Royce Da 5'9"

[fox69]

"T.O.D.A.Y."
(feat. Ingrid Smalls)

"T.O.D.A.Y."
(feat. Ingrid Smalls)



[Ingrid Smalls]
Na na na.
Hoooooooooooh-oooooooooh-ooooooooh, no no no

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah.. uhh, uhh
I done been in this game for years, it made me an animal
I learned that nobody else can be held accountable
but you for your career, not your manager, face it
Even he can fuck up a relationship
I learned it don't matter who's spittin better
While these rappers kill each other, them Jews they stick together
like glue; and generate more money than FUBU
For somethin made 'for you by you'
Every hip-hop nigga listen and wishin he had your style
to go against you if you rip him and pass him by (yeah)
A mastermind is somebody who's actually kind
to everybody, and try to see every autograph is signed
The humblest way to look at your career
is every nigga in here is one hit away
Yeah, whatever goes around in rap
happens to not come back to me, and I ask you

[Chorus: Royce + (Ingrid Smalls)]
(If I was to die today
Wouuuuuld you pick me up because I'm down and out, na na na)
"T" - represents the 'time' when my hope, fades
"O" - is just a sign 'on' my mind on my broke, days
(Hoooooooooooh-oooooooooh-ooooooooh)
"D" - is for the 'dangerous' way that the flow, stray
"A" - represents the, 'answer' to the question I'm askin (no no no)
"Y" is it today I should (DIE!)

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Damn, right after one quick summer
Am I Young MC or a one-hit wonder?
Is it a following that supports me
BET, MTV, or "E! True Hollywood Story"?
Can I hold my own
and rap without havin to go back to Pharrell or Poke & Tone?
Can a married man still appeal to broads
knowin everything he's spittin from here on in gon' be raw?
Can a nigga simply spit that real shit
just for niggaz that feel me, or will the system kill me? (uhh)
If I drop this album and it sells
and the next one don't top it, will it be considered a failure?
If I had to drop outta the limelight for a while
Would you still mob me? Hell naw!
You would not give a fuck about me
If I worked a regular job, I don't even gotta ask y'all

[Chorus]

[Ingrid Smalls]
We just wanna see you survive
Anytime you wanna talk, maybe either one of y'all
Wanna give a holla this way (yeah)
Every lady involved, is rootin for the underdog
You don't let him die today, no!
Oh no - we ain't tryin to see
You go - I want you here beside me
I don't want it to change - don't DIE!

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Now as far as my weaknesses
I have a hard time competin the chart and on SoundScan
The media base, I respect Dre for teachin me that
Money is easy to make, but hard to keep
As far as my nigga 'Los, I love him
He showed me you can do a dope album with no budget
Yeah, with lethal rhymes - they get that
he brought you into the game, he can take you out outta people's minds
Yeah (DIE!) Those who feel my career will die
Those who choose to leave me behind
Are confused cause they don't hear me cry; rather ya ears
is ready or not, I know you can hear me now like Mary J. Blige
I will take the shit
I will burn yo' bridges and I ain't talkin 'bout our relationship
What goes around comes around with every person
Rather it's life or rap whatever, "Death Is Certain"

[Chorus]

[Ingrid Smalls]
Hoooooooooooh-oooooooooh-ooooooooh
No no no..

 

[fox69]

"Tabernacle"

"Tabernacle"


Yeah
I wanna share some shit with y'all
All truth, all truth
Like I'm standing inside a Tabernacle
I promised not to lie in not one of these verses
I started out as a battle rapper
All I knew was Maxells, ADATs, DATs and gats
My name is Ryan Daniel Montgomery
Recovering alcoholic, I grew up on 9 Mile
I'm not a gangster, drug dealer or thug nigga
Just an MC who made a name with his rhyme style
Sometime around '95 I found my calling
And that all coincides with the time that I found my darling
Now later on in the story I tell you her significance
But now let's talk about me, specifically
Three brothers and one sister see
My daddy taught me consistency with his fucking patterns
Hallelujah I'm the son of a addict
My addiction was music
All I would do is go to the studio and The Shelter
And listen to Redman and Heltah Skeltah
Aye y'all remember that one joint from the Heltah Skeltah album called...
Sean Price be like, "I'm not sure any..." yeah that was my shit. I used to bump that shit all day.
By this time I knew I wanted to be an artist, I didn't want to be anything else.
You know, but my mom had plans for me, she wanted me to go to school, so you know
To make mom's happy
I took some general courses in college
Took the bus until I got hella bored with that
Because the bus stop I had to walk to
Was right across from the first studio I ever recorded at
Now I would have to assume that
It was either meant for me to be rapping
Or meant for me to be laughing at God's
Geographical humor
As soon as I stepped foot in the open-mic it was like a reunion
I was a shoe-in
I met Kino there too
And he asked me to manage me
And that was back in like, let me see
'97, my girl was pregnant
Hurdles was prevalent
And it was therapeutic just for me to breathe into my mic
Started learning why the lord put certain people in my life
And the way he started blessing me, uh
I guess before my inner-demons got the best of me
Like sneezing was my vice
Needless to say that December 29th was the day I became a believer in fate
Okay now it's December 28th, my day has gone great. Kino booked me a show under contract to do that night.
I got a call from my girl's people saying she's in labor in the hospital right now, 9th floor.
I get on the elevator. Elevator stops on the 5th floor, elevator opens up, my uncle's standing there crying.
Now I'm caught off guard, I'm like, what the fuck?
My uncle standing there like "Ryan, they that way"
I walk out, I see my momma and that entire side of my family
Looking like there's some kind of drama happenin'
I said "what happened"
They like "Granny's been in a bad accident, and it ain't looking good"
I'm like "man, what?"
I'm having a baby four floors up
Before I froze up
I'm trying to figure out why the Lord chose us
Or maybe chose me
To ride in this emotionally roller coaster
My momma said "the baby here yet?"
I said "maybe"
She said "maybe? Baby, go see"
I walk away feeling like a good father, the same time as a terrible son
Get to my girl she 5 centimetres dilated so I waited
She got to get to 'bout nine 'til it's that time
And meanwhile I'm more popular in this hospital than the doctors
Nurses watching, whispering like "that's the one right there
Who got a lady in labor 9 and another lady dying on 5"
By this time I don't even fuckin' remember that I got a show. Somebody had to remind me.
The doors was already open at the venue. I got emotions runnin' every which way.
All the nurses and stuff is like, "We'll keep you posted about the baby, we'll keep you posted about your granny."
I didn't like seeing my mama like that, so I had to get out of there
Yeah, I hit the stage at 11:50, killed it
I got off at about midnight
With about six types of different emotions floatin' around inside me
Hopeless, tryna find me
Hopin' in time God'll guide me
In the future, just as I was about to leave out
I saw Kino talkin' to Marshall and then he introduced us
We talked about collaboratin' and how chasin' this rap thing is aggravatin'
But I'll get back, I got the family waitin'
I get to skatin'
As soon as I get to the hospital they tell me that my granny didn't make it
She just died, I'm feelin' helpless, it hurt me
On the flip side, my little boy is healthy in the nursery
I picked him up, looked in his eyes for the first time and just cried
Ain't no denyin' this is the power of God
I said, "I love you, Granny" and looked to the sky
Like even though he just got here, goodbye
This is how the story goes
Powerful day
Powerful day
Most significant day in my life. I mean aside from meetin' my man Marshall, my son bein' born and my granny dying on the same day.
My grandma didn't live anywhere near that hospital. I learned a lot this day.
I learned that the universe has this way of balancing itself out.
For me to lose such a beautiful soul in my granny, and gain such a beautiful soul with my first born son, little Royce, it showed me that God is real.
God is real. And you know what they say: God giveth, God taketh away

 

[fox69]

"Take His Life"

"Take His Life"


What...what...yo...
(Take his life) all these niggaz wana do is talk
(Nigga take his life) fuck around and run into some real niggaz
(Take his life) don't these niggaz know it's not a game
(Nigga take his life) don't make me put this bullet in your frame

(Take his life) all these niggaz wana do is talk
(Nigga take his life) fuck around and run into some real niggaz
(Take his life) don't these niggaz know it's not a game
(Nigga take his life) don't make me put this bullet in your frame

We detroit niggaz
The illest breed of niggaz to breathe
Detroit niggaz Kill on the street
Kill an mc
Kill on the beat
Kill on the creep
Kill in my sleep
Kill with my peeps
Kill a nigga
Ha! kill with my heat
Got them not moving their lips like ventriloquists
Issue the hit empty the clip until his ten becomes six
Trampoline you off your feet in the form of flips
Fill him with lead got him writing his name with his dick
I got niggaz like it's a walk to school worth my goods
I got niggaz pumping for blood in the heart of your hood
The fact remains you're better off praising our name
Beef with us that'd cost about your life in change
Fuck that all y'all strange niggaz to me
Fuck that my niggaz'll hang niggaz for me
You living or dying? nigga you know I'm gripping the iron
For the drama your man is a bitch and I'm itching to try him

[Chorus x2]

I promise to live on the side of the tracks
Where witnesses is frequently trading shoes for ? tags
We want war so we coming to get it in blood
And we ain't leaving without something to put in the mud
Pleading for your life with more one-liners than rhyme fights
Backfire on niggaz who don't handle their mind right
Shine bright and we straight thug niggaz with problems
Just making it known long as we got them then y'all got them
Got it listen that's your brain talking to you
You did what i said you'd do look what I led you to
I'm above your hood so i can dead you too
You living in the belly of the beast that I fed you to
I know it's cold go to the light they calling for you
Be a man set an example what a baller would do
Him and all his crew can fall in to
The wrath of the 17 shot exposure I told you!

[Chorus x2]

Size you up six feet couple inches
Sneak attack a cat who naps with slow senses
Red dot gun cocked picture me missing
Aim precise steady hand and start spitting
I'm hard hitting and ready to disregard living
I call life hell I call bars prison
You all off rhythm trying to ball wit' him
Worse off, trying to brawl wit' him all fall victim
Slow down guy before your brakes fall off
And you crash into something that ain't that soft
You ain't that raw gun in your face what's up now?
Pleading to make it right you need to say goodnight

[Chorus to fade...]

[Royce 5'9"]
? wise guy
What nigga'

 

[fox69]

"Taxi Driver"

"Taxi Driver"


[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm the taxi driver
Ridin around with me and my thoughts
In the back seat behind me speakin
to me while I'm drivin, I'm hearin them talk
to me sayin where they wanna go
Soon as they get in, they close the do'
And then I cruise to wherever we ridin
Wherever you can imagine from coast to coast

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I got a foot on the gas, I got my eye on the road
With an open mind as I roll, hopin to spy on my soul
I lose control, pull up to a liquor sto' then get blowed
Ridin down skid row, feelin kind of miserable
I been the same since my enemies came
You played a game, you get a foul, the penalty's pain
Though I got a pen full of poison, the venom is fame
The light changes, I take a right on Memory Lane
And see, a couple niggaz on the corner chillin
Lookin more and more familiar closer to 'em I get
I pull up, hit the locks, they open the door
And hop in and say they names is Hip and Hop
So I grin, pretend I don't know 'em for shit
I ask, "Ay homie, why they call you Hip?"
He says - [imitating 2Pac] "I'm hip-notic, hip-ocritical
I could say (Dear Mama) and wonder why they call you bitch
I seen drama, I step to the odds lookin at death in the eyes
They probably MURDER ME, check my disguise
You see it's money over bitches, bitches bring lies
Money bring trouble and trouble wanna FOLLOW ME!
Drop me on the corner of Flamingo and Koval
And remember (All Eyez) on you"
Then I come to a stop
He exits the car, so I leave and I hear SHOTS

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm the taxi driver

Ridin with one passenger left
About to catch a left after I catch my breath
Peelin past them times where niggaz blast them nines
Paranoid, done already lost half my mind - I'm high!
Thinkin like what if the feds try to out me?
I pull up to a stop on a red light at South Street
I catch a parade goin by, full of rappers and snappers
A Cadillac float full of trapsters
Carryin a sign sayin "It's Our Time"
I wave sayin I would never diss y'all grind
So I'm waitin at the stoplight, South Street is jumpin
I look back at Hop like, people call you Hop, right? (Yes!)
After that, he's like - [imitating Notorious B.I.G.] "It's a green light
You can weave right through, if you got keen sight
Then make you a right then, head for the valley
I'm (Going Going to Cali Cali), uhh
Trust me, (Mo Money Mo Problems)
Especially when you built for the stars
You rather be, drivin yo' taxi than killed for the car
So drop me on the corner of Wilshire Boulevard"
I take him to the place he requested
I tell him thanks for the message, the cab shakes when he exits
I pull off (Hypnotized) then hear SHOTS
And then my engine DIE soon as they kill Hop

[Interlude: Royce]
What's on your mind?
Who's in your back seat?
Do you go off your own thoughts?
Are you even drivin your own car?
I know what you thinkin, "This nigga sayin Hip-Hop is dead"
Don't take song like I'm sayin we lost Hip-Hop
Take it like I lost my mind

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm the taxi driver

 

[fox69]

"The Banjo"
(feat. Conway, Westside Gunn & Styles P)

"The Banjo"
(feat. Conway, Westside Gunn & Styles P)



[Royce Da 5'9":]
Die, bitch, die, hoe
New God flow, no I go
Diablo, why, hoe?
Why, bitch, do time tick?
Think about it, you die slow
If not you die quick
I’m sicker than Theraflu
Wickeder than a kick over headstone
Sippin' on redrum
After I'm finished just swimmin' inside of the dead pool
After I'm finished just inflictin' on the guy a despicable head wound
Nothin' is important, but to import tons
On my fourth run while I'm eatin' lunch with my forked tongue
I swing this motherfuckin' barrel loose
I don't fuck with knives, nigga, I'm Sardo Numsie
Y'all niggas call the police on my people regardless
Rock a bye with my piece then call it Keisha in Harlem
I'm the highest of all beings, my eye is the all-seeing
Dribblin' fireballs with lion paws for my audience

What if the Devil played the banjo?
What if he invited you out on the dance floor?
There's one of six million different ways this can go

[Westside Gunn & Conway:]
Ayo, your fishscale Fisher-Price
First shot killed a nigga, but I hit him twice
My trigger finger itchin' like it was lice
Sent the white in a pot with the ice, whipped it nice
Hurricane whipped the whole slag
Fiend hit the glass, hit his ass, you know the math
I toe tag me a nigga, you know I spaz
I throw a bag to my young nigga, he'll get it over fast
G-wag, 24 karat
Silencer on the Mac 12, you ain't even hear it
Lightning strikin' on the Neil Barrett
Fuck nigga don't get embarrassed
Fuck your two Sarah's out in Paris
Bitch nigga, your life, you better cherish
Ten shooters show up to your show just to air it
Griselda, the dinner place swingin'
Body in the Bentley truck, shit reakin'

[Royce Da 5'9":]
What if the Devil played the banjo?
What if he invited you out on the dance floor?
There's one of six million different ways this can go
(So go fast)

[Styles P:]
Eyes are the windows to the soul, what your secret is?
Once had to battle the reaper, and I ethered him
No tellin' what I'll sing on the mic, he got reefer in 'em
Ghost guts, I can see a ghost, and speak to 'em
Buildin' with the dead like every other night
And I never write a rhyme, I recite my other life
You thinkin' this a verse, but it's more of a testimonial
So flow, up in the zone, only the lonely know
Thinkin' I'm geekin', but I'm reachin' my dead homies, though
Told 5'9 if I have a nine to five
I'll line rappers with the nine and rob em five times
Every day, seven days a week, call it crime time or
Thirty-five licks, nigga, that's a prime rhyme
Fightin' Bruce Lee's demon, but I'm agin' like fine wine
You don't understand me
Cause you don't stand under the code that mean family
Ghost is uncanny

[Royce Da 5'9":]
What if the Devil played the banjo?
What if he invited you out on the dance floor?
There's one of six million different ways this can go

 

[fox69]

"The Most Interesting Man In The World (Skit) #2"

"The Most Interesting Man In The World (Skit) #2"


[Royce Da 5'9"]
Nigga I got a special hearing aid [laughter]
Made out of the little piece of ear
Mike Tyson bit off Evander Holyfield
AND!!
Every time me and my girlfriend get into a fight
Oscar De La Hoya promote it [more laughter]
... how you like that?

 

[fox69]

"The Most Interesting Man In The World (Skit) #4"

"The Most Interesting Man In The World (Skit) #4"


[Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm the most interesting man in the world
I got a motherfuckin hepatitis Louis Vuitton bag
made out of Dennis Rodman's LIPS
... and I'm drinkin Dos Equis
MMMUAH!

 

[fox69]

"The Warriors"
(feat. Slaughterhouse)

"The Warriors"
(feat. Slaughterhouse)



[Intro:]
Check the scene, pappas
Slaughterhouse, still standin
There was a murder last night
and the shit didn't really sit right with me
So I had to tell a story
Ohhhhhhhhh baby!
Blood on the walls, {?}

[Joe Budden]
America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip-Hop's only shining star in the night's air
Right here, don't fight fair, what I write yeah
Might there, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair
I been where you tryin to be, I'm already hot
All about cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rock
They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock
Kicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock
I'm goin for the kill, focused on a steady plot
John Wilkes the Booth like when he dead aimed his nezzie shot
You listenin to hip-hop's finest
You rewind this, Slaughterhouse behind this

[Joell Ortiz]
I like rap, this shit is cool, I'm better than mad niggaz
But I'm just as good a crack pitcher as a pad ripper
I say that to say this
Don't let mad liquor turn me to a bodybag zipper and not a ad-libber
Couple joints ago I was right on that ave wit'cha
Mad bigger than the cats David Tyree had last winter
I'm not a made-up character
That's a Puerto Rican Brooklynite with two kids y'all see in them mag pictures
And however I gotta feed 'em I will
All they ever gon' need in life is just, me and my will
Interfere with that it's gon' be more than a beat that I kill
Disrespect with an indirect and you will see if I'm real

[Crooked I]
Fuck you blood-suckin parasites
I'm bringin the terror right in front of your parents' sight
You parents' eyes, and yeah I wear a pair of pipes
I wear 'em like Sega like on a pair of thighs
I'm Eric Wright, I'm (Ruthless), I terrorize
You'll either perish or be paralyzed; I'm a thousand degrees Fahrenheit
I'm even keepin them heaters when we perform
On stage rockin like we from Korn, the people roar
What they don't know it's a secret war
inside of a rider I'm seekin revenge on the world for bein born!
And the desert eagle is "mi amor"
She'll fuck you to death, blow your brains, either or cause she a whore

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Allow me to reassure your stripe's worthless
Like a pair of Diadora's when it leaves the Adidas store
Don't be comparin us to rappers
Compare us to the Arabs, this a terrorist attack, uh - BOOM!
Lord have mercy, we here to destroy EVERY-thing
You niggaz is butter in front a FUCKIN machete swing
Motherfucker I'm fly, I ain't no scary goon
Try me and I guarantee you I'ma see you very soon
Leave a nigga ass out like Prince, take his bitch
Put my (Graffiti Bridge) right (Under Her Cherry Moon) (woo!)
We notorious, pushin them Porsches
Y'all niggaz the orphans; US, we the warriors

[Interlude: unknown woman]
Ohhhhh, wait a minute papis
Royce, slow down baby

[Joe Budden]
This rap shit is a workout on my legs (why?)
A nigga goin hard on his bike but two million dudes is jumpin on the pegs
They know when that raw shit get recorded
Either let your speakers enforce it or lay down in a moshpit
Of course it's the bosses, actin like officers
Runnin in these corporate offices
Hungry lookin for a four-course dish no matter what the cost is
Like the world's lawless so we don't know what remorse is
Cause the V need like a thousand horses
Slaughterhouse hoodie on, that's my new couture shit
It's Jumpoff! He be the best
Computers rank me number 1, blame the BCS
It's they fault nigga

[Joell Ortiz]
Ask about your boy, I'm nice with my hands
Maybe that's why, every last thing I write is a jam
Minus the fans, the flights to Japan, I am the man
Anyone who feel they could see me is in dire need of a eye exam
My mind expands wider than the fanbase of a fire band
And what I release from my diaphragm
sticks to you, like the wrists of Spiderman
Fool a average listeners what you liars can do but you will die a scam
When I die they will retire my entire hand
for years of scripted whoop-ass, makin intruders try a can
I guess the moral of the story is Joell's victorious
And e'rything's all gravy like Notorious

[Crooked I]
I left a nigga dead cause he said he was ready for I
Let the Beretta give him wings since he said he was fly
I'm in my Chevy ridin to "Bar Exam" and "Mood Muzik"
They the closest to "Reasonable Doubt" and "Ready to Die"
Crooked I, watch for snitches and wire devices
My fo'-fifth, fire in crisis, lift you higher than prices
All my ice, and on the mic, I am the nicest
Me and my bitch ride for life like Osirus and Isis
Yeah, word to Run-D.M.C. I'm (Tougher Than Leather-face)
Never threw a gun in the trash but they call me Weapon Waist
It's like you movin from the projects to the Hamptons
The way my hammers be sendin bastards to a better place

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Let me set it straight, they fans been led astray
Niggaz keep gassin with guns with unleaded spray
They don't know they one flow, one medic away
From bein taken away from here in the leaded state
I handle all of my serious issues with metal
I stick you so deep in the earth your zipper can tickle the devil
I'm skippin the pick and the shovel
I'm pickin you up and I'm shovin your head in the mud until your kickings is level
Pardon I live for the moment, you rhymin I give the atonement
like the Indians, I scalp and I wig the opponent (yeah)
But I'm a chief, matter fact I'm a BEAST
I'm a motherfuckin Slaughterhouse G
BOOM!

 

[fox69]

"They Don't Make Them Like This Anymore..."

"They Don't Make Them Like This Anymore..."


Uhh, they say the clock's tickin
Mines is under my bed, yeah that's where I keep it
I'm just layin next to some edible vagina
I'm tryin to show this bitch that I get better over time
I hope you know a gentleman issue, dependin on his mood
He'll throw a few scraps to his ratchet fam then get in a suit
A hat and go clap at you, while you at Jidenna, oh that's "Classic Man"
I'm givin passes in exchange for weight
And by-passes I mean gastric fam
By "pass" I mean I'll pass, cause these niggaz groupies, tran
They givin roofies to fans, I'd rather invite over Karrueche Tran
Answer the door with some lil' Bootsy playin
We ain't really hearin you niggaz sittin on dubs
I got my ear to your car window, I still don't understand
What do you be sayin? Could you please, move that lil' piece of shit out the way
so I could take the piss? By the way
What are y'all competin for? If I could just be honest
My wifey fuckin gorgeous, and if I ain't fuckin Rihanna
then, what the fuck I'm cheatin for?
If this movie I'm livin's for your viewin pleasure then I can't really be no whore
Cause they don't make 'em like me no more
They don't make 'em like me no more
Yeah, that's opportunity knockin
I'm standin where it might be your door
To say to you that they don't make 'em like me no more
May God bless anyone against this conquest, y'all hire muscle like I'm pressed
Like I ain't out here walkin 'round like I'm a one-man arm press
I'm just in the zone
I said "less talk," not "let's talk," let's just get it on
Who the best out right now? Just get 'em on the phone
Tell him I don't want much, I just wanna tell 'em that I plan to come and kill 'em
I'ma probably talk to him soft like Liam Neeson like I'm bein decent
I'm PRhyme, I'm Slaughterhouse, I'm B.M.E.
I'm sorta like 'Pac in the vest, I got no fear in me cause, I done been to hell and back
So many times that I think I'd seen the smile on the, face of the reaper
So don't waste your time prayin to your creator
Too late, he can't make ya like me bruh
Nah, they don't make 'em like this no more
That's opportunity knockin
I'm standin there like this your door
To say to them that they don't make 'em like this no more
This ain't the standard ops you niggaz done ran across
I'll send my little man across
the street, he'll stop squeezin 'til somethin pops
into your head like a random thought
I don't care for drama
I'd rather terrorize you, chase you 'round your city like you Sarah Connor
and I'm the Terminator, I'm wearin Ferragamo
the same time that the devil's wearin Prada
Why would you and I compare albums?
I got your life in the palm of my hands, layin it down is all I'm thinkin 'bout
And newsflash, niggaz is frauds, it's all a act
When he tough with the talk, he don't go out in traffic, he know I'll slap him
He know I'll snatch him, out of that box he lives in he calls Abby
He know I'll stuff him back in that box that I put niggaz in called casket
It ain't nothin to squash, don't call my line with that wack shit
You wanna get to the bottom of that? Call "Catfish"
Now let me get back to what I was doin
This hundred-round drum turns around time in mixed months
St. Valentine's Day Massacre, March Madness wrapped in a big blunt
Let's smoke the niggaz who really live it
who know what beef really is and don't speak if it really isn't
Got niggaz doin life in the prison on the iPhone
and the cordless and I live in the No-Fly Zone
And more digits is all that I got my eyes on
I see you clowns through the eyes of the Lord
I'm lookin down on, I'll be around for your rise and your fall
You rhyme, what's more mind-blowin than a 9 to your jaw?
Even a weak flow could be nice
I'm takin penitentiary chances, we roll the dice like the Migos in Vice
You want these hoes and likes
Me? I'm the one there'll be no one like

 

[fox69]

"Thing For Your Girlfriend"
(feat. K Young)

"Thing For Your Girlfriend"
(feat. K Young)



[intro skit plays for first 42 seconds]

[Chorus: K-Young]
I got a thing for your girlfriend
She got a face of a goddess, ooh-wee, you already know
Don't, d-d-don't blame me
Don't, d-d-don't blame me
Excuse me miss, I'm just passin
Hope you don't mind me askin
Are you lookin for some action?
Cause I wouldn't mind waxin that ass

[K-Young]
And it ain't easy, understanding
That your shorty may love ya
But I'm surely gon' fuck her.. tonight
I know that it's risky
But I'm a bit tipsy
And I can do what she wants
She fiend the life of a baller
Shit, she want it all
(I'ma give it to her) All
(Give it to her) All
(Give it to her) All
(All that) I'ma give her my balls
I told ya, I'ma get in them drawers
I just love the way she use her body-ody
To be the spotlight of the party (ohh)
You ain't got what it takes to keep her away from me

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I got a thing for your girlfriend
She freakier than a muh'fucker, ain't she?
Now I don't love no hoes, but I love yo's
She make that cock blow, swa-la-llows
Everywhere I look and, everywhere I go
Your bitch wanna get with me, I can't tell her no
Confront me about it and see the hammers
You better off ambushin us with the "Cheater" cameras
Your bitch bad with her thick ass
Up and down, suckin me so fast she can get whiplash
Haha, laugh, I'm the original
I send her back to your bird-ass pigeon-toed
Shovel that pussy, dig a bigger hole
I'm lovin that pussy, I call it the centerfold
I'm diggin Keri Hilson
I'm lookin at Mariah Carey pictures; ay Nick! [laughs]

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm all about my paper
Pathetic cash, I'm callin out your better half
Bet it, I'm shootin premium gas, leaded
Bet I could wax that ass without ass bettin
Now let the realness set in (c'mon) really
Bitch I'm illy, hotter than the Denaun milly
You probably happy tonight, but after I strike
You gon' need to fit your bitch with a trackin device
A Hoe-Jack, yo' hoe vulnerable like no strap
You on a (Mountain) rockin a (Broke-back)
Haha, you faggoty actin
while me and your bitch is engagin in tragedy passion
Pass me your ex
I'm tryin to hit Kim Kardashian now, and then Cassie is next
Diddy you wrong, I feel bad for Ryan Leslie
I woulda at least said (WOO!)

[Chorus]