Royce Da 5'9"

"187 (Saigon Response)"

"187 (Saigon Response)"


[Intro - Saigon interview on Ms. Drama TV]
[Ms. Drama]
So did you give OJ th-the lyrics to say in that particular song?
[Saigon]
For his song? No, he wrote his own lyrics. But...I'm not...
[Ms. Drama]
Did he give you lyrics to say?
[Saigon]
No, but at the same time it's like, and we just havin' fun with it
I'm not gonna, go, try to be super scientifical, lyrical, mira-
I'm not Slaught-I'm not a part of Slaughterhouse
[Ms. Drama]
So do you co-sign Slaughterhouse too?
[Saigon]
Oh, well, most of 'em. (haha)
Strictly I even co-sign Joe Budden like (okay)...
He's just a faggot. He's a fuckin' faggot
But...he can rap, knowhatI'msayin'? The rest of like...
Joell's my NIGGA. He not gonna just start something (So how...)
He's not gonna just say, "Damn, I need attention.
So let me just pick on somebody for attention."
[Ms. Drama]
And they're very close though.
[Saigon]
They are close.
[Ms. Drama]
But ho-how do you think they all get each other's back?
[Saigon]
I don't know. I don't know how they close
I-I couldn't be close with a nigga like that (That's all...)
Yeah, I'm a fan of Joell (Okay)
I'm a fan of Crooked I and I'm a great fan of Royce
And you know...I think they can rap
But I just don't think these motherfuckers can make records youknowwhatI'msayin'?
I don't think there's one song on there that we gonna be singin' two years from now
[Sample - Man talking]
From the say you're born...till the day you die
If you're one of the poor one's you just gotta work hard
[Verse 1]
My shit is laid out
Fuck that beef shit, that shit is played out
Why is it harder for, peace over violence?
Niggas don't know The Art Of War, we roll in silence
It always got to be that one nigga that's the loudest
That ain't gon' do no poppin' when it's time to be about it
RAAAA RAAAA RAAAAAA RAAAAA
Fuck outta here with that shit
You puttin' way too much passion into that wack shit
Put your dukes down nigga, we come in peace
With them AK-47's, we from the streets
Calm down, shhhh
You so emotional
I know where you're at in your career is such a low for you
I understand it
But understand this
My daddy taught me manners
So it's foreign to fly off the handle and talk to cameras
That shit is lame, lames we don't respect
We wonderin' why the fuck you so upset
We know the streets'll swallow you
Look what that powder do
Look at you try to embody what's not really inside of you
I promise you
That if you chill now
In 5 years I will not ride through the McDonald's drive thru and bother you
I'm here for fries
That's it
Chicken nuggets
Give me some sweet and sour sauce too and quit your buggin' [gun shot]
I'm just above it
I'm too mature for this
It ain't smart to go to war for this
[Chorus]
Cause I'm a rider
I'm about that 187
Cause I'm a rider
I'm about that 187
You not a rider
Not about that 187
You not a rider
[gun clocks] [shots]
187 [x8]
[Verse 2]
Got the illest flow because I flow it from my soul
You said yourself you got The Greatest Story Never Told
These niggas got the balls to say that I can't write no record
But them plaques on my wall say y'all should read the credit
R dot Montgomery, ghostwriter and for the right price
Y'all know the rest
Get your doe biters
Y'all goin' left
Get your emo in check
Later with them vendettas
Handle your liquor better
Let's play some tennis
Go back and forth, who winnin'?
You will give into a Koch deal away from (finished)
Fuck outta here with that
Step your bars up
Your shit is garbage, what you tryin' to kick knowledge, be honest
Step your cars up
That little Benz you know is lame
I'd rather ride in a remote control Soulja Boy chain
I'm so insane
I flow with open flame
Note to self: leave him floatin' if he spoke your name
That's why I don't bother nobody
I catch a body all alone cause I don't ride with nobody
Niggas figure's been put on Jenny Craig
Look what the prison built
You big up top with skinny legs
C'mon Johnny Bravo
You fuckin' with the whole Detroit, chill out
The S.O.B.s without the swing, you needs to get out
I'm quick to stick the clip in
Just ask my nigga Crooked
Joey Budden got you niggas trippin'
[Chorus]
Cause I'm a rider
I'm about that 187
Cause I'm a rider
I'm about that 187
You not a rider
Not about that 187
You not a rider
[gun clocks] [shots]
187 [x8]

"Airplanes (Freestyle)"

"Airplanes (Freestyle)"


Since '99 I've been dope in this
Focusin'
Unfocusin'
Sure as the sun floats and sure as the sun smokin'
I was the gun totingest
My cuz told me
Don't get demoted, keep it close to your digits
You know you get it, you let yourself get too close to them chickens
I said, "I disagree"
Then I let Superhead lick on me
Strokin' the kitten, the cat stacks
'Bout to turn around and write a book about both of them bitches
Next stop, to the top
I done went from A to X,Y
Almost at Z
Chillin' at a rest stop
My new bitch call her my PS3
You?
Your bitch pussy call it my X-Box
Me I'm the rhyme ruler
Me and Denaun together
Deadly as Nas in his prime
You 'bout deadly as a benign tumor
Since '92 been a highly touted retarded truth
Prolly 'bout to Eli Porta-potty somebody booth
Never sellin my soul, I'm sellin' my skills
I'm on Raps Radar now
Elliott Wilson
Painter of the underground canvas
Even though I can't freelance no more
The underground's famished
Before I settle for less then average
I'll swallow a watermelon
Follow it with a double down sandwich
I swear that God told me
Slaughterhouse would be the second time around for me
All eyes on me!
I know I'm not the greatest
I go hard
Your boom box is now invaded
Bogart
Look at me today
8 years ago, I was popular for being hated
Solar!
Nickel Nines the ruler
God combined with Buddha
Gifted oblongata, prized medulla
Each lines like a computer bomb designed by Mcgyver
That only can be detonated by a MacGruber
I'm thinking if I ain't binge drinkin' then I ain't livin'
Somebody told me I'm prolly dyin', but I ain't listen
By the time it could harm me I'll prolly die by a trigger
So I'm only goin' cold turkey, right after Thanksgivin'
I paint pictures between blank scriptures
Scriptures, now just how contradictory is it that I pray?
The names Royce and I be poppin' so much pussy
Dwight Howard look at me sideways
And while the bitches try to grab all on my dick
I can't even get my own nigga to rap on my shit
You form a clique it should be sacred
I shouldn't say shit
Cause the Truth Hurts
Like the bitch that Dre ditched
Nobody loves my niggas like me
Sober or wasted, for you there's no replacement
I swear that god told me
Slaughterhouse would be the second time around for me
All eyes on me!

"America"

"America"


[Chorus:]
I said America the beautiful
Land of free, home of brave
Everyone is born and raised to think like a dead man
When you alive you the lowest on the totem pole
And soon as you die then here goes this
Oh, now he heroic
Oh, now he the coldest
Oh, now it's he had that talent and I didn't know it
Man listen, being humble ain't gon get you out your grave
You should treat your life the same way you thinking like and go and whip it like a slave

[Verse 1:]
What the fuck is arrogant?
That's the shit they injecting into us Americans
How bout I think I was put here to push European whips
And so what if you don't like, I thought you'd be inspired
By the way I whip it, way I whip it
Way I whip it, way I whip it
I whip it
Right past the pretenders, the men with no passion
Who think it's possible to be past your potential like life has just ended
The spirit broken and so the wife and kids are born into only knowing the White Castle menu
While the richest born into white castles
Attending Bar Mitzvahs, the future of us niggas is in syringes
We meant for the NFL, injure the NBA
Anyway, I take popping shots at niggas over recieving posthumous props from niggas any day
Maybe y'all just scared, lost in everybody saying not to floss so you go watch the Walking Dead
Yeah you and

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
What the fuck does humble mean?
Call me good at something I'll say I'm good at a bunch of things
I feel my whole life my fire should be lit
I feel my wife's pussy wet each time she sees my dick she get excited by the way I whip it, way I whip it, way I whip it
She likes the way I whip it
I whip it
Man look here, I've been anti-corporate since daddy told me
That they force me here against my will
Without no horses or some land
Of course they saying I'm supposed to just forget they throw the scrap at those that can distract with those endorsements
Closing doors and all of those who buy the clothes and shoes
And booze and albums
Hope you not expecting treatment by the book
From he who wants you to forget that you was brought over here by the boat
I don't know why niggas say they money funny when it's low
Cause when you broke it's not a joke
Talk that we can't take shit with us when we die shit
You don't leave behind shit cause you died without shit
In

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
If he's hot, expose him, then
Roll on him, we can't roll on him
Roll on his closest kin
That kind of behavior, I call that Niggerdom, Niggerdom
Mentally enslave them, taze them, then they go crazy
Uh, here they come
Everybody think a revolution coming
Wanna be involved in the riot
Everybody arguing out here, this how I feel
What in the Jiminy cracker corner fuck are we bickering for?
This shit here is bigger than war
They sticking and sicken the shit in the food that the nigga consume so it's hidden in stores
Some shit that can kill your fertility, damage your thinking
Limit your abilities, think about that now
The fact that y'all living is crazy cause alcoholism go black people tapping out quicker than Savion Glover
And we ain't no avi on leathers
We dying each time that the Hennessy pours
Our plugs are the mothers on the other side of our umbilical cord
Can I talk my shit? Y'all niggas confidence dropping
Y'all letting people control y'all flow who don't know how y'all clocks tick
I'm disgusted
Find the money if the money don't fit
Do like me on this and find a different pocket
Only in America

[Outro:]
Oh damn, I guess you is kinda talented
Make sure you don't forget where you came from, boy
Always stay humble
Now why don't you do that thing again with your tongue
You know that one thing when you go with it
Whip cracking sound

"As Live As It Gets"

"As Live As It Gets"


"Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"

[Verse 1]
You never find a man in a jam
You run up on me and squeeze off
I'll probably speed off like Cam in a Lam
For eight blocks and double back with the K cocked
Spray a hundred hots ones with the arm that ain't shot
C'mon get it
Your head plugged like you've grown?
Just let 'em fuck with me like, I'ma bust like Jerome Bettis
The sawed off man
A haul off van
And
Put more metal in your mouth than Paul Wall can
Nigga this is awesome
I'm airin' out the clips
So please don't confuse me with Mulberry out this bitch
Nigga show me a sign is how I decide war
Fuck it, I shoot you through my own driver side door
I'm here to warn you, you gon' see me
In Phoenix Arizona pushin' NICO's GT
Check for me

[Scratching]
"My saliva and spit, that split thread into fiber and bits
So trust me I'm as live as it gets" - Royce Da 5'9" 'Boom'
(DC on the beat)

[Verse 2]
Ooh boy you lookin' like you checkin' out the Davens
I'm reckless with my weapons out, steppin' out the cabin
You wanna check me in, cause you know that you a has been
A couple of your hoes, in here rollin' with me laughin'
Please nigga, try to take my mail you be dead
I ain't took an L since I took an L to the head
You fakin' we can tell
The only thing you gettin' from me
I'ma get you, only thing you takin' is a shell
The shine of them 22's is beyond you funny dudes
Besides
My jewels, you couldn't pawn 'em if you wanted to
So you can talk the hot ones
Run up on the other side
With that pump, I got no problem shootin' cross the shotgun
I don't wear no seat belt
When I put that peddle to the floor of that Medina
I'm gonna probably make your feet melt
You ain't gotta aim nigga
You ain't got a chance
Just a sloppy nigga poppin' at a million dollar man

[Scratching]
"My advice, quit talkin' it's over"
Royce 5'9"
"The best kept secret"
"As live as it gets"

"Bad Boy"
(feat. Jungle Rock Jr.)

"Bad Boy"
(feat. Jungle Rock Jr.)



[Chorus]

[Verse 1]
We serve teardrops
Prolific flow from Jamaica
Wake up
We getting that bread like a baker
Take ya
Life like it's nothing
Boys swing
I will blood clot everything from your block to your offspring
You not hardcore
Wouldn't crack an egg
Why the fuck you actin' hard boiled?
Boom bye bye is the tune I abide by
I'm aligned with goons, it's wireless like wi-fi
Why try?
I'm on the cusp of greatness
You bum-ba-cluts fly, I'm on a fuckin' spaceship
Enough in the bracelet to make the blind squint
I'm Eazy, Cube, Yella, Dre, Ren times ten
I'ma

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Put you in a slumber
Come on bruh
You a bum, you under my um-
-Brella, I put you in the dumpster
Whatever, I ain't the Fella who you want Roc with
I will botty boy kill ya
Fuck all that dumb shit
Put you up under concrete
I'm cut like a gauntlet
Beat ya like a blum blum drum stick
Mumble something I come through dumpin'
AK 47 pumpin', blow like a trumpet
The foolishness of niggas bullshit
Who you trying to push bitch?
Booyakah
Full clip, don dada
You no test me Shabba Rank impostor
You no want drama I'm prepared for 'Nam
I'ma

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
You're in a headlock
Tie your family up like a dread lock
Gong niggas like Junior Marley when the lead drop
Eat 'em like a meal while the fed watch
You married the street I just fucked it out of wedlock
Before I rip on ya
Rasta should warn ya
They don't all love ya
Push needles into the eyeballs of a little doll of ya
Blind ya
Align ya
Red rum with murder for hire
Serve your supplier
Pill poppin' and coke snortin'
We kill for fun 'til we come for your fortune
Bad boys, bad boys, what you gonna do?
When them killas come for you
I'ma

[Chorus]

"Barely Human"
(feat. Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko)

"Barely Human"
(feat. Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko)



[Krizz Kaliko:]
Oheya
Oheya
Ey
Ey
I'm barely
Human

Just stroke my ego
Call me your hero
I'm damned to be this good
I'm barely human

[Tech N9ne:]
Cold heart
Sinister sicking ya so-so art
If ya seeking a beating, I can treat and give heapins
Make your 'fro blow 'part before yo' flow start s
Wanna be chopping 'em, knocking 'em all in coffins
And I'm stopping ya slow go kart when I go Mozart
Intricate, never vintage in my sentences
I'm gonna make a bro go shart
Look at me, I'm gonna favor the yeti but with a machete
You better be ready, you in the medi of a killing
I'm deadly when I shred these
Somebody check my head please, I'm edgy
And I'm steady giving hella loving
And I thank you to my niggas who led me to the red beef
Barely human, rarely you in the midst of some scary ruins
Until ya try to swipe my independence, Harry Truman
The Nina, the Nickel, we coming very soon and
Building the wack rapper cemetery to bury you in

[Krizz Kaliko:]
Just stroke my ego
Call me your hero
I'm damned to be this good
I'm barely human
You stroked my ego
Now I'm your hero
I'm damned to be this good
I'm barely human

[Royce da 5'9":]
King Nickel, Lee Majors
Spending old money, the cake's stale
I beam triple like three lasers on three pistols on a weight scale
It seem simple, I'm pro-meth, I'm pro-magazine
This literature unfold half
Your team lean with you and I'm a nomad
Roaming out in the street killing MC's pencils, making 'em rethink
What they write and might end up in yo' pad
I'm getting dome in my kingdom where
I promise it'll be no crowning (I promise)
The flow harder than Medusa postpartum
The father of the child's coast guarding post-crowning
I'm getting money my nigga, it's funny that nobody thought of you
And if it truly is true to music and induce it to life then my future
Will sound like autotune
Bad grammar and y'all be fucking up no commas
For you to compare me to 'em
He would have to be out of his mind if he barely human

[Krizz Kaliko:]
Just stroke my ego
Call me your hero
I'm damned to be this good
I'm barely human
You stroked my ego
Now I'm your hero
I'm damned to be this good
I'm barely human

"Beamer, Benz Or Bentley (Shady Mega Mix)"
(feat. Slaughterhouse)

"Beamer, Benz Or Bentley (Shady Mega Mix)"
(feat. Slaughterhouse)



[Joe Budden]
New York, Jersey, Philly; New York, Jersey, Philly
New York, Jersey, Philly - you know I keep it filthy
Out in New York, Jersey, Philly; New York, Jersey, Philly
New York, Jersey, Philly - check it
Rockin spikes and a beater, beside me a diva
I'm hearin all the talk of how you ride with a heater
Make sure I don't survive but when I see ya
You (Sleep With a Broke Heart), like you went and took advice from Alicia
Tell me if you really wanna take it there
Best in the world if you ain't remained aware
Latest gear, love nope, hate it yeah
You and your scared style'll get aired out, start stop and stare now
Change the truck's grille, yeah the car got veneers now
Lot of rappers spittin shit, I don't wan' hear now
They talkin Gucci but they shoppin at Sears now
If you weren't prepared now, you ain't get the warnin yet
So I'ma go hard early, call it mornin sex
New York, Jersey, Philly; New York, Jersey, Philly
New York, Jersey, Philly; tinted up, rims silly
If a nigga try and kill me, chalk it up as the brother whylin
Your mind playin tricks on you, get off Shutter Island
Showin you somethin you never would see, I'm gettin checks every week
You tryin to meet your executive needs, I'm in executive suites consecutively
Somebody had to body ya, guess the job was left to me
So when I kill the track they can't charge me with double jeopardy
They asked you if I'm a boss and you say "No sir"
How you don't concur? My gopher got a chauffeur
Standin on the couch in the club with a nympho
Reppin Slaughterhouse, see the blood on the window
I try and get wealthy, bein broke gettin healthy
So I ain't tryin to buy whatever shit they try and sell me
Got a broad up in the telly I could trust her what you tell me
Still bringin (Lunatics) with me, yeah I learned that trick from Nelly
Cause I know that it get urgent, when they see you just splurgin
Strip club, in the private room tryin to fix the curtains
Wanna cause a big excursion, run up on the kid squirtin
Make sure the mac ain't broke and you ain't buy the Knicks version
Out in New York, Jersey, Philly; New York, Jersey, Philly
[Joell Ortiz]
Nissan, Honda, Chevy - my stash is never empty baby
Nissan, Honda, Chevy; Nissan, Honda, Chevy
Nissan, Honda, Chevy - th-the D's will never get me
In my hoopty I be swervin, the public's who I'm servin
Boost phone forever chirpin, I'll be out there puttin work in
Know them dirty boys lurkin, if they nab me then it's curtains
So when I'll go see a person I spend the blocks so I'm certain
that it's cool, I'm no fool, see Raul is more than reckless
So I meet him when it's busy at that Meek or Morgan exit
Off that BQ, B-B-B-B-B-B-BQE near Mickey-D's
And occasionally treat myself to a nice little fish and cheese
I'm really really in the street, bein broke's my enemy
Teachers said I'm dumb but I dropped out and I know chemistry
I make that soft get hard
And meet my homie Pito in the parkin lot of Home Depot off Northen Boulevard
I got my route down packed, I'm about my stacks
And my mouth don't chat, I let my bout-bout clap
But I ain't with that though, I'm tryin to get that dough (yaowa)
Beamer, Benz or Bentley? Oh no, I stay low
In that Nissan, Honda, Chevy; Nissan, Honda, Chevy
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Pistol clip and pistol - that's all I rap about
It's my pistol clip and pistol, pistol clip and pistol
Pistol clip and pistol - that's all I rap about bitch
My dick is like a missile, my pistol's in my pants
But my dick is hangin lower than my pistol clip and pistol bitch
Now we talkin 'bout my dick, you know yo' shit big
when your bitch give you head and her mouth is only 'round the top of it
Now let's talk about my pistol clip
If the gun is playin music than the pistol clip's the instrument
The soldier holdin onto the fo'-fo's composin
The drummer's BRRRRRRRRRRRR, 7-6-2's explodin
I'm about to stop talkin 'bout my dick, pistol and my pistol clip
Dick, pistol, pistol clip, bitch, I'm a hypocrit
If you say, fuck the world that mean that I'm literally
tryin to put my big, big dick in it
My, pistol clip, pistol whistlin [whistling to the beat]
... I hope you listenin
Pistol clip, pistol big dick, now your bitch is interested
I'm 'bout to enter it and injure it
I am not indirect, I am so motherfuckin BLUNT
Pistol clip, pistol dick, BITCH!
I'm sayin - you like, "Oh my God, get that gun out of my face"
It's not in yo' face, it's in my hand
Pistol clip and pistol
[Crooked I]
Tequila, vodka, Henny
Tequila, vodka, Henny - that liquor fuckin with me
It's tequila, vodka, Henny; tequila, vodka, Henny
Tequila, vodka, Henny - that liquor fuckin with me
Yeah I'm nickels dimes and pennies, I'm dollars fives and twenties
And I'm twenties fifties Benji's; buy Beamers, Benz and Bentleys
Buy bullets, guns and semis; buy Louie, Gucci, Fendi
Fuck Wendy's, Mickie's, Denny's; I'm Morton's, Chow's and Benny's
With Keisha, Tasha, Kimmy, Felicia, Shauna, Cindy
Jameeka, Dawn and Jenny, Tamika, Rhonda, Nikki
They from New York, Jersey, Philly on tequila, vodka, Henny
Patron, Ciroc and Remy, some weed, shrooms and pilly's
Now we loco, loony, silly; fuck they mouth, box and titty
{"Umm, she is licking the shaft of the penis."}
That's brains, breast and kitty, while I'm drunk, fried and tipsy
While I'm twisted high and dizzy, pussy juicy hot and pretty
Gushy, gooey, sticky, gushy, gooey, sticky
Bitch I'm Eazy, 'Pac and Biggie off tequila, vodka, Henny
Spit like Wayne, 'Ye and Drizzy mixed with M.J. and 50
In my Nissan, Honda, Chevy, my pistol clip and pistol grip
Rappers got a bigger buzz, bitch I got a bigger dick
That was my Royce line
I'm on my Cali, Brooklyn, Jersey and Detroit time
(Slaughterhouse) Them boys grind
We goin past the top, so Mount Everest won't cut it
You low budget, we 'bout to go public
Tequila, vodka, Henny; tequila, vodka, Henny
Tequila, vodka, Henny - that liquor fuckin with me
It's tequila, vodka, Henny; tequila, vodka, Henny
Tequila, vodka, Henny - that liquor fuckin with me

"Beats Keep Callin' (Freestyle)"

"Beats Keep Callin' (Freestyle)"


Whatever, whatever, whatever
Mr. Porter don't trust you I'm gon' bust you nigga
That thing Pop, pop pop
Whatever, whatever, whatever

This that [?] over flow for real
This ain't four-wheel, who ever poke headed
Came bone chilling, cold with no feelings
Banging, dope dealing, Hov with no ceilings, Wayne
Started out like my shoe gun, heavy is the head with the crown
Slaughterhouse my mind's two tons, heart is out like John Q son
And everything you say greasy and made up like a piece of cheesesteak
And everything I say come natural and a thing of beauty like Alicia Key's face
How can I be hated in the streets, when I'm on even on my off day
I'm creative when it's beef, while you throw salt, I'm your baby mama and them new salt bae
[?] molotov through your restuarant window
Mr. Hyde, Dr. Jekyll, Nickel Nine, Ricky Grimes
I'm silverster mind bender
I spark fours, that'll arch floors
That'll have whoever acting hardcore
Doing parkour, I'm a dog Porter
Brought the dog for, recording harsh thoughts for the art form
Take a meteor and leave this life
Showing Chuck Norris, wearing glass doors
While I'm just tryna stay outta jail
Last war I stay strapped for it
Y'all can run while the gats blowing
And if I miss your ass, then I guess you saved by the bell, like Zack Morris
I'm on bando time when I ride through cities
Before my time R.I.P. Bobby, Christie
Or Bobby, Whitney, flow KC, JoJo
Like that Tech N9ne go KC, mojo
I don't stand my ground, I just demolish niggas
Simple you against me you ain't ridin' with me
Bitch not only do I kiss and tell, I'm Orlando Brown when I describe them titties
I'm the rubberband man, but I do more than count bands
Fuck sipping 40 ounces, I'm sober out here, fucking hoes like 40 oz Van
Nigga I'm Pusha T doing quiet numbers, getting silent money, I'll retire from it, I don't dress loud, I throw the flyness on it
Let the labels talk and Designer mumble like Donald Trump
Throwing money hitting everybody and they auntie up
Trying to find someone to come perform for me 'fore I fuck the whole entire country up
I'm the first one gunnin, last one running
To enlightened for a check (woo)
Any rapper that want it, I'm back, one hundred
Invite 'em to a scrap (woo)
I narrow down shit the Farrakhan way
You can find me anywhere the crime wave
I'm Schwarzenegger, you Sarah Conner and your favorite rapper acting Eric Andre

"Beef"

"Beef"


[Royce Da 5'9"]
Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre mixture
5'9", 6 July, and Asar hits'll
leave the side of your car door with more
Smokin more holes than the Swiss cheese
Bitch please, I'm postponin yo' homie's
older moments, like I stole his future
Hoes know me, I'm no phony
Females'll tell you, "Yeah he cute, but he sho'll shoot ya!"
My heart bleeds the blood of felonies
The blood of Superman, the blood that I've never seen
You seem like the shook type
You ain't a thug so I wanna see what your brains and your blood look like
Fuck is you sick? 'Pac should be pissed
Cause fifty percent of the niggaz suckin his dick is bitch!
I'm against all this name-callin shit
Negro please! Listen to Chris Wallace bitch

[Chorus]
What's beef? Beef is when these rappers be believin they rhymes
And a nigga like me just take it one day at a time
Beef is when you die because of your CD
When I come from your blindside, before you see ME
Beef is when I get jumped by niggaz
And come back to kill 'em, one by one
Beef is the reaper, patiently pacin outside of your pretty house
Today, you figured out, WHAT'S BEEF

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah.. gangsta, ain't this?
Starvin artists that comes with the guns he paint with
All you sorry street rejects
Y'all about to go up in smoke, seats ejectin
(Boom!) Houses come down
Drastic murders is happenin, make a nigga momma mouth come down
[gasp!] The precinct's heated - the cops is mad
because they know who shot yo' ass and they know who can beat it
Above the law, run up on y'all
so quickly and show you what only you and a slug saw
The silence is screwed in front of the .9 Ruger
Quietly shootin what'll hush y'all
I will leave you lying down in a street
Everything around you will be dyin down but the beef
Please believe - my guns'll take you punks
to your maker from my freezin sleeve

[Chorus - 2X]