| Lyrics: | It's Royce 5'9!!
[Royce talking]
Yeah, you scared ain't you? Haha
Relax.. it's just
music
(It's Royce 5'9!!)
D-Elite, Jah 5'9, Royce 5'9
Cha Cha, Cut Throat, Billy
Nix
My nigga Tre' Little, my nigga E
The Rock City niggaz, we in a world of our
own
Don't you wanna come ride wit us?
Come ride wit us
Yeah, ride wit us down in Seven
Mile
Niggaz with Rock City tattoos on they forearms
Niggaz throwin they sevens up
wit..
Detroit D tattooed on they hand
That's how we do.. niggaz'll die for this
shit
Time to play.. check it out
Aiyyo, sit back, smoke, the joke is over, you
woke
This is pure provoked "Murder", it's over "She Wrote"
I don't know how niggaz manage to
sleep
Wake up! The clock radio done panicked the streets
Say somethin! I been waitin now
hand me these beats
I'm simply a branch of the Slim Shady family tree
That'll snap - D12
first in line of the wrath, I came last
Bout to put my size nine and a half, in the game's
ass
Once I hit the booth I swooped on niggaz like "Whoosh"
Two-bit niggaz, coupes, and
figures we rule
I been viscious, dissless and from one track to the next
I was gangsta when
rap was nothin but the hats with the X
I sat and watched album for album, niggaz flop
Niggaz
went from pro-black to Italian, I was hot
I worked my fuckin ass off, hopin to blast off
Now
I'ma let y'all see me, like when Ghost took his mask off
Give you more run for ya ones, packin a
full clip
Rapper niggaz come witcha guns, don't bullshit
I'ma only give you wild shit, rap
with a mild pitch
Only clever with that occasional style switch
Y'all niggaz play around on
the mic, that's why I'm bout to lay it down-a |
