Royce Da 5'9"

[fox69]

"She's The One (Remix)"
(feat. Eminem, Project Paki)

"She's The One (Remix)"
(feat. Eminem, Project Paki)



[Eminem]
Slim Shady
Asshole

[Royce]
Any nigga wit guns, we got guns too
More heated, ready to outgun you
It's too late I already outgunned you
You was around, you know the outcome too
Let's play, lemme show you what Game is
Heartbreak, I'm showin' you what pain is
Please, I'm reppin' a 'd' homeboy
Where your guns, you steppin' to me homeboy
Royce five-nine's the name, niggaz know
And niggaz know, dealin' wit me niggaz know
Ayyo toots, how you get here, you wanna ride
I got a five in Southside, you wanna drive
Beside, I ain't got no five, you gold-digger
You wanna suga-daddy, go get you an old nigga
I got money, I'm just here to bug you girl
Can't get none, but you know I love you girl
yo

[Chorus:]

[Royce]
She the one that wanna ride hot whips, huh
Same one that ain't really got shit, huh
She want her hair done, then get her nails done
Go to Fifth Ave, just to shop for Shanell, huh

[Eminem]
She the one that ain't really got shit, huh
The little bitch that really aint got tits, huh
Fuckin slut with a chest enhanced,
Wouldn't dance if you aint pay for her breasts implants

[Eminem]
Anybody wit knives, we got knives too
More sharp, and ready to outslice you
About 5 dudes, waitin outside for you
And what's inside is coming outside you
Get me drunk, and I'll drink anything you can think
Wattup Miss. Bitch
(Yo what's up with the ring, you married?)
Shit, I'm still mingling, bitch
I just wanted to scream, this is the only finger that's it
Wattup with you, you married?
(Naww, I'm divorced)
Of course you are, you little fuckin trailer park whore
(Trailer? I don't live in no trailer. I live in a mobilization unit, for your information)
Bitch, I got a dick, wanna fuck?
Hold still, so i don't use birth control pills slut
Fuck, pump so much cum in your stomach that when I pull out
A years and a half old body, deranged baby fall out
And I ain't stayin to pay no child support
Are you playin? Be a man- bitch what you sayin?
You tryin to pull some bullshit, while I got one arm free
You want me to make this half-nelson a full?

[Chorus:]

[Royce]
Wattup boo, this is for you and your girlfriend
You bank-head, up in Detroit we Earl Flynt
Assholes get guns and flashed those
Never ever go to Detroit, we blast those

[Eminem]
Hi, my name is...

[Royce]
Royce
I'm the king
Gimme money, gimme jewels, everything
Ayyo, you with the long hair, is it yours?
I guess so, got a reciept- paid for
Got anymore lipstick? I'm sick of red
Get a perm, you nappy head, you chicken head
I know you ghetto, I ain't trying to take the ghetto out
Things about you to tell about, mellow out
I'm the one that be makin the clubs say "What"
Gettin love, and making the club say "What"
Some of you cats, hate on the low and got sick
Any sauce that got hits, not this
yo

[Chorus]

[Project Paki]
Any nigga wit guts, we got guts too
More than crazy, only want to outdo you
Damn, too late, we going after you
Go get more niggaz, you gonna need more than two
Project Paki, here to rep the east, New Jersey- I'mma rep my streets
Militainment- we soldiers y'all
Me, Slim, and Royce got you cornered y'all
The only niggaz you see on World's Wildest Police Chases
Niggaz that go wild only during court cases
Bitches go wild when they see us cum on they faces
We never discriminate, we fuck all races
She the one that I got love for
Money she won't get, I assure
She the one that think she hot
Damn, have you seen her, she is hot
High maintanence- that's her style
God I can't her out my mind, when she smile
But ain't no need to worry bout nothin
I got ten girls like her, I ain't frontin
The only thing i buy is some good clothes for her, cuz them shit is tacky
Royce got me on this, remember the name- Project Paki
so yo

[Chorus]

[Royce]
You tramp
Why you still listenin?
Don't you see, I'm dissing you
Fade me out, why would you ever play me out?
I'm cool
What do yall want from me?

[Repeat till fade]

 

[fox69]

"Shine"

"Shine"


[Intro:]
Just shine your light on the world
So shine your light on the world
No matter anywhere you go, kid
Just shine your light on the world
Don't let the money make you thirsty
Don't even let it be your goal
Just let it come and keep on working
And shine your light on the hoes
Cause I'm the hardest nigga out here
I'd rather die than live a life of fear
I know I got to be down here
To shine my light on them hoes
Hardest nigga out here
I'd rather starve than live a life of fear
I feel like God sent me down here
To shine my light on them hoes

[Verse:]
Lost in the world when me and my girlfriend meet, bless you
You know they say if you fucked her and she didn't cum
And you came, then she fucked you

Hip-hop is my house; watch my philosophies win
Around artists I stand out like I locked my keys in
I forgot my goal to twenty-one was make a classic
Walk away like Tiger with my nine iron then take the master's
They say that you get what you ask for
Well, I asked to be left alone with my pen, pad and passport
This ain't no rags to rich brag shit
In fact, it's more close to being a rich to rags story
The fabric I'm cut from's the most genuine article mankind offers
I'm like an underground landmine talking
Forks, torch, hammer and Antwan walking
And your boy's a tampon
In every store I'm anti corporate
Highest exalted, call me commercial? I'm highly insulted
This is Royce da 5'9″, my body and soul shit
All I have in this fucking globe is my shotty and flow
I'd rather let the coroner outline my body in chalk
Than let the fans order me round the clock and buy me in bulk
Fuck that shit

[Outro:]
Just shine your light on the world
So shine your light on the world
No matter anywhere you go, kid
Just shine your light on the world
Don't let the money make you thirsty
Don't even let it be your goal
Just let it come and keep on working
And shine your light on the hoes
Cause I'm the hardest nigga out here
I'd rather die than live a life of fear
I know I got to be down here
To shine my light on them hoes
Hardest nigga out here
I'd rather starve than live a life of fear
I feel like God sent me down here
To shine my light on them hoes

 

[fox69]

"Shine (Skit)"

"Shine (Skit)"


My nigga T.I.P. used this analogy, he said,
"It's like a dog barking and howling at the moon.
That dog don't even know why he barking. The moon don't give a fuck.
The moon is so far away; he can't touch the moon, he can't turn the moon off.
The moon just sits up in the sky and just shines.
Let the moon shine, dog. Let the moon shine, dog

 

[fox69]

"Soldier"
(feat. Kid Vishis, Iyana Dean)

"Soldier"
(feat. Kid Vishis, Iyana Dean)



{"Frequency..."}

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with Puff
I'm feelin like the best, nobody - bring it back
Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with Puff
I'm feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by a code we call shush
Fireman ladder flow, look at it, my bar is up
As you can see I'm a beast on the track
I'm even worse, I'm the hearse with the reef on the back
I'm like the gun at the race, son you only get one shot
My album is the finish line, here's where your run stops
'Bout to go fishin with a clip that's extended
Because your momma got a glass eye with a fish in it (haha)

[Chorus 2X: Iyana Dean]
I-I think my, niggaz is soldiers
I-I think my, bitches is gangstas
I-I think my, niggaz is soldiers
I-I think my, I-I think (HUT!)

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I get money, I get bitches, I get bored or - bring it back
I get bitches, I get money, no specific order
Filthy hit recorder, wipe or Ricky mixed with Ricky Porter
Butchie Jones mixed with Mr. Combs with the tooky aura
I'm a muh'fucker, no really I fuck mothers
I chug bottles and pass out on they La-Z-Boy
She try to leave them lil' niglets with me? Shiiit
I treat 'em all like I'm Snoop Dogg in "Baby Boy"
Leave me alone, I'm Hancock
Liquor sto' close I'm swoopin 'round hittin the second-hand spot
I don't fuck with no hoe unless she a dancer
There's no position, drug or liquor she can't try
I'm Cancer, me versus them is a landslide
If your face is fly, and your body is decent
This your inauguration the same time your impeachment
I got a lotta anger - I was hot before your first shit
Not your album, but before your momma potty trained ya

[Chorus]

[Kid Vishis]
Where my soldiers attack (it's a wrap)
Hold up - when my soldiers attack, it's a wrap
One clap'll lay you unconscious, bullets alpha-mega slap
Cock grenade here, think we scared? No way
Set yo' ass up like the cops did O.J.
Fo' spray his body make his chest explode
The barrel on the shotty wide as KRS's nose
Partner, (Buck-shot) ya
Rap like a automatic gun, lungs stoppin means you can't breathe proper
Yeah, they like I'm on some other shit
Whole clique hold heat like a oven mitt
To fuck with this you want me on wax
So I'ma tax you lil' local rappers worse than the government
Bastard - the closest you niggaz been
to a shotgun is in the car front seat passenger
How 'bout you take a trip in the trunk?
Ride to the pastor for a casket to hold ya; it's over!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Soldier's Story"

"Soldier's Story"


[Intro - Man talking w/ (Royce)]
We're in a situation, where everybody involved knows the stakes
(What up Reef) We're soldier's [echoes]
Soldiers don't go to hell, it's war

[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm horse-back on the drums, from the kick to the snare
Get them shits in the air, shit is fixin' to flair
[Spit] Spit on the beat, wrap it and ship it
Put it out, shit on the streets, that's me
Bust you in yo shit, and tell you don't you ever
That's me, I need respect, don't you better
That's me, chrome berretta, in the waistline
Of my own get up, I'm gone and still goin (*Car horn*)
That's me, you hear a pop and see a drop, I'm comin
That's me, when everybody on ya block is runnin
That's me, wit the rocks that could block the sun in
The glock that I got, got a box it come in
I'm like the fear, that Biggie and Pac is comin (Uh)
The reason why them baller boys cop them onions
That's me, 5 to the 9 doo rag be tied to the side
You could either ride with it or die

[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
Grooooom, yeah now you know a soldier's comin
He came right into yo hood, and he sold you somethin
He spit, wit a frozen flow, and he told you somethin
I think I hear a soldier's comin, that's me
Grooooom, yeah now you know a soldier's comin
You better run for it, run for it, run
Yeah now you know a soldier's comin
You better run for it, run for it, run

[Bridge - Royce Da 5'9"]
We soldier's, (We) bats, (We) chains
(We) gats, (We) game, (We) raps, (We) names
We soldier's, in the streets we keep heat
Niggas is deep, and niggas'll creep, creep

[Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9"]
Far from what you would call soft, you competing
What you would fall off, I'm beef, you call off
That's me, the one that you supposedly beef wit
That's me, we fought, but you kept it a secret
Talking bout what you gon' do when you find me and keep seeing me (Uh)
Lying like you dying to catch me, and put three in me (Uh)
Told him cut the jokes, but I guessed that he wan't hearin me (Uh)
Convince his self that he wan't fearing me
My niggas all killers, from the bottom straight to the top
Ride wit me rather know they destination or not
That's me, the baddest rap you heard in a while
Ride with the gat in the lap, convertible style
That's me, the killer that lurk in the dark
Tear up ya goddamn hood, from the church to the park
Grooooom, motherfucker, you hear that noise
You better run for it, run for it, run

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Royce Da 5'9"]
Nothin' but underground shit, comin out of my pump
Decade funk from a punk, comin out of my trunk (Uh)
Everybody wanna thug, wit them triggers they pullin
Be shootin pip-pip guns, that ain't as big as my bullets
Live from Detroit comin, to a block near you (Uh)
Real soon, somebody might get popped near you (Uh)
All you wanna do is rap, I'll be listening right
After flippin a bit difference, between a clip and a mic
I'ma soldier (Soldier) cool as I wanna be
Gun totin, talkin to hoes, rude as I wanna be
Who wants some of me, this is no problem
That I can't fix, I got a tool that I brung wit me (Uh)
Hardcore niggas your nothin (Uh)
Ben Franklin run this motherfucker, and in God I trust him (Uh)
If you ever see my guns out, I'm probly bustin
Why you niggas ridin and dying, I'll be truckin

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Outro - Royce Da 5'9"]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Royce Nickel 9, 2000
Big Reef, uh

[Man and (Woman) talking]
Beef, we soldier's, we follow codes, orders
(Soldier's they justify everything that you do)

 

[fox69]

"Something 2 Ride 2"
(feat. Phonte)

"Something 2 Ride 2"
(feat. Phonte)



[Intro/Break - Royce Da 5'9"]
This is a little something to ride to
Kick back and just catch a vibe to
I pop me a pill, I drink me another drink, if I was you

[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
I got the flyest arsenal
Clip filled to capacity, you can call me the fire marshal
I'm ape with shit, I'm on my gorilla thing, thing
Me and Preme, you can call us the guillotine team
We chop off heads, pop off lead
If it pops off, we spendin that rock star bread
We doin numbers like the box office
Nigga you ain't tryin to box, then stop talkin
I got niggaz from Watts to Boston
From New York to the Chi to Austin
So even if my eyes is off ya, other eyes is on ya
That belongs to them killers that's gon' ride up on ya, bong (bong)
It's gasoline in my tongue, Patron in my kidneys, weed in my lungs
Trigger on my index finger, handle in my palm is ringin my animal alarm
My mind is on Hannibal Lec', demand the respect
I'm takin your life unless you hand me a check

[Chorus - Phonte (Royce Da 5'9")]
I've been around, seen some things, sexed a lot of girls
I did my time but in my mind, I'm still thinkin it's my world (woo-ooo)
(I got my finger on the pulse of this music shit, I'm the truest
(woo-ooo)
Now tell me who this sick and you can swallow everything that's comin
through this dick)

[Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9"]
Reignin King of the boom bap
Bomb strapped to my chest askin "where ya goons at?"
I'm old school like a StarTek
On a voyage like Star Trek
Me unemployed is far fetched
I'm hot, I got corduroy flow
You can picture but can't shake it, the Polaroid show
I book niggaz for shows and put niggaz in comas
So I hope that you niggaz is roamers
'Cause my niggaz is Ryders like Winona
But we just tryin to have a "Good Time" like Willona
I'm a zoner, all I do is zone out like a stoner
As far away as Estonia
I'm a sucker for a good suckin
So tell ya bitch that's it's best if she investin with this good luckin
Mami would you rather fly over niggaz heads or keep your ass in the
hood duckin?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Royce Da 5'9"]
Pardon my French, talk English
Steal your job, the discount is the five fingers
That's why Preme is the head not King
My drive's on my toes, I got my Bedrock swing
"Street Hop" is a culture
I rock with the vultures to make bread with the opposite toaster
I'm Py-reckless, I'm kitchen, equip sickenin
And my neckless is glistenin, it's expensive
So don't mention your ice whenever you mention my rhymes (why?)
'Cause my pencil is priceless
So what you runnin for?
Nigga I'm comin for you, if I'm the hyphen, then you the underscore
True and I'm lawless packin
I ain't no designer but I got a flawless jacket, whoa
After (Boom), this afternoon
It's night, night, when me and Preme come back for more

[Chorus]

[Break]

 

[fox69]

"Something's Wrong With Him"
(feat. Carlos "6 July" Broady)

"Something's Wrong With Him"
(feat. Carlos "6 July" Broady)



[Royce Da 5'9" + (6 July)]
Uhh, yeah, my conference calls with 'Los and Kino
consists of - (Nigga tone it down, there's way too much killin)
Of course I ignore 'em, a poor man talk
I don't give a fuck if I throw my poor fans off
Pathetic war done entered my brain and permanently changed me
Now I'm angry so FUCK a metaphor
FUCK hip-hop, hip-hop sucks!
You got, niggaz on top swingin from 2Pac's NUTS!
It's like, I could go in the lab
and try to write somethin that's nice or bright but I will be holdin back
My scripture's in the dark
Deep-rooted soldier inside my soul, uncontrollable temper like "The Hulk's"
My wife don't like my album, it's way too dark for women
She say it sound like I hold grudges
She rather listen to Joe Budden's, no disrespect aight?
But FUCK a party now and everybody like

[Chorus: Royce + (6 July)]
(What's wrong witchu nigga? Every song you killin)
(Every rhyme you spit is violently put)
Lethal, BUT - I have no problem
with puttin this gun down and beatin yo' ass up
I was taught rhyme from the heart, they will feel you
I like the dark, you cut on them lights, I will kill you
(Something's wrong with him)

[Royce Da 5'9" + (6 July)]
(Just like his pops
He don't give a fuck if you like him or not
He's a major problem) I will slap yo' ass in church
And apologize to Jesus later, punk!
Why am I hot and you not, and why is you rich?
And why I ain't got SHIT in my pocket but lint?
This ain't rap no mo', this not a flow
This is beef, there's a couple street niggaz that got to go (bloaw!)
My name is Nickel (haha) I'm from the suburbs (yeah!)
It's only a ten-minute drive to come and get you (yeah)
TIRED of you hoes
I will slap snot side-ways outta ya nose, PARTNAH! (partnah!)
I know we got drama
But I will still show up at your funeral and hug yo' ugly-ass momma
Everybody wanna know why the flow is so bad
(Why is you so mad?) Everybody askin

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm a natural since - I wrote "Black Girl"
I hope that you don't think
that I won't smack yo' bitch
Cause I will clap her if she happen to be witchu, when I kill you
You can get ideas, nobody compares you thugs
I will put out the bub on top of yo' head
This .22 rifle, be shootin them bouncin bullets
The enter into your head and exit out yo' foot
Ride off as soon as my clip turns, you click and
[click click, BOOM] them choppers is lookin for eyeballs (yeah)
You could bring yo' roughest toughest thug
that's jealous just tell him to touch me, I will fuck him up!
I will knock his ass OUT
And if I can't beat him I will grab my heater and POP his ass!
FUCK yo' life, stripes I will shock yo' hood
And I ain't never dyin, knock on wood - whattup 'Los?

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Startercoat"

"Startercoat"


[Intro:]
(Mr. Porter)
Ryan Daniel Montgomery
5'9"
July 5, 1977
Detroit, Michigan
Porter, you a real nigga, man

[Verse 1:]
It all started with a Starter coat
The starter pistol got us out the momma jokes
The house party finally started, now it's time to go
Get some pussy sponsored by the barber and a bar of soap
I'm stealing cars with illogical
But on the bright side, they taught us how to drive 'em doe
We used to tilt them bitches with screw drivers
So I'm kinda used to being at the bottom of your columns, ho
But the Billboard list was kinda comical
How the fuck was it designed and chronicled
I can see it now for sho'
Bunch of [?] from a buncha artists with a timeless flow
Gettin' trampled over on a 20 year old blogger flow
If 'Pac ain't on your list then you ain't fuckin' logical
I'm talkin' other shit, not no fuckin' 504
What you gon' tell me when I tell you 'Pac introduced me to the UNLV Starter coat
It all started with a Starter coat
Wonderin' why Brenda threw that baby in the garbage fo'
On my way to cop my navy blue Starter coat
It all started with a Starter coat
The starter pistol kept niggas out here from startin' smoke
Without it I'd be dead or be an artichoke
The 9 iron armor in the heart of gold
Nobody witchu nigga that's the Art of War
Do not forget you fuckin start it doe
(Woah, what kinda coat is that?) Starter coat

[Bridge:]
I grew up with three brothers
As soon as I was born my mom collapsed
And I had to be hooked up to a ventilator

[Verse 2:]
Now a nigga shining doe
Growing up a gave a lotta niggas shiners doe
I gave a lot of people my respect
Daddy taught me that one growing up
He threw me through a shower door
I used to wonder why my uncle looking startled fo'
Crawlin' around all on the ground like his heart is broke
I found out he got a crack problem and he thought he dropped a couple particles
Well I'm a fucking alcoholic so
Who am I to judge I'm just honorable
I be temporarily in love when I'm inside a ho
I'm a pure artist I don't need to see the charts to know the art is under our control
Highs, lows, problems, pain, drama that's what's optimal
I guess I'm just the best at thanking God and feeling awesome doe
Cause I survived the era of the Starter coat
It all started with the Starter coat
I lost my virginity aboard the fucking Bible boat
I ain't graduate on time
I ain't go to college so
A couple friends of mine did
Other friends of mine dead
I'm fuckin reminded
Just because I made the most money
That don't mean I went the farthest doe
I hope my college friends reminded
You got the keys that don't mean you the smartest doe
Mo' money, mo' problems
I lost plenty mo' marbles on my marble floor
Then I left in my Starter coat
What they taught us that was all a joke
You may not got a lotta dollars at least you got a post
I'm arguing with Satan screaming "I don't barter souls!"
Please don't take my memories of me and my Starter coat

[Outro:]
What kind of coat is that? Starter coat
What kind of coat is that? Starter coat
What kind of coat is that? Starter coat
What kind of coat is that? Starter coat

 

[fox69]

"Street Hop"

"Street Hop"


[Woman talking]
Nickel.
The M.I.C. bitch
(Statik)
You show off
Verse one
[Verse One]
I've been a monster bitch
My shit been bonkers
The flow been conquered
Hoes I been pompous (Smash Squad)
I've been conceited but I don't 5-0
I haven't been shot up either and I ain't from Chicago
When I enter the center stage the show's over
Minutes later the floor is frozen, a Rolls, rolls up
I'm demonstratin' a coke flow but I'm so sober
The original (Renegade) before Hova
They like, "Damn, why ain't Dre ever get him?
He seem like so much anger and pain represent him."
Eminem himself will tell you I'm the only nigga livin'
That done ever spanked him on the same record with him
Your man's gettin' jealous
Cause what I'm spittin' is sicker than his single
He got to think of a dance just to sell it
This is street hop to the fullest
To them real niggas out there on the corner beat boxin' with bullets
Niggas that be trigger packin'
Pop lockin' with glocks
Could aim well enough to shoot the zippers off your Thriller jacket
Me, I'm the illest rapper
Since every rapper killin'
From here on out, you can call me Shottie The Killer Capper
These record labels just manufacture shit
Like the pimp game homie, I'm here to snatch yo bitch
Got a fist game on me that ain't an afro pick
Try that ying yang on me, I'll handy cap you quick
[Woman speaking]
Verse two
[Verse Two]
Usually I play the two or three I been ballin'
Bitch, losin' me is like the Piston's losin' Ben Wallace
I'm to Detroit like what Souljah Slim is to Chopper City
So losin' me is like musically losin' Pac or Biggie
I'll be your ass, leave you with your mouth piece wired
Losin' pounds in the hospital, be quiet
Til you finally come up out that coma, boney
Lookin' like somebody put you on the South Beach Diet
If you hearin' me spit it, it's soundin' like the king died
Trippin' when I kick it, it's soundin' like my strings tied
I put the clip in and pull it
And woof
Woof
Listen, the pistol is soundin' like Hakeem's bride
And you don't wanna beef nigga cause my arm's be
All through Cali and Miami like a palm tree
My crew be
In New York or New Jerz usually
With tools to recognize you as who is you?
Excuse me
You don't wanna fool with the etiquette or the Uzi
I'll put you in the credits that's at the end of the movie
I pity your mother
She never seen you in a magazine
For the obituary I give you the cover
(Smash squad)
So when I'm rhymin' with ya
I'm Ving Rhames of the pimp game
I play the same role as Tiny Lister
Again and again
The Debo of the type cast
When I TiVo the mag they be showin' the white flag
So sit at the table and get it like it's digital cable
I torture you into talkin' to me till it get's fatal
Fuck with you till I put you out of your misery
With a silence or I'ma just muffle it up with a potato
[Scratch Outro]
"This is street hop" - Nas 'Made You Look'
DJ Premier on the cut
"Six July" on the beat

 

[fox69]

"Street Hop 2010"

"Street Hop 2010"


[Royce Da 5'9"]
{C'mon!} I smoke good like a Rasta mon
All around me I'm on point like a octogon
I'm the optimum
I'ma be eatin until my belly stick out as far as the Octo-mom's
I'm an abomination
I'm an anomaly in conversation, I'm honorin confrontation
With a dime doin dominatrix on her
Disrespect me I'll wet you like condensation
Water (water) I'm a mixture
between Chris Brown and Chris Jericho, where's your daughter?
... I'm more than y'all can handle
At the Grammy's I'll send an Indian girl to the podium
to say "No thank you" like, Marlon Brando
The Oscars, "The Godfather"
Our father, you should praise me
I got some syphilis nunchucks wearin a AIDS key
That mean I'm sick when I kick SHIT!
Come to my concert get some SARS on the tip of your TIC-KET!
Hehe... I'm super cold
I don't spit, I shit, on your whole team
These niggaz think I'm from Cleveland
It's somethin the way I be, droppin the Browns off at the Superbowl
Game time, nigga let's hit the sto'
And if I gave a FUCK, this is where the hook would go
This is Street Hop, no rules
The rest of y'all niggaz watered down like old dudes
I'm willin to do what you won't do, I'm old school
I'm a mac, I punch rappers cause I'm (Pro-Tools)
I hit your Pause button, I cease frontin
You don't start nothin, it still might be somethin
You don't want nothin, you might have somethin
If I go over your head it's cause your ass duckin
FUCK the underground
I rhyme for them fly motherfuckers that's up, that ain't tryin to dumb it down
FUCK radio, FUCK video
I live by the Bust' (Scenario), what the dealio?
You could stop listenin, right now
I'm pussy eatin with bitches, I put the dyke down
Cause I'm a diamond, I'm llama rhymin, you Ramadan-in
Simon says that in my prime I'm here
Everywhere I go it's a crime there
While you on-lookin at me in the lawn chair
Cocaine (cocaine) propane (propane)
I'm a livin degenerate of the dope game
Relate to it - though you thought you probably couldn't
put a face to the opposite of how the FAKE do it
I'm hip-hop's savior, the old faithful
Sick shit, stop you off that liquid like brake fluid
This is Street Hop (Street Hop)