Royce Da 5'9"

[fox69]

"Right Back"
(feat. Juan, Kid Vishis)

"Right Back"
(feat. Juan, Kid Vishis)



"To attack without knowing the enemy's strength is foolish
And after being warned, to still attack, is stupid
People who are that stupid just don't deserve to live
But strangely though, one does find, people who are that stupid."
[Chorus: Royce]
Pop that trunk, get the K nigga
Get to sprayin nigga, get the pump nigga
Come - RIGHT BACK; dump on a nigga
Give him what he want if he want we'll hunt for 'em all
He'll be - RIGHT BACK; it's got to be like that
Expect niggaz not to respect you, kill him
And get it - RIGHT BACK
[Royce Da 5'9"]
For those that don't know me
Allow me to reintroduce myself
My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) 5-9 nigga bottom line is
bye-bye if you out of line wit him
Itemize y'all deaths in, chronological order
Those either gon' support him or idolize
All you could do is try to dodge me
While you plottin my demise while I'm tryna rise now we got a problem
Cause if I'm surrounded, I'm known
to pull out the pound and shoot, get on the phone
and still come - RIGHT BACK - wit a army of dudes
It's all true, just armed with Uzis lookin to resolve this
Good Lord, can you hear him callin?
They just still ballin, they feelin lawless, we kill 'em all
If it costs too much, we hun-ga-ry
It means if you floss too much your gums'll bleed
That's why I don't talk with chumps, I was taught to thump
my way to 21 'til I was taught to come - RIGHT BACK
[Chorus]
[Juan]
For those who don't know
Allow me to reintroduce myself
My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) Juan Corleone
Die real soft, fire in a while then he blow
While you niggaz act raw with your dawgs
'til revolvers gettin drawn, splash markin the walls
I don't know but I'm givin it to 'em
Hittin 'em brutally with them Uzis man really amusin
how niggaz duckin, divin, hollerin, hidin under shit
Bullets bustin, bruisin they body, barely bouncin shit
like, why you lookin at me smirkin nigga?
I got a short man complex, murk a nigga
bigger than me, taller than me, my squad in the league
I ride slow ballin for sheez, all of you plead
Who wanna test? Keep scrutinize you and your guys
Two of them nines, better shoot them now 'less you wanna die
I'm stupid high, Lord super sized blessin the dome
Huggin some long John Wayne shit, fuck is you on?
We comin..
[Interlude: Royce - having a conversation]
(Man hell naw, that's Royce) Right, what's up wit it?
(Whattup nigga, where you been?) I been callin you
Somethin must be wrong with your phone right? (Yeah, yeah, no, yeah)
Ohh okay, what's up, you got that for me? (Naw, yeah, naw)
Naw? Alright well, I'ma get up outta here
cause I see you havin fun with your people (Nah shut up man)
Your man he's a funny guy and all that (Yo hold up)
I'ma see you later (Hold up Royce, hold on)
[Kid Vishis]
For those that don't know me
Allow me to reintroduce myself
My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) yeah, Kid Vishis
That sick shit, listen, I hit henchmen
From shotgun wit a shotgun, surprised when pellets flyin
And niggaz that was hatin us dyin
Roll with them chaldeons that get mad if you call them an A-rab
You might get stabbed for your antics
Stay rude shooters with Rugers, put the block-a
out the windows guns cocked screamin out "Air the coppa!"
All races are frown faces with heated ways (yeah!)
With somethin in the trunk that thumpin just like bass
Trust me, no mics, this shit gon' get ugly
Before the boys cuff me, "take that" like Puffy
You've been hexed, squeeze this Tec
Shots hittin jugular veins, give 'em taco necks
I rep my set, Rock City, what you bet?
M.I.C. regardless, you garbage niggaz, we comin.
[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Rock City"
(feat. Eminem)

"Rock City"
(feat. Eminem)



"Rock City, Royce, 5'9, Slim, Shady"
[skirt] "COME ON!!"

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Can't stop the hustle, Royce nickel nine
Glock stops the tussle, nine shots'll bust you
Pine box'll stuff you, fuck you! ("Fuck you!")
I am not the tussle, niggaz don't know me [skirt] ("COME ON!!")
I'm Detroit's king nigga [skirt] BOW!
Rock City's where niggaz pimp hoes and ball
Strip hoes in bars, steal clothes from malls
"Arms, and ya city's got the.." [3x]
Titties saggin lookin like they got four arms
Gold bottles, green bottles, Cris' to the don
Niggaz get popped for sellin weed shaked with seeds
If you hate me you hate the D [vocal scratch] please!
I'm takin shit back, to the riots in the sixties
Think I'm lying? Visit me (Where you live?)

[Hook + (Eminem)]
"Rock city.. rock on!" (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city" [scratches] (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city.. rock on!" (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock wit me" [scratches] (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city" [scratches] (Come on the block wit me)
"Rock city.. rock on!" (And come and rock wit me)

"Rock.. city.. come on"
"Rock.. on.. city.. come on!"

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Suburban and city niggaz hustle together
Long as it's money envolved, niggaz'll tussle together
Long as the hustle's a hustle, the green is green
White is white, nigga we buyin if the price is right
So [scratch] drop the mics
Everything's on cock, from the shots to the dice
We are not into hype
You can't say we can't work
Either we some plant workers or we some niggaz that plant work
("What") Detroit bitches is bout it
You can just ask any one of ya niggaz that visit about it
Any Seven Mile bitch know how to get rich
She'll fuck you till you sleep PLUS lie to ya bitch
PLUS she'll suck and swallow up outta ya dick
And she'll keep a sugar daddy that'll buy her some shit, come on!

[Hook + (Eminem)]
"Rock city.. rock on!" (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city" [scratches] (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city.. rock on!" (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock wit me" [scratches] (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city" [scratches] (Come on the block wit me)
"Rock city" [scratches] (And come and rock wit me)

"The city with the bars, where the goons with the cars,
to produce, here we are.."

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Looted casinos, car shuffles, numbers to bet
Disrespect and get a new smile under ya neck
A city full of thug-ass niggaz, and punk-rockers
Alotta niggaz act like Pac so cops watch 'em
And shot blocks up in the black or the light Timbs
White boys, look, act, and rap like Slim ("Hi!")
Fight Music, knife users never respect it
Guns talk [scratch] high schools with metal detectors
A city full of Tommy Hearns thumpers
Grant Hill hoopers, Barry Sanders runners, stunners
Chaldeans wit weed connects like whoa!
Type of weed, no need to test like 'dro
Type of cats who got dough, they like ("So!")
You real, then you might go.. (Where?)

[Hook: 2X + (Eminem)]
"Rock city.. rock on!" (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city" [scratches] (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city.. rock on!" (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock wit me" [scratches] (Come on and rock wit me)
"Rock city" [scratches] (Come on the block wit me)
"Rock city" [scratches] (And come and rock wit me)

[Royce talking + (Eminem)]
Detroit Rock City ("Slim Shady")
Won't you come on the block with us? ("Royce the 5'9")
Won't you just come and rock with us? ("Royce the 5'9")
Next Level ("Rock City")
Royce the 5'9" ("Rock")
Slim Shady ("Rock City")
Uh uh, won't you come and rock with us? ("Rock City")
Won't you come on the block with us? ("Rock wit me")
Won't you come and rock with us? ("Rock wit-")
Rock City.. touch it... ("Fuck!")

 

[fox69]

"Rock That"
(feat. Kid Vishis)

"Rock That"
(feat. Kid Vishis)



[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I, can't, feel you; I want you to {"ROCK THAT"} shit
{"ROCK THAT"} shit {"ROCK THAT"} shit
{"ROCK THAT"} shit {"ROCK THAT"} shit
{"RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO.."}

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Ooh! Put up your hands, show me the real you
If you don't put your hands up then I'ma kill you
You ain't never been touched homie, I can't feel you
I don't listen to threats, nigga I can't hear you (hello?)

[Kid Vishis]
Put up your hands, show me the real you
You don't put your hands up, I'ma kill you
I'm the shit fool, it's the king prince too
I'm the next shit from the I'm Da Shit crew, ooh

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Nigga get cool, "You're my boy Blue!
Blue, you're my boy!" I'll Chicago, Illinois you

[Kid Vishis]
Nigga we'll destroy you
It's a motherfuckin wrap when it come to that heat like aluminum foil

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Idolize 'em, not a lot of 'em, body by them
There's a bottle by the fags, she should try to follow
the man with the rocks, rocky as Colorado standin on top of them
Toppin top the opposition, I ain't quittin 'til Vishis in my position
I drop this apocalyptic, you got to be optimistic
I'm hot hot hot

[Kid Vishis]
Let's try this shit again
Vishis the prince, the topic of the spit
This cop nowhere near it, I'm in a win-win position (yes)
Could send killers to knock-knock (who is it?)
Hard in pot, fall by the end of the visit (yes)
No henchmen

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Six shots the biscuit
Smackin on his back like I'm burpin a infant
Then nigga put up your hands, show me the real you
Put money on your head and then I'ma bill YOU
Take it out yo' ass in hell, I'm on a ratchet trail
And you about to see the gat derail!

[Chorus]

[Kid Vishis]
Yeah, Vishis and Nickel equipped with pistols
Missiles'll hit your tissue [?] show you and STAY, like Mystikal
Clip to whoever riddle, my mental see you and scratch
You tryin to scrap to cover up the fact you can't rap

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I, can't, feel you; I want you to {"ROCK THAT"}
Glock that, pop that, shock that
Down to click twos, I'ma spit true
Dominant crew, I'm the SHIT fool!
Ooh!

[Kid Vishis]
Put the clip to a actor, CUT!
You motherfuckers up when it's action, nigga what?
We don't fight rappers, we write back at ya
Black mac blap, niggaz back snap backwards
Ooh!

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Actors, act puss, blow 'em off the atlas
Fear niggaz should fear, on point like a cactus
You probably need to practice, that's it, backflip
Word blacksmith, herb active DOPE!

[Chorus]

Ooh!

 

[fox69]

"Royal Flush (Freestyle)"
(feat. Canibus, Elzhi)

"Royal Flush (Freestyle)"
(feat. Canibus, Elzhi)



[Intro - Royce talking]
Yeah, Bar Exam 2 nigga. It's a motherfuckin' holiday bitches

[Verse 1 - Canibus]
Bar Exam 2
I landslide you to lava below
Gotta stance nigga flow
How bars? How far can you go?
Only as far as the mind
Canibus and Royce 5'9"
Bar Exam 2, spit a rhyme
A miniature version of me, told me he wanted to MC
I told him, "Be careful who you be."
He said, "I'ma just be me."
I said, "Yeah, I see. But you don't understand what I really mean."
Look at the manifest list
It got my name down
A bald head for the cool crown
How you like me now?
I terrorize rap music
What manner of creature could do this?
Canibus stupid
Retarded, autistic artists
You click, perfects target
Staff Sargent Canibus talkin'
I would not let off the gas
Traverse it through San Stone's past
The Ripper spills whiskey from a flask

[Verse 2 - Elzhi]
I toke green, blowin' out smoke screens
Poke queens, leave them with soaked jeans
You're the definition of what "joke" mean
I'm star status
Like glowin' lights throughout the far stratos-
-Phere, it's clear who repertoire that is
Pursue whites and fuck a shoe price
My cheese outgrew mice
I'm too nice, cut through slice, I'm seein' you twice
The lead pacer
Been makin' moves like Speed Racer
Indeed tracin' line that fucks with your mind like a weed lacer
Try and boast, ain't lyin' close, so what I diagnose
I could fry and roast any guy till they applyin' ghost
Pee on peons beyond eons
Till there's neon Klingons
Close encounter of the three kinds
You may fall, I'm AWOL, my heaters will spray y'all
And put you in a hole like Robert Peter to pay Paul
I could give a fuck
Got a flow to leave a river stuck
You hear deep it lines ??

[Verse 3 - Royce Da 5'9"]
Osama McCain, you climb in this ring
Rhyming with Obama the king
End up on the bottom of the things
Living inside of ominous springs
I'mm in a dream
I spit the only kind of sickness that vomiting brings
That means I'm ill sick
And plus I'm real bitch
I should've played Hancock instead of Will Smith
Cos I'm drunk and flyer
I'm the super hero minus all the chump attire
And I bleed hardly
Tell your idol his times up
And he's barbe-cue
Every rhyme lined up like steve harvey's do
From the pies to the brick man
Niggas couldn't follow in my steps 'less I died in some quick sand
So come and see a nigga burn a show
And give me a hand before I give you the fist like a germaphobe
And you probably too scary to scuffle
If you ain't hit a nigga before you buried your knuckles
I got a hundred round drum
I shoot the first thirty to kill everybody that trash your hook up
Category blast the butcher
Empty the clip just to make that 70 show like ashton kutcher
Nigga you at war with sharks the government team
Will leave you airless/heirless like jordan sparks or a motherless queen
We put it on y'all, tape a niggas phone call
Sell it to the net for a phone card
Then use it to phone y'all mommas
I throw you niggas a bone and then I bury the drama in a bone yard
The flow's in prime
I got more plastic on me than all of hugh heffner's hoes combined
My niggas got GT's and shit, yeah I know mini coopers
While you niggas rolling around in the mini coopers
I'm the shit for real, y'all niggas mini poopers
Drunk, wildin, commitin vodka and henny bloopers
Who could give a nigga the snoop foot
Stretch him out on the floor like the Manut look
You shook, nigga I'm like the crew cook
I put a price on the whip and I'm like the blue book
With an appetite for destruction with the greed stigma
Explains my past and adds to my enigma
If it's digital or analog
Bar Exam 2 is the present, the distributor is Santa Claus

 

[fox69]

"Royce Is Like"

"Royce Is Like"


Well, nothin left to do but rhyme circles around niggaz
Huh, Preme? (Huh?)
Allow me to put it in perspective, check this
Bullets in the Tec shit, spinnin and the bullet in your chest is
best shit, meddlin what else niggaz peddlin
Cause you sellin records around here is irrelevant
Allow me to tell you to bow whenever you around me
I'm proud cause God endowed me intellegent
Look up in the sky and crown me the now regal
She go, down, her knees are now eagle
Either my gun gon' bang or I'ma come harder
I run water on y'all lames, I run for ya
Y'all wanna be the kings of rap, my son's smarter
I'd rather run some game on one of Run's daughters
The Mike Vick or the Kobe Bryant with this one
I'm past the past and homie Ryan, I just run
The (Last Action Hero) that the public awaits
took it past rappin so perhaps I can govern yo' state
I'm Akinyele, I act belly
So (Put it in Your Mouth) while I talk on the celly pushin a black L-E
I'm Makaveli, my body's in the back of a deli
Holdin a cordless frozen with the volts in swordfish
Lyin with a couple of corpses
Biggie and Ghandi, my city's behind me, others enforce it
In the Phillipines blacken out on mics, yeah
Like I'm livin in a dream actin out a nightmare
Whatever I'm sayin's real
Shovel the bullshit y'all throw on the game is how I level the playin field
Y'all got to feel me
Momma had to make me, God got to kill me
Y'all would have to basically put me up on a cross, split my flows up
Call on the Bible and let 'em lift my soul up
Oh my, true, amen and such
The liaison between the most high and you
Uncle Paul the (Bearer) of bad news, the era of unified armor
Beware of the suicide bomber
The way he shoots the cannon
He competin with the reaper, he will take you then vanish
Make you understand it
Shots be poppin off bilingual, 'bout to call me Jesús in Spanish
I keep calm, I keep my piece on
I'm like, Ice T, I keep a bleach blonde
I'm like, Spike Lee I keep the floor seats so it's sweet
Y'all might not like me but no need for response
My recon's ghostly, we prime
Real estate of the minds cause we signed and re-signed
They say I'm at the end of my time like Esham
My emergency brake's re-called like Nissan
Peace y'all I'm out, niggaz I'm 'bout figures
But before I leave I hope you don't doubt there's a
deep calmer that's around in me
Like I'm a drug dealer plugged into the weed farmer
Rap NATO, plus blastin, that's fatal
You do the math and you'll have mashed your last 'tato
The big empire go within fire
The boss is so high on top it's a kickstand by him
I am, Ryan the giant spit inspire
I kill the supplier then I'm peelin the hitman hirer
I flow like none, you blow like guns
You hoes is polite as the soul of a [?] none
I'm like a Glock beam, I'm usually unseen
'Til I wanna be seen, that means one thing
So I, know I, be havin fun bein a show out
I keep my guns clean with sunscreen I'm so hot
Petrified, ain't ya? Shook to death, ain't ya?
Bitch niggaz know you told you I'm a stranger
I ain't seen fear, don't even know what it feel like
I'm out of Vice City, the nigga hood in real life
Caddy-ass niggaz'll get it, I pay the cost
to put you away while I'm golfin, look, now I'm flossin
I drive the ball then yell "war"
I mean yell "fore" right before I unveil the pale horse
Cock on sight, orgy or the duel
We doin like hoes or fo's, who will we ruin?
Askin each other to answer answered questions
Then forgets that I'll do 'em again I guess
But you ain't gotta be dumb to go it
I'm too old to show that I'm too blowed but too young to blow it
Anytime it comes to showin I runs the show when it comes to flowin
I go and becomes the poet
You know I, capitalize by blackin out on a rhythm
I visualize the action and actualize the vision
I don't have to rely on ambition to get my eye on them digits
I see how I see then get right on my business
Let me see, I'm finna choose
between losin and bein the pinnacle between eaten and eatin dinner food
to bein interviewed, and squeeze into a closet with a couple of tennis shoes
I call it bein defeated
Miniscule amounts of dough in a dual account
so your hoe can go on with you on an ounce
Sold, rounds of bottles around her mouth
There's bound to swallow countin all of them foundin fathers
You choose, gettin brains or sniffin for the coochie scent
50 G's in the chain'll glisten with the Gucci print
Basically how I move New York'll seem slow
You hood rich, how I'm livin you're pork and bean pro
I can't complain nigga I pimp the game
You went to jail nigga I went to change
Wipe off the smirk nigga we ain't the same
You came to do dirt, I came to clean
You drown from hunger, I sank from fame
You shot through windows, I paints the pane
I can't explain, nigga you ain't been trained
The same way that I have so you ain't to blame
If you ain't ashamed
You came to swing nigga I came extreme, this is my claim to fame
You claim the fame - I cop the jewel
Right 'fore you cop the jewel after I change the chains
You seem deranged, I got a thing for brains
You flee from rain nigga I reign supreme
You hang your keys up, I hang with Preme
You claimin G's up, I'm claimin king
I came to slang nigga you came to fiend
When I'm playin arenas, you came to scream
You came to bling nigga I came to shine
You came to sing nigga I came to grind
You came to bling nigga I came to shine
You came to sing nigga I came to grind

 

[fox69]

"Savages"

"Savages"


I'm barbaric to the fuck tards
I don't compare to the subpar
I'm here to see to it the mourning show
It's your funeral for your mom, plus your pa
I'm on the Russ Parr thus far, to us stars
This is just us rock, use a nigga guts for the guitars (put it on)
They getting bodied by an old nigga
Tell them nigga's their baby mamas tryin' to roll with us
I send it back, 'til you mentally raped
Trying to cut carbs, doing the butt to DeBarge
Fly nigga mayday, tryna touch Mars
Tryna get a payday like a nut bar
Tryna get my own island, fuck cars
I'm without a bus card, living in demise
The record label pimpin' him, cause the raps he be givin' 'em
He can actually deliver them and make a
Motherfuckin' ribbon in the sky
I guess I'm just a specimen with the literacy, special ability
I'm characteristically raised, for everything still paid for
Embarrassed niggas like Kimbo with the steel cage flow
No time to take it in, yet, I'm still thankful
I don't discriminate, I take it in pesos
Tryna to close my curtain, I was in Capers
Now I'm insured by the street, now my stint paid for
Stickin with the papers
Sticking to any shit that I say, bro
This is the Vince Staples
I clearly only target the bosses
Whenever we arrive at your office
I definitely body your authors
I'm Martin Shkreli, everybody audit the auction
About it and cautious, a product of losses
Living modest, dealing with problems
That the cars in his closet is costing
Niggas hearts turn into jelly the second that they have to part with their celly
Live life behind real bars
They don't know what it feels like to have a real fight
At night in the dark with your celly
Never take advice from the jealous
Watch your man, even if you got to watch him take an L'ie
You still gotta stand by him like you Omelly
The white girl got you bugging out like Liza Minnelli
My car's on fire, the tires Pirelli
I'm Martin and Eddie
Searching for Taral Hicks
Not to give her a baby, but to put a life in her belly
I'm barbaric with the nine and all
Am I in everybody's top 5? Not at all
You could find a nigga name in the ladies room
On a lot of walls, topic of vagina monologues
I write a lot of bars, that's why I'm poppin' like an adderall
I'm duplicated, more than Audemars
If you could take the beef home with you
You could make a goat out of ours
If you can take the bars and the rhymes home you can make a soap out of ours
These are breaks you had to be casted
Fatality to flattery flaccid
You bleed blood, I leak battery acid
There's no wrath that you can accurately battle me after
I'm that great
After Adam and Eve ate the apple
I evaporated, came back a cadaver
You can't assassinate me
Name: abracadabra
Guns is named Latimer
Got the little kids doing dirty things in the hood for me
I ain't talking about the same as the Vatican
If it ain't immaculate it ain't adequate
I heard your dog switching genders, ain't that a bitch
Banana clip on an automatic, take that and split
This that lyrical, acrobatic, straight savage shit

Straight savage shit
Straight savage shit
Ant Man what's up
Let's go get these niggas

The whole hip hop game need a rap lift
Surgery to the trolls and the catfish
Say my name five times, I'm showing up to your home
To your computer room and your blow up little mattress
In the big black whip
Let your bitch lick my dick sack five times and take her to Saks Fifth
Everything I say is like an 8th in a transit
And just waiting to wrap you in plastic for a rapper to come and take it and spastically pass away
She fucking with you
She definitely could fake an orgasm
She fucking with me
She definitely could take a giraffe dick
And I'm just hustling like I'm at a cabaret
Straight savage
Anywhere I'm goin' land is the exit
If it ain't lavish
I'm my own man like Stedman
I took my life into my own hands same way I take matters
Listening to Coltrane on average
With a no name bad bitch
Took her to my home, laid it down on the table
In powder same way cocaine gathers
Oops, I mean pounded her
You can either get down with us
Or let the ground come up and get you like Hank Gathers
Niggas think they've seen the things that I've seen
Just cause we on Instagram in the same glasses
Just cause we in the YSL same jacket
Doesn't mean that we're cut from the same fabric
What the fuck, is you high as hell?
You know nothing about the iron in the tire well
All you know about is the obvious shit
Like Kanye riffing or what? He'll probably yell
And I bet you probably one of the old creeps helping Kylie Jenner little body sell
Mermaids, water, good diver skills
Sandwiches in the Desert with a side of mayo
Transcriptions in the present got a lot of mail
Still getting money off the books like Galileo
I'm in the Panamera listening to Pantera
The bitch with me, sipping on caberna and [?]
I keep a narcotic in the car by the teaspoon
I give her a G-Unit, I hear she a fan of Yayo
I got to roll with a gat in the back
I get pulled over and they ask who I am
Oh, because the accent is black?
I tell them I'mma poet cause it's a dead giveaway
That I'm much more than just a Cat in the Hat
I be laughing at your guys while laughing at you
If you ask who I am nigga, I'm laughing at that
I'm a bullseye for time to laugh and attack
Kiss my ass and after that I put your ass in the crack
Speaking of crack rock, my pocket line with that
You could step on my pocket and break your momma back
Every weapon of pound I got is Floyd Mayweather
Doing a movie definitely ready to counter act
Got your bitch jumping 'round on the boat
Looking like when flounder flap
And it ain't because she found a map
We savages
If your bitch with us and you call her and she tell you that she tied up
She might be literally bound and gagged
I'm sick, I'm sick and permanent
Like the doctor opened me up and found a mask
Close me up, left inside of me an ounce of hash
I exercise for dumbbells hanging onto the gun rail
While I'm pressing up piles of cash

 

[fox69]

"Scary Movies (Sequel)"

"Scary Movies (Sequel)"


What's your favourite scary movie?
Live from the dungeon, we coming
Y'all besta be running, we coming
Y'all don't want none of this gun an'
I don't know why y'all keep frontin'
Yo
I'ma scare the socks off you
For sure the shock stops all you
Knock ya lox off and chop your watch off you
Lurking in the back like a crook in the black of the bushes
With the rats, with a axe, and the stacks of wood is
By the garage, the Mirage tracks the shadow
My weapon is large with bodies, I'm strapped for battle
My soul is in the crossroads, it hides the feeling
Somewhere deep inside the spirit to rise the killer
I'm too distant to talk
My vicious assault
Is inflicted in parts to slit you and stick in your heart
I got nothing to lose and nothing to gain
Only way I'm dying is up in flames
I'm stuck in the game
Look at you busting ya thang
Shots only get stuck in my frame
I got you not trusting ya aim
I never speak but you can hear me breathe at night
With a hunger and greed for life 'til this eve was right
I'm a true killer
A troop risen to do business
Live on a booth on a river drooped with news clippings
I only come out when it's time to run out and find
An innocent victim inside one house with blinds
I'm Freddie Kruger, Jason, and Scream chasing a dream
Looking for a scene to take to the extreme for the mean
You better carry your Uzis is rare to do me
Everybody's scared to view me, I'm Scary Movies
[Chorus x2]
Y'all want drama?
Wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers coming in with their team and carry toolies
You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
We hard hitting, directing, and starring in it
Yo niggas from the Wall don't bleed
Dirty Dozen niggas don't bleed
Royce 5-9 don't bleed
Rock City niggas don't bleed
Live from the dungeon, we coming
Y'all best be running, we coming
Y'all don't want none of this gun an'
I don't know why y'all keep frontin'
Yo
All this room in this big house you chose the attic
You running slower and slower so you froze in panic
I'm wearing a white mask, black cloak and dagger
You scatter hoping for life, grabbing ropes and ladders
Under this robe, I'm tatted up
Automatic'd up
I'm mad as fuck, I'ma kill no matter what
You - live in the wrong house, at the wrong time
You've - answered the call so you all mine
You can't put fear in the heart of the heartless
Got a list of names just don't know which one to start with
At your house, staking it out, posing as carpenters
Looking for closets and house guns with cartridges
I'm low down and stressed
I go around the rest of the house looking for Granny to throw down the steps
And when it's your turn - oh you know it's tragic
And the music in the background is so dramatic
I'm trying to lift you off your feet - hope you know gymnastics
Try to - soak the mattress with rope molasses
You try to - cover your head like a prophylactic
Next time somebody calling your phone, don't answer it
[Ring x2]
Hello? Hello?
[Hang up tone]
Yo
[Chorus x2]
Yo niggas from the Wall, don't bleed
Dirty Dozen niggas don't bleed
Royce 5-9 don't bleed
Rock City niggas don't bleed
We making names for each other like the Wayans Brothers
Rock City niggas always name each other.
Niggas got crews, don't even claim each other.
2000

 

[fox69]

"Second Place"

"Second Place"


[Intro]
Nickel. Tell em what it is
This is a world – Premiere

[Verse 1]
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]
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 ain't 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]
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]
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”

 

[fox69]

"Security"

"Security"


Security yeah yeah
Security

[Bridge]
Lemme tell y’all a story about somebody I feel was a gangster
And that’s the very same reason he ain’t here with me no mo’

[Verse 1]
He marched around the corna’ like a soldier
But not to get no on-the-mic exposure
To question me, I guess he checkin’ me
I’m feelin like I’m lookin’ at my own self in the face
As deaths destiny awaits
Us both wearin’ vests’s, us both stressed from the same pressures
Us both fuckin’ trainwreck wreckless
Guns whip out, he had a .9, I had a .40
I remember a point in time he had mine, I had his shorty
And I could cry tellin’ this story
If you can visualize a downtown crowded street
Somebody was eatin’ ‘n saw P pull out his piece
And decided to reach

[Chorus]
(Security yeah yeah)
Police rolled up on like ‘POLICE FREEZE!’
(Security yeah yeah)
Cuffed us up like nothin’
(Security yeah yeah)
Asked us what we got guns for, we told ‘em it’s for
(Security yeah yeah)
(Proof this one’s for you! I love you doody)

[Bridge]
Lemme tell y’all a story about somebody I feel was a gangster
And that’s the very same reason he ain’t here with me no mo’

[Verse 2]
He marched up out his house like a soldier, decided to titty-bar it
A lot of alcohol consumption and drug use, while out with the city’s hardest
Niggas, foldin’ money up with black face, flickin’ photos
The only thing he was missin’ was my nigga dolo
He decided to leave them and go to an after-hour
After the 4-hour,
He act crazier than Scarface after snortin’ powder
He get into it with this dude, point his piece at him
They say he shot him, problem is, I don’t believe that
And on the real I, only know shots flew
And when the smoke cleared they say he got killed by

(Security yeah yeah)
Shot my nigga like that, that
(Security yeah yeah)
Probably shoulda watched his back
(Security yeah yeah)
It’s fucked up, right?
(Security yeah yeah)
(Proof this one’s for you! I love you dude)

[Bridge]
Lemme tell y’all a story about somebody I feel was a gangster
And that’s the very same reason he ain’t here with me no mo’

[Verse 3]
I know y’all seen Beef III
And it probably made you think that I ain’t like Shady
The truth is, I was at Proofs funeral, cryin’ like a baby
I was sittin’ in the back row
With Vicious, wishin’ I can go up to Marshall,
Denaun, Swifty, Obie, Bizarre, Paul, Levaughn
And say somethin’ positive
After all the negative shit that we been through
Thinkin’ we’d talk one day if it was meant to
Reservations ’bout walkin’ up there ‘n gettin’ in the way
It’s probably better off to just pray
Thinkin’ my niggas are dyin’
It was my first time at an over 1000 people funeral with

(Security yeah yeah) R.I.P.
(Security yeah yeah) We love you, P
(Security yeah yeah) R.I.P.
(Security yeah yeah)
(Proof this one’s for you! I love you dude)

[Bridge]
Lemme tell y’all a story about somebody I feel was a gangster
And that’s the very same reason he ain’t here with me no mo’

 

[fox69]

"Shake This"

"Shake This"


[Intro: Royce]
Bein enlightened, is no longer enough
You must apply
Bein willin is no longer acceptable
You must do, make it count

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
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!

[Royce Da 5'9"]
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

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
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

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
(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

[Chorus]

[Outro: Royce]
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!