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| 2. |
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| 6:04 |
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| 3:27 |
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| 3:52 |
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| 4:22 |
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| 4:14 |
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| 1:40 |
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| 9. |
| 4:17 |
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| 10. |
| 4:52 |
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| 11. |
| 3:53 | 
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Uhh.. boom...
Tick tick tick.. yeah.. 5'9 uhh Yo.. I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson I unload with sick spit the quick wick could split a split-second Bomb with a lit wick expression You here a tick tick then you testin.. My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits So trust me, I'm as live as it gets Everybody claimin they the best and head the throne Since B.I.G is gone, if you ask me, they +Dead Wrong+ My flow is hotter than the flash from the click When the hammer slaps the bullet on the ass from the clip You wind up in a room full of my dawgs I'll have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs So come, come now, get pissed on, shitted on Tough talk turns to, 'Can't we all just get along' You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on You probably ducked when they laid the gun shot in your song My gun strrr-utters when it speaks to you Utter shit to repeat to you Nothing the clip, then give a speech to you Me and Premier, we kind of the same in ways We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways Rap now is a circus of clowns A whole lot of lip from cliques I'd probably rap circles around I'm the next best to reach a peak formerly known as the best keep secret, I guess that I just leaked it (Boom!) Somebody better duck or (RUN) Somebody better (Watch out cuz he's bout to blow up) 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' (Boom!) Somebody better duck or (RUN) Somebody better (Watch out cuz he's bout to blow up) 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' I'm a motherfuckin star, I don't battle no mo' I provide the the gun clappin around of applause after ya show We can go toe to toe cuz they calling you hot Steppin around all ya punches like, 'That's all you got?' Everyday I'm meetin somebody and all of they peeps Quick to shake a nigga's hand and show me all of they teeth And these bitches I be pattin they asses They be all dumb and googly-eyed lookin at me, battin they lashes Rappers think Detroit niggaz not as down as them Or since I'm down with Slim that I sound like him Quick to judge me and tell me that my hook might sell And say faggot shit to me like I look like L My advice quit talking it's over I was knockin niggaz out when you was knockin sticks offa they shoulders I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat I got regrets older than some of you so called vets Niggaz say I found God with the flow Bring the police to the studio and bring the bomb squad to the show Ain't a nigga touching mines When you listen to my shit - you don't chew, you don't breathe, you'll miss a fucking line Every time I spit, I tick to show you it's hot Leave me in the deck too long I blow up your box Boom! 'God..God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce.. 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, G...God-damn!' '...Royce 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce.. 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, G...God-damn!' '...Royce 5'9' |
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| 4:14 |
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| 13. |
| 3:42 |
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| 14. |
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| 15. |
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