Royce Da 5'9"

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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

Haters get the gas-face

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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

Haters get the gas-face

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Intro: 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. I'm +Tougher Than Leather-face+
Never threw a gun in the trash but they call me Weapon Waist
It's like you movin from the projects to the Hamptons
The way my hammers be sendin bastards to a better place

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Let me set it straight, they fans been led astray
Niggaz keep gassin with guns with unleaded spray
They don't know they one flow, one medic away
From bein taken away from here in the leaded state
I handle all of my serious issues with metal
I stick you so deep in the earth your zipper can tickle the devil
I'm skippin the pick and the shovel
I'm pickin you up and I'm shovin your head in the mud until your kickings is level
Pardon I live for the moment, you rhymin I give the atonement
Like the Indians, I scalp and I wig the opponent (yeah)
But I'm a chief, matter fact I'm a BEAST
I'm a motherfuckin Slaughterhouse G
BOOM!

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)

■2012년!! 시작..
때끼발가락







Nothing On You

Tia London







Last Fantasy

아이유







어쩌면 좋아

가비엔제이






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[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!

<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)

<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!

[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"

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

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

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

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

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

<i>[Intro: Royce - 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>

<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