| Lyrics: | [Royce Da 5'9"]
Uhh, yeah
Royce 5-9, my nigga Bow Tie
My nigga Cee, Six
July
Gangsta, what, gangsta, what, uhh
Gangsta, niggaz is gangsta
Yo, I'm out here
all day
From when you hear the sounds of the car skiddin
Then start dickin, gangsta from
start to the finish
Whassup - never socialable, nigga we too disposable
If I get close to
you it's probably to dispose of you quicker
Go 'head, try somethin - live or die by these
numbers
I'd rather live paralyzed than to die runnin, you feel it
Stay out his path, he's
chaotic and mad
Pull a K out and blast, and treat every day like his last
I'm just a street
nigga rhymin some words
Dabble in the finest of furs, cowboy minus the spurs and
saddle
Prefer for battle; most deserved
in highest level in cowboy status is not from herdin
cattle
One strange guy, I'm nuttin like you mayn
Guns all look the same to the un-trained
eye
Easy to find, tell me how a gorilla can hide
The realest nigga breathin, ain't no nigga
realer alive
[Chorus 2X: Royce]
Y'all niggaz in trouble (in trouble)
Y'all niggaz
in trouble (in trouble).
Y'all niggaz in trouble (in trouble)
Y'all niggaz in trouble, you
don't want this
[Bow Tie]
It's the black Elmer Fudd, fuck a mansion and a yacht
I
got a project buildin, weed runnin on the block (c'mon)
A sweet tooth for chronic, shit got me
speakin in ebonics
Killer cracker, respect me for my talent
Sniff 'em out like a
bloodhound
Like they bag mills out in Vegas on the Greyhound
I never plead guilty, come to
court filthy
Lawyer drunk off Henny, parole violators with me
And still I walk cause it's
real
Take they ass to trial then they lose a quarter mil', now thatc12 |
