| Lyrics: | [Royce Da 5'9"]
Hahaha, yeah yeah, haha
No offense to my two niggaz
Y'all know who y'all
are, it's personal
Motherfucker, you hear me?
I know I ain't get back to you
You dissed
me a while ago, I just caught it
I couldn't understand what yo' fat-ass was sayin!
It's all
good though (I will shit on you)
I'm home, it's time for us to talk to each other
Nigga..
(fuck, you)
Yo yo, I heard you on DJ Butter, you ain't slick
Somewhere in between a
st-st-stutter and punch diss
I was like, "Huh, what the fuck is this?
Why the fuck this lame
nigga tryna fuck with this"
You was talkin real reckless, you dissed the king
Get your eyes
off my necklace, kiss the ring
Crawl 'fore you walk, don't get caught without your
gat
Somebody shoulda taught you how to talk before you rap
I know about how you gotta get
walked though your verse
Niggaz tryna teach you how you talk all through your verse
The
streets, magazines still knockin your verse
On your verse, niggaz just look at they watch in
reverse
I'm about realism as far as a fat nigga
that raps and rapes kids, I don't see the
vision
You, you do front, me you admire
You told the truth once like, "I'm a compulsive
liar!"
Insecure niggaz take offense to the line
All in my my shit when I'm mentionin
mines
Yo it's on, better tell Von stick to the rhymes
You better run and get Swift when I
get to the nine
It should be, Wall Street y'all and Slum V
But no, nope, you runnin rhyme
like Young Zee
Heh, you was a clown in school
Only nigga on stage in a costume, now the
world is clownin YOU
Share it for the rap arrestin the big fat bear
that got him jumpin the
character to rap
Uhh, nigga GIMME this mic, you ain't |
