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Bitches on my dick
But y'all already said that

Choppers in the trunk
Models in the front
Bottles in the club
But I don't give a fuck
But y'all already said that

Eminem:
'Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
For me to come up with shit and just say (Ayyyyyy)
I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's block
Psyche!

Man, get the bozac
We need to start bringin' that shit back (Mad flava)
Man, fuck it, I'm 'bout to catch some wreck (We in effect, money)
Mad props to Royce for keepin' it real
On the strength, no diggity
I'm 'bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack on

Haters get the gas-face

This one's for you and me
living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide
I'll open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time you hear this I will
have already spiralled up
I would never do nothing to let
you cowards fuck my world up
If I was you I would duck or get
struck like lightening
Fighters keep fighting put your
lighters up point em' skyward uh
Had a dream I was king
I woke up still king
This rap game's nipple is mine
for the milking
Till nobody else even fucking
feels me till' it kills me
I swear to god I'll be the
fucking illest in this music
There is or there ever
will be disagree
Feel free but from now on
I'm refusing to ever give up
The only thing I ever gave up is
using No more excuses
Excuse me if my head is too big
for this building
And pardon me if I'm a cocky
prick but you cocks are slick
Poppin shit on how you flipped
ya life around crock-of-shit
Who you dicks try to kid flipped
dick you did the opposite
You stayed the same cause cock
backwards is still cock you pricks
I love it when I tell em shove it
Cause it wasn't that long ago
when Marshall sat
luster lacked lustered
Cause he couldn't cut mustard
muster up nothing
Brain fuzzy cause he's buzzin'
woke up from that buzz
Now you wonder why he does it
how he does it
Wasn't cause he had buzzards
circle around his head
Waiting for him to drop
dead was it
Or was it cause them bitches
wrote him off
Little hussy ass fusses cause
fuck it guess it
doesn't matter now does it
What difference it make
What it take to get it through
your thick skulls
As if this ain't some bullshit
People don't usually
come back this way
From a place that was dark as
I was in
Just to get to this place
Now let these words be like a
switch blade to a haters rib cage
And let it be known from
this day forward
I wanna just say thanks cause
your hate is what gave me
the strength
So let em bic's raise cause
I came with 5'9'
but I feel like I'm 6'8'
This one's for you and me
living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide
I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time you hear this I'll
probably already be outtie
I advance like going from toting
iron to going and
buying 4 or 5 of the homies the
iron man Audi
My daddy told me slow down boy
you goin to blow it
And I ain't gotta stop the
beat a minute
To tell Shady I love him the
same way that he did Dr.Dre
on the Chronic
Tell him how real he is
or how high I am
Or how I would kill for him for
him to know it
I cried plenty tears
my daddy got a bad back
So it's only right that I right
till he can march right into
that post office and
tell em to hang it up
Now his career's Lebron's
jersey in 20 years
I'll stop when I'm at the very top
You shitted on me on your way up
It's 'bout to be a scary drop
Cause what goes up must come down
You going down on something you
don't wanna see like a hairy box
Every hour happy hour now
Life is wacky now
Used to have to eat the cat to
get the pussy
Now I'm just the cats meoww ow
Classic now always down for the
catch weight like Pacquiao
Ya'll are doomed
I remember when T-Pain ain't
wanna work with me
My car starts itself parks
itself and autotunes
Cause now I'm in the Aston
I went from having my
city locked up
To getting treated like
Kwame Kilpatrick
And now I'm fantastic
Compared to a weed high
And y'all niggas just gossipin'
like bitches on a radio and TV
See me we fly
Y'all buggin out like Wendy
Williams staring at a beehive
And how real is that
I remember signing my first deal
and now I'm the second best
I can deal with that
Now Bruno can show his ass
without the MTV awards gag
You and I know what it's
like to be kicked down
Forced to fight
But tonight we're alright
So hold up your light
Let it shine
Cause this one's for you and me
living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide
I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters

"The Kiss (Skit)"

[Eminem] I'm gonna kill this bitch. I'm gonna kill her. I'm going to fuckin' jail, cause i'm gonna kill this bitch.
[Gary] Yo' man, I don't know.
[Eminem] What?
[Gary] I got a really, really bad feelin' about this.
[Eminem] Man, will you shut the fuck up Gary. You've always got a bad feeling man. That's her car right there. Just park.
[Gary] Allright, just let me park. I'm parking!
[Eminem] Fuckin', turn the car off dog.
[Gary] Alright.
[Eminem] Alright, we wait.
[Gary] We wait for what?
[Eminem] We wait until she comes out. Man, i'm gonna fuckin' kill her.
[Gary] Man, you ain't gonna kill nobody.
[Eminem] Man, just shut the fuck up dog.
[Gary] What the fuck did you bring that for?
[Eminem] Just shut up, fuckin' clip is empty.
[Gary] Don't point that shit at me!
[Eminem] It's not even loaded bitch, look!
[Gary] Dude! God I fuckin' hate when you do that shit.
[Eminem] Ha ha, ya but it's funny as fuck.
[Gary] You're gonna fuck around and kill me one of these days, I swear.
[Eminem] It get's you every time. Is that her?
[Gary] Where?
[Eminem] Right there motherfucker.
[Gary] Yeah, fuck.
[Eminem] Alright, get up, get up.
[Gary] Here we go again.
[Eminem] Get down!
[Gary] What the fuck do you want me to do get under the car?
[Eminem] Yo', who's she walkin' with?
[Gary] How the fuck am I supposed to know? You told me to duck down.
[Eminem] It's the fucking bouncer. Did she just kiss him?
[Gary] I don't think so.
[Eminem] Dog, she just fuckin' kissed him.
[Gary] No, she didn't!
[Eminem] She's kissing him dog!
[Gary] No she's not...oh shit.
[Eminem] C'mon, motherfucker!
[Gary] MAARRSSHH!!!

[Intro]
The poor stay poor, the rich get richer, it's just so disproportionate


[Chorus]
Sometimes life seems so unfortunate, that's why I don't give a shit.
The poor stay poor, the rich get richer, it's just so disproportionate.
You don't know just what I've gone through, that's why I would rather show you
just how far that I can take it, every rule, I'm breaking it


[Eminem]


Terrible but not rippable, invincible I hung invisible,
Fucking mistletoe over the world that stuck my ass up under it now pucker up them lips and kiss it hoes
Here we go
Bad and Evil so you know how this'll go the competition's miserable we stomp them bitches , this is no joke
Going overboard like someone threw us off the boat
Choke, apart from all the smoke
I'm trying to stay on fire so you know if I hate fucking water sprinklers I don't want a hoes
Someone left a cat out the bag now it's time to stuff his face
Bag in that bitch thought of that little motherfucker till it suffocates, who
You, handeling the ? tryna be so sick when the Bad and Evil was reunited hey
Came back to annihilate the games and dive straight this into this highway,
Word of Satan there's a drop full of ? Ouija board and I pray
Now I lay me down to sleep, I do this shit in my sleep
So now imagine if I awake!
I'm champ, bitch, I've never tasted Cannibus can never be no damn a wuss so pussy never mushy so you can't squish
No where near twisted, in fact if I jump out a ? taxi
Only time you'll hear me say I ambush
Outlandish, these words are weapons that I brandish
Stand off, wish the hoes get your hands off, this can't tie bitch
So why the fuck would I sugar coat it for?
No, fuck protocol, I'd holla at this whore but now my throat is sore



[Chorus]
Sometimes life seems so unfortunate, that's why I don't give a shit.
The poor stay poor, the rich get richer, it's just so disproportionate.
You don't know just what I've gone through, that's why I would rather show you
just how far that I can take it, every rule, I'm breaking it



[Royce]
Baby I'm lawless, you couldn't burn me if you trew acid on me,
I'm at your homie, I'm at your home ready to spray you while you nappin' only have
everything on and around your matrass looking like a world in front of a matrimony - you high
Thug yeah, go ahead, jump no matter how high you get, you're gonna come up short like Spud Webb
My DUI's get waved like saying bye, still rotten with no one else like James Todd can't change eye
I thank God for my safe thinking last time I was safethinking me and my niggers was doing a bank job
I stay violent y'all going to Beach Rock, you got a mouth like Kanye, I knock your whole bottom row of teeth out
No disrespecting Mr. West, shit I'm just nice with mine and it's just rap I'm just like Ricky Hatton, I just like to rhyme
These weak rappers wanna set us up, they never tough, they ask me for a hook I tell em left or right head or gut,
What you're all messing with, is a nigger that will leave you fubar, fucked up beyond all recognition
Y'all are rockstars, I'm the opposite, I could just throw a rock and hit a star, for the fuck of it
Partner you not hard I'll body you hot bars, beef has left you praying right, like allah hoo akhbar
Let's go, when I leave y'all shot you ain't gonna be on your metro, In a bad area they call ?


[Chorus]
Sometimes life seems so unfortunate, that's why I don't give a shit.
The poor stay poor, the rich get richer, it's just so disproportionate.
You don't know just what I've gone through, that's why I would rather show you
just how far that I can take it, every rule, I'm breaking it

[Chorus]
Oh, all around the World,
there's an echo
as he takes a bow
And they all know all the girls, the boys
they chase the noise
through the highs and through the lows
they will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo
they will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo

[Royce]
Classical palms
battle my own demons
I need a glass of Patron
bad as I need a horn
stabbing my clavicle bone
I'm at it or prone
first time I seen a dessert eagle
I was letting the 44 buss
the 44 pop
first time you seen one, you was eating coco puffs
looking at Robocop
I'm not a man, I'm a logo, I'm sustain
in order to clean my things you need saline
I'm never refering to the solution
I'm talking about more like the mustang vroom
get respect from the get-go, hello
set to the echo, pyscho
pen got a mind of its own, gotta write my rhymes with a timer otherwise
I'll probably vibe out to a nine minute song
as the echo follows the Maserati
as the petrol swallows,
I'm a thousand bodies away from a skeleton
check your bible inside it, it will say this guys an elephant
I'm fly like I'm, killing the scene like I'm a villain with wings
I'll sleep when I'm 6 feet deep,
right now I'm living a dream
though we may be reckless
the ladies check us
they whisper Shady records
baby echo

[Chorus]
Oh, all around the World,
there's an echo
as he takes a bow
And they all know all the girls, the boys
they chase the noise
through the highs and through the lows
they will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo
they will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo

[Eminem]
I can hear them calling, calling, calling, calling, calling
I eat rappers with the rhyme, consume 'em
the only fucking thing that you consume is time
I'm super human, my world is like a Rubiks cube
its too complex girl, you assuming, cupids looming
my mentality's caveman stupid woman
my life is Truman show, all I have is music hoe
I stopped chasing every chick under the sun many moons ago
so pretend my dick is a balloon and blow
cause you better put a fork in it if you think I'mma lay here just spooning yo
oh you think you the shit 'cause I just said you was beautiful
diabolical, till the last molecule, down to my last hair folicle and cuticle
rotten to the core, to the bunghole all the way down...
to my sock and the hair on my toe
learn how to sew, so shut my own booty hole
cause I ain't took no sh-t since I looked down to my nuts and saw my first pubic grow
I told these stupid hoes when I come back I'mma set this bitch on fire
and this time I mean Imma pour gasoline on some chick and light her
cause this time muthafuckers I'm put my whole God-damn dick inside her
I ain't even put my tip in that hoe yet
I'ma go get TIP and try to rip it wider

[Chorus]
Oh, all around the World,
there's an echo
as he takes a bow
And they all know all the girls, the boys
they chase the noise
through the highs and through the lows
they will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo
they will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo

[Royce Da 5'9"]
First verse, uh, I'm on 'til I'm on a island
My life's ridin' on the autobahn on autopilot
Before I touch dirt, I'll kill y'all with kindness
I kill ya, my natural persona's much worse
You've been warned if you've been born or if you conform
Slap up a cop and then snatch 'em outta his uniform
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas's intellect mad slow, y'all fags know, claimin' you bangin'
You flamin', bet you could light your own cigarette with ya asshole
Me and Shady deaded the past, so that basically resurrected my cashflow
I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dyke
Though I ain't wrapped tight, my blood type's the 80's
My 90's was like the Navy, you was like the Brady's, you still fly kites daily

[Eminem]
Catch me in my Mercedes, bumpin' Ice Ice Baby
Screamin' Shady 'til I die, like a half a pair of dice, life's crazy
So I live it to the fullest 'til I'm Swayze
And you only live it once, so I'm thinkin' 'bout this nice, nice lady
Wait, no, stop me now 'fore I get on a roll (Danish) Let me tell you
What this pretty little dame's name is cause she's kinda famous
And I hope that I don't sound too heinous when I say this Nicki Minaj
But I wanna stick my penis in your anus!
You morons think that I'm a genius
Really I belong inside a dang insane asylum cleanin'
Try them trailer parks, crazy, I am back, and I am razor-sharp, baby
And that's back with a capital B with an exclamation mark
Maybe you should listen when I flip the linguistics
Cause I'mma rip this mystical slick shit
You don't wanna become another victim or statistic of this shit, cause after
I spit the bullets, I'mma treat these shell casings like a soccer ball
I'mma kick the ballistics, so get this dick, I'mma live this

[Hook: Sly]
Livin' life in the fast lane
Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down
Only got a gallon in the gas tank
But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now
I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride
Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, my whole goal as a poet's to be relaxed in orbit
At war with a bottle, this Captain Morgan attacks my organs
My slow flow is euphoric, it's like I rap endorphins
I made a pact with the Devil that says "I'll let you take me
You let me take this shovel, dig up the corpes, Jack Kevorkian"
Go back and forfeit, more beef that you can pack a fork in
I'm livin' the life of the infinite enemy down, my tenement too many now
To send my serenity powers, spin 'em around, enterin' in the vicinity

[Eminem]
Now, was called Eminem, but he threw away the candy and ate the rapper
Chewed him up.. and spitted him out, girl giddy-up, now get-get down
He's lookin' around this club and it looks like people are havin' a shit fit now
Here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who's back in t-t-town
Did I s-s-stutter, mothafucka? Fuck the mall, he shuts
A whole mothafuckin' Walmart d-d-down every time he comes a-r-r-round
And he came to the club tonight with 5'9" to hold this bitch down
Like a mothafuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-d-drown
Shorty, when you dance, you got me captivated, just by the way
That you keep lickin' them dick-sucking lips, I'm agitated, aggravated
To the point you don't suck my dick, then you're gonna get decapitated
Other words, you don't fuckin' give me head, then I'm have to take it

[Royce]
And then after takin' that, I'mma catch a case, it's gon' be fascinatin'
It's gon' say "The whole rap game passed away" on top of the affidavit
Graduated from master debater slash massive masturbator
To Michael Jackson' activator, meanin' I'm on fire off the top
Might wanna back up the data, runnin' over hip hop
In a verbal tractor trailer, homie this sick, you can normally ask a hater
Don't it make sense, these shell casings is just like a bag of paper
Drop in the lap of a tax evader, homie they spent

[Eminem]
Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoes, what girl
I'm the crack-a-lator, percolator to this party, be my penis ejaculator later
Tell you boyfriend that you just struck paydirt
You rollin' with a player, you won't be exaggeratin' when you sayin'

[Hook]

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[Bruno Mars:]
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters

[Eminem:]
By the time you hear this I will have already spiralled up
I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up
If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening,
Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em' skyward uh
Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king...
This rap game's nipple is mine for the milking,
Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till' it kills me
I swear to god I'll be the fucking illest in this music
There is or there ever will be, disagree?
Feel free, but from now on I'm refusing to ever give up
The only thing I ever gave up is using. No more excuses.
Excuse me if my head is too big for this building
And pardon me if I'm a cocky prick but you cocks are slick
Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-of-shit
Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite
You stayed the same, cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks
I love it when I tell em shove it
Cause it wasn't that long ago when Marshall sat, luster lacked, lustered
Cause he couldn't cut mustard, muster up nothing
Brain fuzzy, cause he's buzzin', woke up from that buzz
Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it
Wasn't cause he had buzzards circle around his head
Waiting for him to drop dead, was it?
Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off
Little hussy ass fusses, cause fuck it, guess it doesn't matter now, does it
What difference it make?
What it take to get it through your thick skulls
As if this ain't some bullshit
People don't usually come back this way
From a place that was dark as I was in
Just to get to this place
Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage
And let it be known from this day forward
I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me the strength
So let em bic's raise cause I came with 5'9′ but I feel like I'm 6'8″

[Bruno Mars:]
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
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Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters

[Royce Da 5'9":]
By the time you hear this I'll probably already be outtie
I advance like going from toting iron to going and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the iron man Audi
My daddy told me slow down, boy, you goin to blow it
And I ain't gotta stop the beat a minute
To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did Dr Dre on the Chronic
Tell him how real he is or how high I am
Or how I would kill for him for him to know it
I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back
So it's only right that I right till he can march right into that post office and tell em to hang it up
Now his career's Lebron's jersey in 20 years
I'll stop when I'm at the very top
You shitted on me on your way up
It's 'bout to be a scary drop
Cause what goes up must come down
You going down on something you don't wanna see like a hairy box
Every hour, happy hour now
Life is wacky now
Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy
Now I'm just the cats meoww, ow
Classic now, always down for the catch weight like Pacquiao
Ya'll are doomed
I remember when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me
My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes
Cause now I'm in the Aston
I went from having my city locked up
To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick
And now I'm fantastic
Compared to a weed high
And y'all niggas just gossipin' like bitches on a radio and TV
See me, we fly
Y'all buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee-hive
And how real is that
I remember signing my first deal and now I'm the second best I can deal with that
Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag

[Bruno Mars:]
You and I know what it's like to be kicked down
Forced to fight
But tonight we're alright
So hold up your light
Let it shine
Cause this one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters



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Don’t stop
don’t stop

[Royce Da 5' 9"]
Yeah, Bad and Evil is (BACK)
we bout to get into a tail of gunner that details the dungeon
this is the pale moon illuminates the hail and thundering
oh once again where I fail from blundering
Shady lifted his wing than I fell from under it
now I’m freefallin’
my career is gone and the weed callin’
regardless of who’s fault I was b-ballin’
God bubble wrapped me and dropped me on top of the Earth
Marshall double backed and got me from on top of the Hearse
I’m alive n-gga, Justin T ain’t got nothing on me
cause I done cried Mary J Blige rivers
I realised that God’s with us as soon as I decided to put that bottle down and pick up my tie bridges
the writings on the wall since n-ggas seen me at the baseball game with Shady and Jay-Z
suddenly everybody calls
“like I’m just checking on you dog”
while I throw up this message on the star

[Chorus]
when them bottles stop poppin’
and them dollars start stopping
do what you did to get it and dont stop (dont stop)
I made a promise to my momma
I’mma out live her
How can I be a quitter when haters dont stop (dont stop)

I’m living proof n-gga
its pretty safe to say
God giveth and God taketh away
its the Worldwide American way
I’m living proof n-gga

[Eminem]
Your body language is sayin’ your confidence is gone
well pick ya ass up lil homie, come on
you just gone sit there and take it or make em suck it
tell em where to shove it straight up (?)
f-ck it,
the last time the light kicked me in the ass
I pulled down it’s pants and put a foot up its ass
man what a catastrophy it’d be for me to be a bitch ass p-ssy
and not open a can of whoop ass
did ya piss ass whoop me will be the day I say I aint poop
shit, the day that I dont straight shoot
I’ll drop out of my anti-women hate group
say I’m a sissy faggot, record it play it back and put it on straight loop
you haters look like you ate a grape fruit
you see me climbing back on that wagon
got my swagga back I was dragging, hop back on it
grab the reigns on that bastard and came back on em
without remorse man
man of course I’m a one trick pony
cause I’ll be screaming on these horns till I’m hoarse!

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5' 9"]
Nah I aint fading yet
I’d rather stay and rap
I mighta made a deck
I find excitement in wondering what I’ma write next
so I dont stay in debt
me broke
you might aswell cut the embryo out my momma and play catch with the baby
with AK’s with baby bayonet’s
I’ma get rich or I’mma die trying
thats why its either kill or be killed
so call me suicide homocide Ryan

[Eminem]
Theres a bomb inside my head
I’ma live wire, I am on the edge
teetering on it like I tore the iron mike
get on a nut like a tyre iron
I have no desire stopping so why would I drop and roll
thats how much Im flying higher(?)
rappers are fun and I’m the time cause I’m just flying by ‘em
man I’m laughing at ‘em the entire time, why am I up?
cause tribulations I have triumphed bitch I’m fired up
so it’s time for me to slit your f-cking lighter, light the sky up

[Chorus]

[Intro: Brick Tamland]
LOUD NOISES!!!!

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Life handed me lemons, I jump back into the public eye
And squirted lemon juice in it by now you just wish I’d fucking die
But I electrify, get electrocuted, executed by an executioner
Of my flow too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by
Guess who, what’s happening guys? They told me to shit
I fell off that pot hoped right back up on that crapper and I
Said fuck you with a capital I, look who’s back to antagonize
You don’t like it? You can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die
You right back like a maggot on my dick grabbing at my shit better get to the back
Of the line, You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that battle
What kind of rapper would I be before I let another rapper think he’s hot
I’ll bury my face in his stinky twat and go..
Go 'head, space is limited, ain’t even room in the back of my mind
That’s why I ain’t thinking about you, I don’t got time and I told you a thousand times
So how can I find the time to put an alkaline battery in Royce's back
And at the same time put juice in mine? Goddammit Slaughterhouse is signed

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
I’m a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my livers killing
Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling
The niggas willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling
Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin then I’m filling the clip
With a written, can you picture my pistol drilling?
A million women and children when I’m illing but it isn’t real, it’s a rap
On the real, it’s a wrap
How could you possibly stop the Apocalypse when I’m atomic bombing the populous
Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid popping the Glock at his moms
And his pops then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking the Slaughterish
Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence
Write like a columnist slash novelist
I’m in this game to demolish, establish my dominance
Over prominent rappers you popping shit till you opposite
I can spit ominous so spit politics now I’m Haile Selassie
Gandhi and Pac of this hip hop genre, bitch

[Verse 3: Royce]
Lyrically I’m a cocaine Altoid
Ability to bring (?) it’s a no brain bout boy
Physically I’m literally a cocaine cowboy
Wait wait, did I just go almost four bars without talking about my big dick?
The other day me and your thick bitch had a great day and we ate cake
And then we walked and then she tried to jack me off but she lost
Cause she couldn’t handle my shit, wait I sweared
Irony of Ryan is I am bipolar while I’m rhyming standing beside a big old white bear
Neither one of us fight fair, you are literally looking at Woody and Wesley in a movie
With a white boy ain’t got to jump no where cause I’m here
Nigga I’m on fire yeah and I’m every bitch’s dream
One, two I’m coming for you, I’m a big old nightmare
Nigga this the slaughter stepping up
I’ll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up
After that I’ll slap your ass again and tell you to shut the fuck up shutting up
And that’s how you body a fucking beat

[Voice]

[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]
I should be the one that goes slow
´Nah get a stopwatch, clock my flow
Hit the button on top watch the jaw drop
Oh oh that’s that yo that’s YAOWA
When I drop I go outta space
Blackout like Darth Vader’s face
Placed in a molten shower
Say something and get them proper
Mama poppa pouring out vodka
Mama Mia, Em pass me the seeds
It’s ? Slaughterhouse ? better yet boy go home, better yet boy ?
Better jet boy, Mark Sanchez, Santanio Holmes
I’m not just any old homeboy
Sitting in a lab picking up a pad
I be spitting bad, I’mma get you mad with this gift I have
Lord duck sufferin succotash when the trigger blast I’mma put your beak on your fitted hat
Where the liquor at? Sip of yak
That bitchh and a vicious track ?
Sly Pro tools to boast Joe smooth I coast to the West like we’re tired of living at
New York here’s a piggyback ride to the motherland
Hold on brotherman, on the other hand get down
I’m gutter fam, gun butt you with the Eagle handle Cunningham
I don’t wanna talk, I just wanna beef
I don’t want a piece, I want it all baby boy
I don’t wanna eat, I wanna feast up ? rough piece of shit
You done weak, I’m the one, capiche?

[Verse 5: Joe Budden]
Insane what they call us
Ain’t married to the game but you probably shouldn’t have came to the altar
Every bar like propane for the sawed-off, using ? to forge you
Eminent Mr. Porter, slaughter my cinnamons emminent torture
All of you feminine marauders, that’s women at war
Men will assault you, time is a bastard symbol of ?
Kidnap your trembling daughter, at least a quarter
I’m administering supporters, got an aura more like Sodom and Gomorrah
Normally something’s wrong with me
Claiming a quantity of the porn I see on the pause to me
When I fix the game they’ll think shit came with a warranty
How the fuck are they gonna stop ? born to be
Corner me, shit belong to me, two choices, you can get along with me
Or sit your faggot ass right there in dormancy
Wait, all you missing is heels to be RuPaul
Ain’t nobody that’s real ever knew y’all
Second to none and I’m dealing with Marshall
This time I never come down, deal with the blue balls
You ain’t gotta fear me but you’ll respect me
Niggas who never met me threaten me, want to gillete me
Why don’t you let me come ? I got some machetes
Swinging spaghetti like it’s heavy ? deserve an ESPY
In a Chevy like Andretti, put the Dezzy where his chest be

[Voice]

[Claret Jai]
Is everything not enough?
What more can I give up?
Is there anyone that I can trust?
I give you my all and you still take from me.

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Always been the type of dude that’ll feed my clique
I know that without the fans, I ain’t sh-t
But y’all better read my lips
I don’t spit raps this I’ll, for you to just hack and steal
And leak my sh-t, so peep my drift
I hope y’all don’t think you’re helping me out with that sh-t
That sh-t stressin’ me out
Nickel nine is blowin’ up
Christmas time, you should hang my album on top of your fireplace
Cause around that time, my stocking’s goin’ UP
Feels like a victory, bittersweet, cause the bigger I get?
The bigger the wedge, between the relationship of me and my bigger bro
Hear what I said?
Feels like the sh-t just switched on me
Everything I do for the n-gga, and the n-gga know
I would do anything for him, but the n-gga refuse
To just quit straight sh-ttin’ on me
Keepin’ your distance? Probably best if you don’t wanna f-ck with me
But you know me probably best, f-ck pity
You want that? You know it’s like [?] chest
Tough titty, the problems, you gotta problem, you think I’m already set
So I’m a look down on you? Just be proud of me
You already got my respect
I ain’t gonna say something I regret
So I’m a just STOP, chasing the pain
Let you deal with the fact we don’t get along cause I got a big face in the game
Sometimes I feel like f-ck my life
I f-ck with a few n-ggas that I know that if my chick was a Shady ho?
n-ggas wouldn’t think twice before they f-ck my wife
Guess that’s the difference in friends and associates
I done been broke, I done been through the motions
I don’t pay no attention to birds
I use my scope to tend to the vultures
No one ever blows up [?] talk
I don’t make money just to lone it to y’all
Tell a n-gga that the new album is like is like talking to a hole in the wall
these n-ggas expensive
If I need to loan you money every time I see you just to be your friend?
I don’t need your friendship

[Hook: Claret Jai]
Is everything not enough?
What more can I give up?
Is there anyone that I can trust?
I give you my all and you still take from me.
And I give, and I give
And you take, and you take
And you just walk away without nothing to say
And I give you my all and you just take from me (ay ay) [x2]

[Verse 2: Eminem:]
I live in a bubble, I struggle with the fame
Trouble as the pain grows double, give a f-ck what you say
When my music you take so subtle, just to give it away
To people who don’t even appreciate flows, motherf-cker, I’m living today
Cause I break my back to give you my art, you steal my thoughts
It’s like driving a spike through my heart
You might think it’s not that big of a deal to steal from me
But music is all I got
Aside from my daughters, not trying to sound like a martyr
But it’s getting harder than I thought
To not just go crazy, trapped in this house, I’m about to just snap
And I might not deserve it but I got to, did I not work for it?
Put it all in every record I rip for
When the [?]
But I won’t let it get me down, I won’t succumb like many think
SO f-ck THEM
They’ll appreciate me when I’m gone, they say it was I’ll, right?
The way I kill mics? But the way I feel right now?
It just feels like I’m so done with this sh-t I might as well wipe
I have nothing else to give you, nothing left to contribute
Farewell I bid you, but before I go, my last gift to you
Ladies and gentleman, Slaughterhouse I give you!

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Ayo, This next song...Is a true story
(Come here bitch)

Cuz somethings in this universe dont make sense, but somehow always seem to f**kin work
Riding down 9 75 about to hop on six nintey six
I look over this fuckin chicks tryin to fix her makeup
Im like bitch you aint a plastic seurgen
id advise you to put up your visor
Im gettin kinda ticked, your blockin my side mirrors shes like "yea so",
Im like so your gonna need a stich if you keep actin like that hoe
do I look like your husband slut? thats a retorical question
You talk to me like you talk to him ill fuck you up
Infact get in the backseat, like the rest of my dates no bitch rides shotgun
What taxi stop and pick you some maxi pads up is that what you actualy asked me?
Bitch reaches over and smacks me, says i annoy the fuck outta her
get in the fuck back put on your slut powder you slut what? shut the fuck up
now or get your feeling hurt worst then the last chick
when i accadentially butt towled her and she heard me ?????
turn the radio up louder make you ?????? that relapse cd
tryin to hear that ???? that could why i snap back in that accent
cuz she kept askin me to quit callin a cunt (I said that CUNT!)

Corous:
she said Marshall you aint really like that oooh ooooh ooh
Your puttin on a show did you like that, cuz your breakin my heart
she said your breakin my heart (2x)

Huh, Pull up to the club in a prosche not a pinto
While Marshall is at a white trash party im at drama central
I walk up in there lookin at my phone, on twitter tweetin
I feel a bunch of bitches lookin at a nigger cheasin
I get approached by this little skeezer,
she asked me im the realiest g cuz im gucci from head to feet
I said yea im really is, cuz i spit in your mans face
like cam did that little kid on kill MCs
shes im feelin your big ego, Wait am i talking wrong
I said nah im a walkin kanye beyonce song
she said im mad at you, I said why
she said why you never make songs whith chicks as if its hard to do
I said i make songs for me leave the studio and go and fuck the bitch
who belong who making song for you, she said im feelin your whole swagger and flow
can we hook up i said MMM you just used the word swagger so no
she said

Corous:
aint really like that oooh ooooh ooh
Your puttin on a show did you like that, cuz your breakin my heart
she said your breakin my heart (2x)

We been riding around in this hatch back till im fuckin hunch back
Were the fucks this party at slutbag cunt cut what act?
think its an act fuck that im tryin to shaques cuz
but if i find this love shack or somewhere to fuck at
I dont touch that you fat dyke, Im tryin to hear some bagpipes from bahgdad
dont act like you dont like em, them accents i rap tight
And imma torcher you till we find this place yeah thats right!
thought it was just passed this light passed vandyke
better hit that map light read them directions
oh yea you cant read and you cant write told me that last night
she took my CD out the deck snapped it in half like
Relapse sucked!! I snapped hit the gas light
blew through the light spun out hit a patch of black ice
forgot we had a trailer hitched to the back we jacked knifed
bitch flew out the car i laughed like she deserved it
she didnt think id act like that in person
(Royce look i just crashed right in front of the club)

[Intro]
Yeah, told you we'd be back
Welcome 2 Hell

[Eminem]
There's a switch, I flip, emotions cut off
So cold I done froze my butt off
And this ain't even the tip of the iceberg yet
It's like squirting a squirt gun in the ocean, fuck off
Other words I didn't put a dent in a can compared
To the damage I've yet to do
Long as you still have feelings to hurt
I'll be around as long as you let me get to you
Long as I got two balls to palm
I'll be the bomb, you're just a false alarm
Get scared little pissants
And see if I don't come along and stomp your farm
Thunder and lightning, rain, hail
Sleet with a tornado's the kind of brainstorm I get
So when the wind starts blowing, shit
Talking about going in? Going insane is more like it
Wizard of words when he spits hazardous with it
Like a disastrous blizzard
So you better listen quick fast don't miss it
Yeah, I go 'head little prick bastard, diss it
But when you get hit with a sick ass explicit flow
Don't ask how much of his passion is it that goes
Just know, that all he knows is this
It's better to kick ass than kiss it
Dick dastardly of audacity
Mental capacity, unmatched it has to be stopped
But it can't be, but man I can't just keep
Doing them like that or no one will rap with me
Except one, you asked who is it?

[Royce]
Guess who just came through the blast, you bitches
With the ratchet, the book of Mathew
A book of matches, lightning I'm on the white linen
You about to have to admit it, they pass you the mic
Asked you to spit it, you got handed your own ass
Your ass in your own hands, sure they gon' laugh
When you go to the bathroom with it
Now with what would you come against us
Better be something with a big foot pedigree
Easily these are the reasons
That we need to be in your prayers
Each region breeds some MCs that wanna be
Which means they wanna breath our air
With these ideas, anybody thinkin'
That the game don't need, the Bad and the Evil regime
That's like saying that bad boy piston team didn't need Isaiah

[Eminem]
Sip piss and bleed, this is a different breed of MCs
I swear, better be aware, there's too much at stake
And to find someone this raw on a beat is rare
You can kiss my ass and the shit stains on my underwear that I don't even wear

[Royce]
This gotta be no fair
This like hittin' the lottery, oh yeah
Who you know hotter there gotta be no pair
Shotty that I got a lobotomy, your hair
Classic, smack it, smother it, read it and weep
And perhaps you'll have no rebuttalin'
In fact, you seein' me in this rap
And it's like saying Tila Tequila can sing like Jasmin Sullivan

[Eminem]
Back to badge her skull again
Push a bitch out the Aston until I get the fuck outta Dodge (Don't test me)
Shouldn't have to explain my metaphors
You has-beens are duller than color books that ain’t colored in
Second and third, fourth wind, gotta another win
Here they come again, none other than, Bad and Evil
Also known as Sadam and Osama Bin
It's been a long time
But I bet neither one of us have felt as sick as we do right now
And we only get iller with time
Me and Nickel fucking shit up on the grounds tellin' us to pipe down
It's like talking to a meth head
Bruce Willis on his death bed, last breath with an infection
Fighting it while he's watching internet porn
About to meet his death with an erection
My God, what I mean is
David Carradine jacking his penis in front of his tripod
Choking his own neck, what part you don't get?
I'm saying I die hard

[Royce]
When you listen to my bars, nothin' but the F-I-R, E
Comin' out your iPod, we come up in a place
Chicks heads start spinning like motherfuckin' white walls

[Eminem]
Got your mother suckin' my balls
While we fuck each other, punch each other in the eyeballs
And I never say I'm sorry, the 5'9 and the Fire Marshall
We spit with an intensity to shut shit down in the industry
Two different entities, with a propensity
To put these N-U-T-S in your fucking mouth
Welcome to the CD

[Intro - Royce Da 5'9]
Nickel. Tell em what it is
This is a world - Premiere

[Verse 1 - Royce]
Look, I'm in a zone for rilla
In a freezer with Medusa
I'm fucking a stone-cold killer
You bitch-fobbing, I'm insiding,
I tell Your kids this. Daddy's been doing more
Dick-riding than Carrie Wington
I'm very venomous, you very innocent and
I will send a monster to your house!
Call him Harry Henderson
Oh my God, I was just in jail
Then the devil caught pneumonia, and it made me sick as hell
You niggas counting me out can get the riches still
You're all in the Matrix, should've picked a different pill
You about to see how far that Paul Rosenberg'll go
The height of my game is like a DeMar (De)Rozen verticle
No one understands me, only one sicker than me is Em
I'm into DMC, runs in the family

[Interlude - Haters]
Why that nigga gotta bring Em name up all the time?
Man, You wouldn't even be rich without that nigga!
Shut up faggot!

[Hook - Royce]
I come to embarrass y'all rappers
I should run a marathon backwards so I could
See what 2nd place look like
"Too many sick niggas nickel bring the remedy"
(Make it real clear)

I come to embarrass y'all rappers
I should run a marathon backwards so I could
See what 2nd place look like
"You not ready for the raw deal
It's all real, kiss the ring, be gone"

[Verse 2]
I'm the magnificent
With the sensational style
My wedding with the streets got the cake but no vows
I'm arrogant as fuck; who cares?
You suck! Rappers talking about "We the best"
Have been to Paris too much..
Who hot? who sick, shit, I'm like a Thera-Flu slush
Ya'll aint fly, ya'll fallin' slow with the parachute up, up
I'm a face-slapper, niggas sleeping on an outfit
Call us "Tailor Gang" except we Wake n Bake rappers
Slaughter Yelawolf, responsible for haters' actions
Y'all on Gilligan's Island: find a greater Captain
Haha! victory laugh. Even my photographer's happy

Picture me mad.. I feel well, ya bitch suck my dick
I nutted on the floor and let her stand there
Crying over spilled milk (sob)

[Hook - Royce]
I come to embarrass y'all rappers
I should run a marathon backwards so I could
See what 2nd place look like
"Too many sick niggas nickel bring the remedy"
(Make it real clear)

I come to embarrass y'all rappers
I should run a marathon backwards so I could
See what 2nd place look like
"You not ready for the raw deal
It's all real, kiss the ring, be gone"

[Verse 3]
My swing's like chains on a playground
I bust fly plus I'm about to put some wings on a Greyhound
My theory is you lie and drink beer
I ain't hearing you so you must be from Liberia
I wave by like Hitler
100-round thumper bullet-proof what?
You gonna need an underground bunker
I aim where you should go
I put my whole life on the net, even my weapons
I am Bazooka Joe
We the shit, nigga eat a dick
We'll make em eat his words
We the stones, he the sticks
I'm going yelling "Shady" everywhere
Smacking these bitches with they lipstick
And the baby with the Teddy Bear
To you and your man: ain't gonna be no
"Taladega Night" I come to crush on y'all
And y'all don't know what to do with your hands
Nickle-Preme, killing team
Add a different dealer every day like a fickle fiend

[Hook - Royce]
I come to embarrass y'all rappers
I should run a marathon backwards so I could
See what 2nd place look like
"Too many sick niggas nickel bring the remedy"
(Make it real clear)

I come to embarrass y'all rappers
I should run a marathon backwards so I could
See what 2nd place look like
"You not ready for the raw deal
It's all real, kiss the ring, be gone"

[Royce Da 5'9"]
First verse, uh, I'm on 'til I'm on a island
My life's ridin' on the autobahn on autopilot
Before I touch dirt, I'll kill y'all with kindness
I kill ya, my natural persona's much worse
You've been warned if you've been born or if you conform
Slap up a cop and then snatch 'em outta his uniform
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas's intellect mad slow, y'all fags know, claimin' you bangin'
You flamin', bet you could light your own cigarette with ya asshole
Me and Shady deaded the past, so that basically resurrected my cashflow
I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dyke
Though I ain't wrapped tight, my blood type's the 80's
My 90's was like the Navy, you was like the Brady's, you still fly kites daily

[Eminem]
Catch me in my Mercedes, bumpin' Ice Ice Baby
Screamin' Shady 'til I die, like a half a pair of dice, life's crazy
So I live it to the fullest 'til I'm Swayze
And you only live it once, so I'm thinkin' 'bout this nice, nice lady
Wait, no, stop me now 'fore I get on a roll (Danish) Let me tell you
What this pretty little dame's name is cause she's kinda famous
And I hope that I don't sound too heinous when I say this Nicki Minaj
But I wanna stick my penis in your anus!
You morons think that I'm a genius
Really I belong inside a dang insane asylum cleanin'
Try them trailer parks, crazy, I am back, and I am razor-sharp, baby
And that's back with a capital B with an exclamation mark
Maybe you should listen when I flip the linguistics
Cause I'mma rip this mystical slick shit
You don't wanna become another victim or statistic of this shit, cause after
I spit the bullets, I'mma treat these shell casings like a soccer ball
I'mma kick the ballistics, so get this dick, I'mma live this

[Hook: Sly]
Livin' life in the fast lane
Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down
Only got a gallon in the gas tank
But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now
I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride
Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, my whole goal as a poet's to be relaxed in orbit
At war with a bottle, this Captain Morgan attacks my organs
My slow flow is euphoric, it's like I rap endorphins
I made a pact with the Devil that says "I'll let you take me
You let me take this shovel, dig up the corpes, Jack Kevorkian"
Go back and forfeit, more beef that you can pack a fork in
I'm livin' the life of the infinite enemy down, my tenement too many now
To send my serenity powers, spin 'em around, enterin' in the vicinity

[Eminem]
Now, was called Eminem, but he threw away the candy and ate the rapper
Chewed him up.. and spitted him out, girl giddy-up, now get-get down
He's lookin' around this club and it looks like people are havin' a shit fit now
Here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who's back in t-t-town
Did I s-s-stutter, mothafucka? Fuck the mall, he shuts
A whole mothafuckin' Walmart d-d-down every time he comes a-r-r-round
And he came to the club tonight with 5'9" to hold this bitch down
Like a mothafuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-d-drown
Shorty, when you dance, you got me captivated, just by the way
That you keep lickin' them dick-sucking lips, I'm agitated, aggravated
To the point you don't suck my dick, then you're gonna get decapitated
Other words, you don't fuckin' give me head, then I'm have to take it

[Royce]
And then after takin' that, I'mma catch a case, it's gon' be fascinatin'
It's gon' say "The whole rap game passed away" on top of the affidavit
Graduated from master debater slash massive masturbator
To Michael Jackson' activator, meanin' I'm on fire off the top
Might wanna back up the data, runnin' over hip hop
In a verbal tractor trailer, homie this sick, you can normally ask a hater
Don't it make sense, these shell casings is just like a bag of paper
Drop in the lap of a tax evader, homie they spent

[Eminem]
Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoes, what girl
I'm the crack-a-lator, percolator to this party, be my penis ejaculator later
Tell you boyfriend that you just struck paydirt
You rollin' with a player, you won't be exaggeratin' when you sayin'

[Hook]

Eminem:Yeah, yeah
I don't know what else to say
I can't, I can't think of nothin'
I'm stumped
Here we go (Here we go)

On your feet (On your feet)
Stand up (Stand up)
Everybody hands up (Hands up)
Uh, man, I dunno, man
Every time I go to think of something played out to say
You already said it

Royce Da 5'9:
I ain't calling names 'cause all of y'all the same, plus
I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up
All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up
Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent
Because of my relationship with Marshall
Used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain fuck
We the same 'cause, I'm probably about to fall out with a young buck
While I attempt to fuck the fucking game up
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat
You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby's Maybach
My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me nigga
It's ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get
The more disgusting and fuckin' disfigured it gets
Niggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop
Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast
I, only fuck with mailmen with heroin from Boca
Niggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox
Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin'
While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
I'm back, muthafucker
Notice the flyness on the cover of the XXL
I'm back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers
How y'all realer, (How y'all realer) If I said it, I did it
If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer
Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa
The decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up
Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup
Nigga, the mistake was like my only teacher
Wait 'til they get a load of me 'cause


I've got Gucci's on my feet
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Bitches on my dick
But y'all already said that

Choppers in the trunk
Models in the front
Bottles in the club
But I don't give a fuck
But y'all already said that

Eminem:
'Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
For me to come up with shit and just say (Ayy)
I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's block
Psyche!

Royce Da 5'9:
When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it
Sittin' on the same boat that Noah built
Floatin' on the same water Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site, overkill
Aren't you tired, why are you so loud, quiet
Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid
You dudes is too excited
You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
You will just be another victim
I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted
I roll like the end credits in movies, y'all just got scripted
Got y'all niggas' bitches bobbin' to this one when she witcha
When she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin'
Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper
I'm-a separate with a purpose, havin' problems
Not a problem I've encountered
I have found elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus
At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds
Pun intended, gun extended, what are you mark's askin'
Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it
Since I decided to start Class diss
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' marked absent
I authorize my own all-access
Your bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her pussy need to blocked and reported as spam
Bong! Interscope up in this dope and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes
And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone
I don't know which one is harder
Tryna not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own


I got Gucci's on my feet
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Bitches on my dick
But y'all already said that

Choppers in the trunk
Models in the front
Bottles in the club
But I don't give a fuck
But y'all already said that

Eminem:
'Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
For me to come up with shit and just say (Ayyyyyy)
I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's block
Psyche!

Man, get the bozac
We need to start bringin' that shit back (Mad flava)
Man, fuck it, I'm 'bout to catch some wreck (We in effect, money)
Mad props to Royce for keepin' it real
On the strength, no diggity
I'm 'bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack on

Haters get the gas-face

[Fabolous]
These n-ggas losing their minds
You find that theres no reward
They say they already home
It's really clear they abroad
They sound like they boxed in
It's not just where they record
There's a cost to be the boss they can't clearly afford
Swear to the Lord, theres guns like the audience
You put on a show, my 40 clearly applauds
Sittin' fifth row, I might appear to be bored
Plotting on a Kanye, but screaming where's my award
Ballin out of control, never won an ESPY
Bout to buy a black ghost and call that sh-t SP
Flow outta this World, I'm coming for my Moon man
You n-ggas slide back like that walkin on the moon dance
No glitter glean, handgun with a beam
Have some boys follow you, street fam, twitter team
Like you could f-ck with me
Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam aint the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this kid a teen
You're a spoof of me like if hip hop did a scream
Audi coupe looking good so I went and copped it
Got that TT poppin' like a trending topic
My ride is matte black
My pride is that jack
It might get ya dog shot, even a cat smacked
Anyway though, styles don't apply to me
Jeff Goldblum couldn't be more fly to me
Shorty say right after the suck f-ck proof
You hit it on the head girl, duck duck goose
You shoulda got the message that I chuck up deuce
Break em off and leave it
You seen my f-cked up tooth
It's f-cka bitch, there's more fish in the aquarium
I rarely hear no, like when n-ggas ask you to marry them
There's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from
Funeral fab, I'm just here to bury them

[Joe Budden]
Reporting live from the beacon
Booth tired from the beatin
Had foreplay all day
Prepin' the beatin' the mic for a threesome
With my vocal's bi-coastal, speakin til their eyes totaled
Mr wi-fi, out a franchise go to
Magic, standby local's
Watch the track bust once I show my dick size to the pro-tools
I teach you how to have models screaming get behind me
E-pills and maybach's aint gon matter if your tip is tiny
Nevermind me, we could get knee deep in the beef
Seek me with the heat but you'll need more to keep me on a leash
Here's a cc for the peeps that wanna see me in the streets
Invest in Rockports and be easy on your feet
Give a few hammers, a few semi's and a few snubs to a few crips,
Couple vampire's and true bloods
Gambling in casino's, have a hundred handing me my c-notes
The modern day gambino
I'm careful every step I take
You the n-gga walk up in a shootout with some pepperspray
That'd be the last mistake you ever make
Me I chop his head off from a rooftop
And race it downstairs just to see if I can catch his fade
Like groceries when I'm shooting at fags
Make sure the breads separated and put the fruits in a bag
Withstand the hatred
Dudes is falling off doing all they can to save it
But everybodys run stops ask Brandon Jacobs
What y'all call swag to me is all faggotry
Fours want blatt at me that'd equal more casualties
Abort the strategy
Or get attacked with that Duracell they put in your back
Now thats assault and battery
You can keep the b-tching to yourself
There's beams on every burner
These lasers, a petition wouldn't help!
What good is having shooters if they the type that miss?
Where I'm from, better be careful when you drive that whip
N-ggas put they life at risk for pies that flip
In my town Ben Affleck wouldnt try that sh-t

And if he did he'd get turned around burnt down
Tell 'em new jacks it'll be a while fore they eligible to earn the crown

[Lloyd Banks]
Acid out the baggie
This is more than dope
Flawless flow
F-cking off a sign every horoscope to wore my robes
Strappin up the corner cold, critical
Unquestioned, my opponents know
I shoot like capono, watch me own the show
Chromatose, toasted, getting money while I roam the coast
Stones and boats, mansions, homes, and hopes
I deserve 'em both, overdose
Time to earn my votes, watch me turn the volts
Voltage through a hater, this electric chair, danger
Yeah, I see ya
Now make way fore it turn to diarrhea
Hear a microphone will give you 3 of everything I wear yeah
Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
Style thats outta here, rare, thousands by the chair, square
Sleep with me, you came here, war with me is scary
Get beat silly tryna lamp here, better bring your theory heat
I got a drop damp here, n-ggas try me barely
No one breathes, I need an ants ear, precious necessary
Got my mind on the cheddar kill my haters together
Bury em in abundance and starve there family's stomach's
Paper come in my thumbage, brand new fifties and hundreds
On point, just like the drum is
I'm warning them baby mothers
Got the hunger of a broke rapper
Kill you while I'm rollin up then smoke after
Catch you at your show, snatch ya, empty out the dough faster
Bentley off the scene, magnum Mo splasher, four packer
Southside n-gga spittin coke at ya!

[Royce Da 5'9"]
This is for the fronters and the naysayers
I'm about to scare away the drummers and the bass players
They say I'm out of my league on this one
So when I get done I want you to cut your f-ckin ears off, Twitpic 'em!
Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity
You gon be around here bout long as Justin Bieber's virginity
This is Jesus identity, mixed with weed
Hennessey, kennedy, king
Mixed with a kill or be killed, killer regime
Ill as you seen, switch
Y'all write all that hard sh-t then you fall right off, it's horrible
My oracle is all I offer, so before I borrow
You won't be here tomorrow flow
Sorry, I will probably Adios my body with somebody toast
This sh-t just practice
Sickest rapping Baptist
Kill your pastor, steal your chapstick
After that make you kiss a cactus
Then, take your hoe, make the hoe give the whole clique fellatio
Everyone, that wasn't the whole entourage on HBO
Then after that, I tell her, I can't do much with you, shawty!
I just found out I could fly to Dubai and hire buffy the body!
Dont call us if the bitches ain't flawless
If they are then we can hang like Aretha Franklin bra-less
The drunk me can box like the sober you
The sober me be more nervous than Waka Flocka in the voting booth
We beef like being deep and dumping K's
You beef like Lady Gaga and her stylist
Y'all get together to look good in front of a bunch of gays
My feng shui is a pump in the desert
You'll come up shorter than an Asian jumping out of a trunk in the desert
While my wolfpack looks for strippers and cocaine
N-ggas snitching, it's a shame
We call em male tattlers
Fiends touching they noses more than URL battlers
It's hard to spit saliva when you spit fire
So I'll just pour sugar in your gas tank
Put a banana in your tailpipe
Ah ha, so the car can fit the driver

<i>[Intro: Royce]</i>
{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}
Y'all been frontin
Without a ounce of thuggin
You go against me, you too can count for nothin

<i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i>
I'm the king of the backpackers
This T-bone contact to any wack rapper
It's biometric how I wet ya
My dialect's an entire weapon, it's set to just fire reckless
BLAP! Like {"one-two"} guns swoop
In the same booth the federales tryin to run through
Like, like {"three-four"} we raw
Me and Vishis tradin like a triple beam seesaw
I'm a veteran, the mac-11 the pump
You could name whoever you want
Wayne... Yay... Jay
Hahaha, I'm just playin wit 'em...
I keep the {"four-five"} on my hip
You take me serious then I might trip
About {"seven-eight"} niggaz and die
Feelin some type of way I figure it's pride
I'm the right-on truth
And that's right, I'm even plottin on my own crew
Joey... Crooked... Ortiz
Slaughterhouse!

<i>[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]</i>
{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}
Y'all been frontin (uh-huh)
Without a ounce of thuggin
You go against me, you too can count for nothin
Like {"One, two"} like {"three"} like
Ha ha, you {"two"} can - count for nothin

<i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i>
(Woo!) I'm what choice is to option
Royce to hip-hop is what, Mike Buffer's voice to boxing
(Let's get ready to rumbllllle!) Yes, it's a couple dope dealers
somewhere that got rich livin the shit that I spit (me!)
I don't re-enact nigga, I illuminate
I know every point what I count like a Q&A
It ain't a arm when it's tucked in my box
Since it's Lindsay Lohan, niggaz call me Fire Crotch
I'm seein clear like a MyBot
I drop my coupe, black shoes, black Noob Saibot
I spit fire like Izod, why not
Cause sho' 'nuff I'm glowin like Thai mock
And y'all cryin like babies over the net
I should call you niggaz Lady Gaga
I call, "You and Em need to get together
Y'all need each other Nickel Shady blah blah!"
If I die I'ma leave heat
I'ma leave the sun behind, I'm tryin to repeat
Don't try to ban the drummer
He's an (Animal) and you can be a random number, uh (ohh!)

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i>
(Ahh) I put the gun to lames
Eeny-miny Motown, play the numbers game
Five shots on my block
is like for once I see like my pops is Cyclops
With both eyes I see you got no sides
Bring it to your Chippendale neck with the bowties
... All you stand
Grab a bitch ass like "Aye," call me OJ Da Juiceman
... I get away with murder
That Johnny Rocket in my pocket with my favorite burger
I'm tryin to shake it like a Polaroid
They said I couldn't do it twice, call me Soulja Boy
I said

<i>[Chorus]</i>

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo Royce Da 5'9"
Why you wan' share your food with these niggaz?
We don't share food in the recession
Bite these niggaz like you bite the microphone

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Livin legend inside of a Smith & Wesson slidin out of the barrel
I'm fire, don't try me cause I am HOT!
Police cars with they sirens combined when I'm rhymin
Sayin they got a call that somebody 'round here done fired SHOTS!
Mac-11's in order, the flow is like water
Each quote's a quarter of blow, the chorus is followed by the DOT!
Goons, goblins and creatures and monsters are bouncin
And beat ya and stomp ya and eat ya, don't get swallowed by the BLOCK!
I pay a shrink every week to basically tell me
"Lay here and speak to me" just to say how psychotic I am NOT!
I'm too fly with the viral and physical copies, niggaz sloppy
Look up what you under, I'm what you tryin to TOP!
I'm scared and compared to no man, I'm like the big hand on Big Ben
I get in and I'm hittin my numbers 'round the CLOCK!
I'm 'bout to give it back to my nigga Busta Bust and have a seat
It's convenient I'm already coppin a SQUAT! {*echoes*}

[Interlude: Busta Rhymes]
Nowadays when niggaz walk around
They start to look like hamburgers and frankfurters
Aiyyo Royce Da 5'9"
Feed on these motherfuckers homie, c'mon!

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Take him, gut him and take out his organs and smorgasbord him
The more important he is I'm toe-taggin his BEAT!
Turn him to chicken chowder, dip him in some sniffin powder
Season him with gasoline and THROW his ass in the CREASE!
Mention my name in a record I'ma come get you lyrically
Individually I'ma take it back to the STREETS!
Cannibalistic mentality, rappers hatin, decapitate him
Rap 'bout what I naturally happen to BE!
Flow is superb and you heard us forget it, two verses
Two murders acquitted, personally it's a wrap, CAPICHE?
Fingers snappin and tappin they feet, clappin what happened the street
'Bout to happily bring it back to the D!
Niggaz claimin harder that all of this time
Niggaz believe him until I see him and then slap him and SEE!
I ain't havin it, havoc is average to me
War's normal, only thing I'm havin is havin a FEAST! {*echoes*}

[Interlude: Busta Rhymes]
Royce Da 5'9", you my dawg and I'm yo' dawg
Bein that I already sic'ed you on these motherfuckers
It's yo' turn to sic me on they ass
Let's go!

[Busta Rhymes]
Every time that I marry the rhyme and the beat
I go hairy and grind in the street then I'm fuckin up E'RYBODY
Mobilizin shit like we gorillas and peelin your skin
Like we banana peelers, it's hazardous if you copy
Don't you know that I'm one of the coldest courageous, the boldest contagious
Ain't no one can phase this thing that I do
Well you know since I report the latest that niggaz can't fuck with me
Cause I'm the greatest, my shit is sick like the FLU
You see I'm animalistic, the cataclysmic events
That'll happen whenever I grab the mic and talk
Indeed them bag us specifically that I'm hickory dickory dock
Of this rizzy, the diddy bop in my walk
Now I'm the messenger to set the temperature nigga
Whenever the heat will be needed to hot the block up, I'm sayin
I got the dillinger, Harry Kissinger with the ratchet
The fact is I'm back with the clack and the click, see I ain't playin!

[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
{*laughs*} Why oh why oh WHY!
Royce Da 5'9" please tell me why!
Why the fuck these niggaz gon' let us get together and do this shit to 'em
It's so fuckin unfair!
Shit is so unfair! {*chuckles*}

<i>[Intro: Royce]</i>
Yeah, what's up girl?
This my love song
Maybe you should or maybe you just shouldn't
Cause baby I wanna take you so far awayyyyyyy, ayy
I'm just playin, I don't really wanna take yo' ass nowhere
Let's do the real song, C'MON!

<i>[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]</i>
Maybe you should or maybe you just shouldn't
Cause baby this gun'll take you so far awayyyyyyy, ayy
(He'll walk right up and murder youuuu)
Maybe you should or maybe you shouldn't
Cause me and my goons'll take you so far awayyyyyyyyyy
Ayy

<i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i>
It's definitely a burner
It's on cause that beef be the recipe to murder
Whoever's in my session's an accessory to murder
My words put niggaz to bed, my records be the Serta
Ay, the raw grind is comin up like wall climbers
Big shit poppin, them pricks is small timers
And y'all must've FORGOT
Like Juelz Santana perform at Hip Hop Honors with the Alzheimer's
I hear you woofin, c'mon, come to the dog diner
We all eat dogs, we roar, we bark buyers
You can't walk by us and talk fly or we'll hogtie ya
Nickel done fucked around and caught fire
I carry the torch and split a nigga up, up
Somebody gon' die, die like a scary divorce
Of course my goons is astoundin
Nigga I use the Auto-Tune because I'm clownin!

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i>
Nigga you don't want a problem
I'm photogenic, my image belong on a dollar
Authentic, my tennis shoes should have "I'm killin you" written on the side of
The willingness to go in, like whatever's inside of a diver
Get in his ass like a sodomizer
Fix him by any means like the plot of "MacGyver"
Nickel runnin for shit, you need to vote for him
They unloadin his flow off of the boat for him
Pardon me Miss Sniffle Nose, the coke charm
I spit shit crazy, with the toast arms
My kicks is crazy, like in "Zohan"
I'm the nucleus of this like a proton
Gat supplier - red nose
Carving yo' staff or shire, rap for hire
Niggaz is corny by nature - on top of that
Niggaz arms is shorter than my nigga Vinnie from Naughty By Nature

<i>[Chorus]</i>

[Intro - Royce Da 5'9" - talking]
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
It ain't nothin like (like, like)
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Preme

[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
It ain't nothin like love from the hood (hood)
Ain't no feelin like rollin through knowin you good (good)
'Cause you been keepin it real
When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)

Love from the hood
Ain't no feelin like rollin through knowin you good
'Cause you been keepin it true (true)
When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)

[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
Royce Da 5'9" give ya ill verses
Ryan Montgomery is the real person
No makeup, that's why you couldn't touch me up
I remember bein locked up (locked up)
This nigga walked up, tryin to battle (okay)
I went ahead and let 'em finish then I told 'em "do that again I'm a
Fuck you up" (true story)
Now take a journey through a nigga's psyche
The only snitch in my life is the chick tryin to split up me and wifey
You think you like me, I'm aight with that
I don't even call my nigga Budden "Mouse", it sound too much like a rat
So may your steps be just like your stacks (stacks)
High, afraid of death, havin a life attack
It's I, got the soldiers for the coca price
Your poker face on, I'm a turn your channel to the "Poltergeist" (woo)
My out of town niggaz know the business
When you land, I'll come get you, we gon' get it

[Chorus - Bun B]
It ain't nothin like love from the hood
Ain't no feelin like rollin through and knowin you good
'Cause you been keepin it real
When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)

It ain't nothin like love from the hood
Ain't no feelin like rollin through and knowin you good
'Cause you been keepin it trill
When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)

[Verse 2 - Bun B]
It ain't nothin like walkin your block
One deep on your city streets nigga, no hawk or no glock
No blades in your mouth or box cutters in socks
'Cause real niggaz show love and bad bitches on your jock
Every corner got a homie you know well
Even if somebody see a deal, then they won't tell (shh)
Your man say he got the goods, so you tryin him out
The ice cream truck roll through, you buyin 'em out
The youngsters helpin out the old folks (hold up), with something hard to do
The kids is playin, nobody beefin and it's a barbeque
And every backyard with the old school jams on
Sweet potato pie courtesy of your grandma (already)
Everybody's home, nobody on the yard
We drinkin and smokin the night away with no regard
Nobody arguin and everything's good
Man it ain't nothin like love from the hood, that's understood

[Chorus - Joell Ortiz]
It ain't nothin like love from the hood
Ain't no feelin like comin through knowin you good
'Cause you be keepin it real
When they see you, they salute you (salute you, come on)

It ain't nothin like love from the hood
Ain't no feelin like comin through knowin you good
'Cause you be keepin it G
When they see you, they salute you (salute you, word)

[Verse 3 - Joell Ortiz]
It ain't nothin like, what I do every other night
Pick up the liquor, send the fiends to go get the cups and ice
Sit on that project bench and have some of the funnest nice (come on)
We spend that wrong doin makin money the summer right (yeah)
The smell of somebody barbeque got my stomach hype (mmm)
'Tata salad, rice and some chicken, a little something light (uh huh)
A beast with the cards, they always ask me to shuffle twice
Swear that I be cheatin, I'm just fuckin nice (haha)
Cut that, rug rat, niggaz that robbed, never tried your boy (never)
Only just me, no security that I employ (nope)
I never need to wear iron toy (why?)
I ain't naive, I just hang with some killers and I'm their pride and joy (yeah)
But nah, ain't about that right now (nah)
It's about the jokes, weed smoke and the cat fights, meow (what else?)
It's about them New Year's on the roof, with your gat like bloaw
Outside the booth I'm the truth, give me dap like "yowwa" (haha)