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*ticking* [Royce Da 5'9] 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 [Hook - 2X] (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! *explosion* "God..God-damn!" "..Royce 5'9" [Hook - 2x] "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" *ticking* .. *explosion* .. *more ticking* |
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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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from Royce Da 5`9" - Rock City (2002)
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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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<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> |
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[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*} |
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<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> |
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[Intro: Melanie Rutherford]
Check the scene, pappas Slaughterhouse, still standin There was a murder last night And the shit didn't really sit right with me So I had to tell a story Ohhhhhhhhh baby! Blood on the walls, street life [Joe Budden] America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years Hip-Hop's only shining star in the night's air Right here, don't fight fair, what I write yeah Might there, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair I been where you tryin to be, I'm already hot All about cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rock They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock Kicks from Fight Club, outfit from Eddie Brock I'm goin for the kill, focused on a steady plot John Wilkes the Booth like when he dead aimed his nezzie shot You listenin to hip-hop's finest You rewind this, Slaughterhouse behind this [Joell Ortiz] I like rap, this shit is cool, I'm better than mad niggaz But I'm just as good a crack pitcher as a pad ripper I say that to say this Don't let mad liquor turn me to a bodybag zipper and not a ad-libber Couple joints ago I was right on that ave wit'cha Mad bigger than the cats David Tyree had last winter I'm not a made-up character That's a Puerto Rican Brooklynite with two kids y'all see in them mag pictures And however I gotta feed 'em I will All they ever gon' need in life is just, me and my will Interfere with that it's gon' be more than a beat that I kill Disrespect with an indirect and you will see if I'm real [Crooked I] Fuck you blood-suckin parasites I'm bringin the terror right in front of your parents' sight You parents' eyes, and yeah I wear a pair of pipes I wear 'em like Sega like on a pair of thighs I'm Eric Wright, I'm +Ruthless+, I terrorize You'll either perish or be paralyzed; I'm a thousand degrees Fahrenheit I'm even keepin them heaters when we perform On stage rockin like we from Korn, the people roar What they don't know it's a secret war Inside of a rider I'm seekin revenge on the world for bein born! And the desert eagle is "mi amor" She'll fuck you to death, blow your brains, either or cause she a whore [Royce Da 5'9"] Allow me to reassure your stripe's worthless Like a pair of Diadora's when it leaves the Adidas store Don't be comparin us to rappers Compare us to the Arabs, this a terrorist attack, uh - BOOM! Lord have mercy, we here to destroy EVERY-thing You niggaz is butter in front a FUCKIN machete swing Motherfucker I'm fly, I ain't no scary goon Try me and I guarantee you I'ma see you very soon Leave a nigga ass out like Prince, take his bitch Put my +Graffiti Bridge+ right +Under Her Cherry Moon+ (woo!) We notorious, pushin them Porsches Y'all niggaz the orphans; US, we the warriors [Interlude: Melanie Rutherford] Ohhhhh, wait a minute papis Royce, slow down baby [Joe Budden] This rap shit is a workout on my legs (why?) A nigga goin hard on his bike but two million dudes is jumpin on the pegs They know when that raw shit get recorded Either let your speakers enforce it or lay down in a moshpit Of course it's the bosses, actin like officers Runnin in these corporate offices Hungry lookin for a four-course dish no matter what the cost is Like the world's lawless so we don't know what remorse is Cause the V need like a thousand horses Slaughterhouse hoodie on, that's my new couture shit It's Jumpoff! He be the best Computers rank me number 1, blame the BCS It's they fault nigga [Joell Ortiz] Ask about your boy, I'm nice with my hands Maybe that's why, every last thing I write is a jam Minus the fans, the flights to Japan, I am the man Anyone who feel they could see me is in dire need of a eye exam My mind expands wider than the fanbase of a fire band And what I release from my diaphragm Sticks to you, like the wrists of Spiderman Fool a average listeners what you liars can do but you will die a scam When I die they will retire my entire hand For years of scripted whoop-ass, makin intruders try a can I guess the moral of the story is Joell's victorious And e'rything's all gravy like Notorious [Crooked I] I left a nigga dead cause he said he was ready for I Let the Beretta give him wings since he said he was fly I'm in my Chevy ridin to "Bar Exam" and "Mood Muzik" They the closest to "Reasonable Doubt" and "Ready to Die" Crooked I, watch for snitches and wire devices My fo'-fifth, fire in crisis, lift you higher than prices All my ice, and on the mic, I am the nicest Me and my bitch ride for life like Osirus and Isis Yeah, word to Run-D.M.C. 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from Royce Da 5'9" - Street Hop (Deluxe) (2010)
<i>[Intro: sample of Beastie Boys' "The New Style"]</i>
And on the cool check-in Center stage on the mic And we're puttin it on wax It's the new style! <i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i> New money, quite powerful mic module Green ducats, black models, white bottles Packed house, you lookin at the wrong nigga Long digits, we can bet the farm who farm bigger Once I go in my zone, I could leave my jewelry at home I glow on my own, you can go in my phone You gon' see some numbers of bitches that's so into me A couple you might've fucked before, mentally I don't snitch, furthermore I tour {?} It's death before dishonor before misery Let us know it - we don't make it rain no more We pull out them dollars and let her throw it We gettin new money, let us blow it <i>[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" (Iyana Dean)]</i> {"New! New!"} <i>[Royce]</i> I'm soundin like new money to me, {"New"} money to me <i>[Royce]</i> {"New"} money to me, {"New"} money to me <i>[Iyana]</i> You shinin like new money to me, {"New"} money to me <i>[Iyana]</i> {"New"} money to me, {"New"} money to me <i>[Royce]</i> Whoa! <i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i> No iller, flow realer, go-rilla I'm no killa, dope dealer, I'm so Dilla <i>[Interlude: Iyana Dean]</i> United we stand, divided we fall, let's pray Any, legend, you know, we gon' miss you Missing your life, turn up the lights Lighters hiiiiiiiiiigh! <i>[Royce - during Interlude]</i> Lighters, cell phones, whatever you got Put it up in the sky for the legendary J Dilla y'all Lights high! <i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i> Uhh, you hoes can bring it, old school chosen English Frozen bling and throw-in singles Y'all niggaz, pray that your babies come out havin good hair I pray mines have all they toes and fingers We are different, point blank, distant It's just meant you rappin 'bout what I just spent As far as hip-hop's concerned you all the same A bunch of mohawks, skinny jeans and wallet chains A bunch of dancin beefin street blogger lames So don't get mad at the king if I should call your name The new cartel - the doc pop the tag off my ass when I was born, my momma pussy had the new car smell <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i> With no booth, the flow through, I'm so truth I'm sittin in pudding right now, I'm so +Proof+ <i>[Interlude]</i> <i>[Royce - during Interlude]</i> One more time, hands in the AIR! For the legendary, Proof! Detroit baby, lights high! <i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i> Uhh, Lord willin, 2Pac with more feelin Your boy's a giant, I step the floor ceilin's More drinkin, more spillin, poor thinkin You keep it one hundred, I keep it more Franklins I keep it one thousand I keep, buyin and buyin, while you lookin around until you done browsin Ha, I put my money where my mouth is (yes!) Gentlemen's bet, no gentleman 'bout this Non-regional dialect and outfit I'm on my West, Midwest, East, South shit I'm all about chips, with my swallow mouth bitch Signin out, P.S. (Slaughterhouse) BITCH!! <i>[Chorus]</i> {"New! New! New!"} <i>[Interlude]</i> <i>[Iyana]</i> Icewood |
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from Royce Da 5'9" - Street Hop (Deluxe) (2010)
<i>[Intro: Royce]</i>
Bein enlightened, is no longer enough You must apply Bein willin is no longer acceptable You must do, make it count <i>[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]</i> Na-na-now, now I, I, I gotta shake this Na-na-now, na-na-now, now I gotta, I gotta I gotta shake this jail shit off me He ain't gon' never sell, he gon' fail shit off me I, I, I gotta shake this weak shit off me Keep shit off me, leave it in the streets like bitch GET OFF ME! <i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i> 1977, July 5th Conceived immaculately was me, my mom's gift Unwrapped right there in the room like Christmas My mind has been designed to do light distance Run whole laps around y'all with my thoughts You ain't hold back on yours, naw that's my fault Now picture me fallin, all the way to the bottom and I'm layin and callin, somebody come help me find my strength to stop drinkin this poison 'fore I drown my gift, and yeah it's probably unhealthy Cause I went so hard and woke up sober I lost my good friend and broke up soldiers Loco, goin hard as a locomotive Self-loathin like I ain't chosen Chose to bless souls, get exposed Just know that I ain't foldin, huh I gotta shake this <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i> September 18th, 2-oh-oh-6 I roll up in the court thinkin "This should go quick" On some couple thousand dollar suit type shit From behind thousand dollar Cartier scripts I witness my world tumble down like bricks Two words she slurred, and it sounded like this (this) One year (one year) travel through the room like moonlight through the darkness, ooh it's heartless How could, I beat two felonies then turn around and lose like (lose like) like this! My lawyer sayin stay calm, people sayin pray for him They lockin my black ass up, like Akon My wife at the crib goin crazy Pregnant, yellin "I ain't havin no more babies!" People sayin Preem ain't fuckin with me no mo' Niggaz in the pen' lookin homo, NO! I gotta shake this <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i> (Yes!) Fresh outta jail feelin like Christopher Walken The king of my city, swingin my dick as I'm walkin Up to the 7-50, I open the door My cuz and like several bitches make up the decor I look in, he got a company porns I tell him "Nah I'm good, I woulda chubbed her before" I'm a new man but I could fuck with a whore Nigga my dick's so hard it's probably touchin the floor Ridin round in the back of a black luxury toy Gettin sucked, like niggaz cannot FUCK with me boy! When I look in the mirror, all I see is the real You niggaz shouldn't be here, R.I.P. if you will I'm the moment of truth (truth) I'm the only significant thing roamin the scene soon as I go in the booth I'ma do it this time, I'm feelin really defined Unsigned to signed, nigga the city is mines <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Outro: Royce]</i> Bitch get off me! Yeah, get off me! Bitch get off me! Now do that make me a liar? GET OFF ME! GET OFF ME! GET OFF ME! |
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from Royce Da 5'9" - Street Hop (Deluxe) (2010)
<i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i>
{C'mon!} I smoke good like a Rasta mon All around me I'm on point like a octogon I'm the optimum I'ma be eatin until my belly stick out as far as the Octo-mom's I'm an abomination I'm an anomaly in conversation, I'm honorin confrontation With a dime doin dominatrix on her Disrespect me I'll wet you like condensation Water (water) I'm a mixture between Chris Brown and Chris Jericho, where's your daughter? ... I'm more than y'all can handle At the Grammy's I'll send an Indian girl to the podium to say "No thank you" like, Marlon Brando The Oscars, "The Godfather" Our father, you should praise me I got some syphilis nunchucks wearin a AIDS key That mean I'm sick when I kick SHIT! Come to my concert get some SARS on the tip of your TIC-KET! Hehe... I'm super cold I don't spit, I shit, on your whole team These niggaz think I'm from Cleveland It's somethin the way I be, droppin the Browns off at the Superbowl Game time, nigga let's hit the sto' And if I gave a FUCK, this is where the hook would go This is Street Hop, no rules The rest of y'all niggaz watered down like old dudes I'm willin to do what you won't do, I'm old school I'm a mac, I punch rappers cause I'm (Pro-Tools) I hit your Pause button, I cease frontin You don't start nothin, it still might be somethin You don't want nothin, you might have somethin If I go over your head it's cause your ass duckin FUCK the underground I rhyme for them fly motherfuckers that's up, that ain't tryin to dumb it down FUCK radio, FUCK video I live by the Bust' (Scenario), what the dealio? You could stop listenin, right now I'm pussy eatin with bitches, I put the dyke down Cause I'm a diamond, I'm llama rhymin, you Ramadan-in Simon says that in my prime I'm here Everywhere I go it's a crime there While you on-lookin at me in the lawn chair Cocaine (cocaine) propane (propane) I'm a livin degenerate of the dope game Relate to it - though you thought you probably couldn't put a face to the opposite of how the FAKE do it I'm hip-hop's savior, the old faithful Sick shit, stop you off that liquid like brake fluid This is Street Hop (Street Hop) |
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from Royce Da 5'9" - Street Hop (Deluxe) (2010)
<i>[Chorus: Sample]</i>
Looking out my window from my mind's blown hotel room I remember that cold, cold rainy night Looking out my window <i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i> Feeling all alone on the run I'm still holding onto my gun Body on it from the previous evening I found out I'm wanted Nigga's snitching is what the media screaming I turn the channel on the TV, the first 48 on Man, it ain't a loyal nigga on this TV nowhere I cut the power off, disgusted I'm contemplating taking a shower to take all the gunpowder off But what if they bust in, busting The nigga at the front desk act like he don't recognize me but shit There's a reward for me, that nigga there hustling I can't trust him I got to keep my eye on that window Thinking about my kin folk, wife and babies I can't talk to them, life is crazy Whoever thought it would come to this over rap nonsense Rap from the comfort of being attacked by my conscience <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i> I think I'm a write a letter to my children In case I don't make it I'm up against time but I won't face it I'm thinking about my life what it is now And how one slug can change what it once was I'm accepting the fact that I did that I just want my wife back, I just want my kids back I just want my niggas that don't snitch back Cuz real niggas know real niggas ain't with that But what's the use of me being real, I'm fucked now I'm seeing sirens out the window thinking what now Damn, am I to do? Cuz now that shit hit the fan I suddenly ran out of crew But fuck it, I'm in the shit, I'm a end the shit No way for me to benefit though I'm innocent I hear a knock on the door like let's finish this <i>[Police storm room]</i> <i>[Royce Da 5'9" talking]</i> This life is about honor, respect but more importantly this life is about choices You make them and whether they turn out to be good ones or bad ones you live with them. You die with them Let's go back to how it all started |
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from Royce Da 5'9" - Street Hop (Deluxe) (2010)
<i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i>
I got a phone call Six in the morning, anonymous, that said "Yeah nigga, we got him" and then they hung up Then I looked down at my iPhone At the private number saying "Who the fuck is this" to the dial tone I said fuck it, the next second my phone buzzes My nigga's wife said niggas just ran up on cousin What niggas? She said it was some rappers from Ohio That been out here north of Atlanta bone thugging Ran up on him and did what then? She said they stomped him at the club then pandemonium erupted <i>[Woman singing]</i> Murder <i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i> Going through my mind, is she telling me shots was fired Them Ohio niggas is rock supplying Heated, stop answering, start spending them niggas calls Every time he went to see him he went in them rented cars So it was even harder to find him so they figured They'd go to the D tomorrow and surprise him Did they kill him? "Nah, they only shot a couple times Heard they was hitting walls." The nerve of these niggas' balls Who was he with? "He was with Tre" He in the hospital too? "Nah." Needless to say, call you back I called up Tre, Tre answered, I said Hey man, keep it real fam, why the fuck you still standing? He said, "Nickel I'm a killer, not a fighter So I got up out the way because my weight's a lot lighter Them niggas was big so I slid but I promise on my kids We can get them, I know where them niggas is" Where them niggas at then? I heard what their crew do Real niggas, if y'all was in my shoes what would you do? <i>[Woman singing]</i> You going murder <i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i> Jumped up, pumped up, feeling like Manson Malvo Groucho My bitch staring out me, I'm out though I ain't visting cuz in the hospital Till I got at least one of them nigga's chain in my hand like Alpo Car headed to where Tre at Eject the BI to put in T.I., skip to (ASAP) He off of the freeway in the projects I hit the exit without blinking to thinking in the process Tre come running out with a fully on some hot shit I'm like weapons ain't a thing, killing is the object What was you doing when they was kicking all on my fam? He said, "Nickel, we about to get them niggas, goddamn Why you got to be so obnoxious?" What? Just tell me where them niggas at before I take your ass hostage He said "Alright. Around six around five Of them niggas was riding around here in a maroon Crown Vic" I said alright, pulled out of the lot and made right You in the car that fit the description, say goodnight You got to pay the price Tre said, "There they go in the alley Sitting in the car they probably blazing right And they can't see us cause we behind them" This ain't the time "But what if this our only opportunity to find them" I said you right, pulled into the alley and seen two people in front of them niggas' car taking out garbage I said wait till these people finish, they innocent Soon as they go back in their cribs we going to finish it No sooner than a second after Tre jumps out of the passenger side blasting Past them niggas we here to kill, hitting them innocent bystanders Tearing their trash up Our enemies jumped out of their car waving badges They all shooting at me, nobody blazing at him This ain't adding up Car in reverse, now I'm mashing, leaving Tre behind Even though it's some questions that I got to ask him <i>[Woman singing]</i> Murder <i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i> Burning rubber away from there in a bullet riddled car Trying to piece this shit together, hitting the boulevard If them niggas is the police, what the fuck is Tre? He ain't dead or in jail by now then he the other way Snitch or pig, I got to talk to my cousin That nigga setting me up then I'm a lift his lid That nigga know how hostile my reactions I call and try to find out what hospital he at then Every nigga pickup just laugh when I ask Have you heard about cuz getting smashed maybe I'm the ass then Head hurting like a motherfucker, looking for a gas station Now a nigga need a fucking aspirin I hear a familiar ringtone from my phone It's my bitch texting me telling me don't come home I'm thinking damn should I text back, why me My phone starts ringing it's Tre on the ID He said, "Them niggas tried to get me but I slid" He want to tell me in person, meet me at my crib I said nigga please I threw the phone out the window rolled over it crushed it into a million pieces I hit the blinker quick then hit the highway If I'm a be a target y'all know I'm a do it my way After I rolled for a few hours I'd say I was tired after I got out of the tri state Can't help but feel like another lame exposed Pulling up to an old telly in the rain and cold |
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from Royce Da 5'9" - Street Hop (Deluxe) (2010)
<i>[Intro: Royce - whispering]</i>
You took a part of me with you You took a part of me with you Uhh, you took a part of me with you Ahh, ahh <i>[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]</i> Last night we had a one night stand But when I woke up in the mornin I missed you You see, all I'm sayin is can I see you again? Cause when you left you took a part of me with you A part of me with you <i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i> It's like it's a, urban legend, his mistake Her confession; how 'bout it for a first impression How 'bout it, with the Birkin lookin perfectly measured Lookin certain as ever like she got her purpose together or whatever Him, he was like a typical thug Hat and glasses, he had to bag the baddest bitch at the club He had a, way with his words, a certain - how should I put it? "Je ne sais quoi" is how the French bitches would mention him Never known for lovin them all, havin them drivin his cars Havin them in the mall on his budget ballin Him tryin to call her is the part of the issue He said that when she left she took a part of him with her He ain't a stranger to the one night stand If you lovin them you's a sucker - that's the one night sayin But why give him the wrong number and fuck him later on girls? That's all I'm sayin; let me tell you how they meant He approached her with the usual swagger "How you doin?" Blahzay-blee-blah-blah-blah, the usual blabber Now that the, ice is broken it's time to get linked He asked her if he could buy her a drink - she nodded to him and said "I don't really drink but thank you for the offer (aight) Let me buy you one and we can finish talkin (let's do that then) How 'bout some Patron, and have him fill the cup up (Aiyyo bartender, can you fill that up?) And when you finish up we can get into somethin" (where we goin?) He like it's, easy as pie, you see it in his eyes He tryin to turn her out tonight and leave her where she lies Tell his friend he hung her out to dry Another bitch taps him on the shoulder and he turns around surprised She said, "How you doin? I think I know you from somewhere (I don't think so) Yes I do, don't you drive that Mercedes out there? (yeah that's me) You was drivin by me one day I was walkin (word?) You pulled over to me and we started talkin" (oh okay) While they talkin Shorty 1 grabbed somethin out her Birkin Tossed it in his drink and watched it sink to the surface Shorty number 2 kept talkin like she was tryin to stall him Long enough for that thing to dissolve in 1 gives a signal, 2 says "Who's this?" He's like, "Sorry I'm rude" then introduces 1 to 2 - they start hittin it off just like he wants them to, it's wonderful He thinkin, she's a skeezer, she's just easy They both probably bi, so they should lead to a threesome They both probably high cause neither one of 'em drinkin They both keep gigglin so you know what he thinkin He swallows his Patron shot, sets the cup on top the bar, like we gon' fuckin party, don't stop 1 cues 2 then, says "Where yo' ride at?" He says "Hey, I let valet decide that" They laughed, they leave, he says "Mami drive that I'm tired or I'm high, I just wanna lie back" They get to the hotel, they get on the elevator He ain't feelin so well like "Fuck it, I'll get better later" They get in the room and start takin off they clothes Dude steppin out his shoes while he checkin out the hoes He's sick so he sits, 1 says "Lay down" 2 says, "I'll take off his clothes, okay now?" He loses consciousness, he dreams of number 2 ridin him Slidin up and down with no condom Number 1 suckin on his dick usin both hands Both hoes dressed like nurses, I guess they role playin He comes to as the rooms circle and comes to a stop He not certain or not is he still dreamin (where the fuck am I?) He feels numb so he looks down and sees that he's layin in a tub, full of ice from his knees to his waist, in a bathroom with grief on his face He feelin like he too weak to move so he waits He feel around and notices a piece of paper stickin to the tub from his bitches and it's written in his blood (WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?) He panics, he screams, oh God, what's happenin? More readin, less prayin, no time for rationin The letter reads "Never ask for shit Cause you can get more than you ask for, we have yo' DICK!" (AHHHHH!) The letter reads "Never ask for shit Cause you can get more than you ask for, we have yo' dick!" (Bitches! <i>[sobbing]</i>) You took a part of me with you (my DICK!) <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Royce Da 5'9" - Street Hop (Deluxe) (2010)
[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) |
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from DJ Cut Killer - Cut Killer Show 2 (2001)
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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from Joe Budden - Mood Muzik 4 (2010)
[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 |
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from Royce Da 5'9" - Writer`s Block (Feat. Eminem) [single] (2011)
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 |
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from Bad Meets Evil - Fast Lane [single] (2011)
[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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from Bad Meets Evil - Hell : The Sequel (2011)
[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 |
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from Bad Meets Evil - Hell : The Sequel (2011)
[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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from Bad Meets Evil - Hell : The Sequel (2011)
to moonn6pence from papayeverte
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) |
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from Bad Meets Evil - Hell : The Sequel (2011)
[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 |
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from Bad Meets Evil - Hell : The Sequel (2011)
"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!!! |
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from Bad Meets Evil - Hell : The Sequel (2011)
to moonn6pence from papayeverte
[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 to moonn6pence from papayeverte 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 to moonn6pence from papayeverte |
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from Bad Meets Evil - Hell : The Sequel (2011)
[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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from Bad Meets Evil - Hell : The Sequel (2011)
[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] |
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from Bad Meets Evil - Hell : The Sequel (2011)
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] |
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from Bad Meets Evil - Hell : The Sequel (2011)
[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 |
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from Royce Da 5'9" - Second Place (Produced By DJ Premier) [single] (2011)
[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" |
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from Royce Da 5'9" - Writer`s Block (DJ Premier Remix) (feat. Eminem) [single] (2011)
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 |
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from Royce Da 5'9" - Writer`s Block (DJ Premier Remix) (feat. Eminem) [single] (2011)
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 |
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from Bad Meets Evil - Lighters [single] (2011)
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 |
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from Real Steel (리얼 스틸) [ost] (2011)
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 |
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