Royce Da 5'9"

[fox69]

"Flow Boy"

"Flow Boy"


[Intro - Royce Talking]
Shout out to my nigga B-Love. Music pro
"Invasion"
C'mon.
[Verse 1]
Yes, Bic
They call me the Flow Boy
I'm dope
I'm about dope, I'm a Dope Boy
The mag light up like a glow toy
I let it go
I got a couple skeleton's in my past to show for it
No disrespect to Mistah F.A.B.
But nigga I ain't never really been out flowed by no boy
Your food look just right
I'ma eat your porridge
Even though I'm full as a motherfucker like no storage
I kid you not
I spit too hot to diss you
Man, I should go out and challenge a blow torch
Respect no boy
Except maybe Bun B
I'm from the place with the area code Shady 1-3
Fuck ?
I'm in some new jeans and Gucci's
Rockin' a District 81 tee
I ain't sayin' I'm a ladies man
All I'm sayin' is
Nigga I don't want every lady that want me
So, do the math nigga
They be like,
"Damn, Nickel you be runnin' through hoes/holes like you a shoe string"
I tell you two thangs
One
Don't ever disrespect me
Two
Call me "God" like you from Wu-Tang
I put a bullet inside you cause the truth ain't
Your record deal advance to me
Is loose change
Nigga, is you sane?
I'm the shit
I don't smoke but I've been known to light up a Square like butane
The fame made me wait
But not the hoes nigga
I don' fucked mo' than Big Daddy Kane in '88
So tell your man to get back
If the dogs with me, they obedient
I lift a finger up from my hand they attackin'
I like my hoes fast
I like my cars fast
Fuck it I should just go out and date Danica Patrick
I manufacture maniac rap if you askin'
Put life back in hip hop and put it back in it's casket
Fuck peace
You should try to dap and bury the hatchet
Then I'ma clap you and find somewhere to bury the ratchet
[Chorus]
The flow boy is in the buildin' tonight
You know I
(Flow boy)
Whassup?
(Go boy)
C'mon
The flow boy is in the buildin' tonight
You know I
(Flow boy)
C'mon
(Go boy)
Let's go
(Flow boy is in the building)
You know I
(Flow by)
Whassup?
(Go boy)
Let's go
(Flow boy is in the building)
You know I
(Flow boy)
I'ma
(Go boy)
C'mon
[Verse 2]
And yeah, ain't nobody true as us
You ain't gotta like me
I like me enough for the two of us
Don't compare me to the best rapper alive
I contemplate suicide to be compared to the best rapper that died
I'm killin' with them Boyz N The Hood like Cuba Gooding
I go to the place in the hood that the shooter shouldn't
We do the casing, you do the bookin'
Like the police
Speaking of them
We the reason they do the lookin'
I'm the label
I do the songs, I do the pushin'
So I'm sittin' on top of the world while you the cushion
I clean pussies up
Yeah, I do the douching
I'm Bill Cosby's teaspoon
And you the pudding
My cousin Eye is crazy
All I gotta do is wave and yeah, it's bye bye baby
I'm higher than Wayne and I rhyme like crazy
I shoot a nigga's ass with the nine like Gravy
I should like Shady
I keep a dime like Haley in a dark brown creme gut Klondike Sadie
It's like my kidney's compensate for what my liver couldn't
I'm a wolf, to kill me you're gonna need a silver bullet
Any one of you niggas fuck with me then it'll heat up
Y'all do nigga's beats
I make niggas give the beat up
Any nigga step up
I'ma make him step back
With either that Tec blaaat blaaat
Or that fifty caliber gold plated Desert Eazy
That's for who ever rebellious
The cartridge to it lookin' like The Legend Of Zelda
Born winner
Rhymin' like there's two horns in him
After I win the battle rap
I'ma blow your motherfuckin' head off
So you can call me a sore winner
I fuck with The Game
The rest of y'all give a fuck about too much shit
Me, I don't give a fuck about nothin'
I don't give a fuck about shit, but the outfit
My name fall out your mouth
I'm at your house quick
You don't want them boys at your crib
About six
Ready to let out a clip
Like "Rap about this"
My crew is like your audience
We clap about shit
We sick
We don't be fightin' nobody
We probably fight each other whenever we drunk
That's about it
Approach the enemy with caution
Born leader
My identity is ?
Awe, ain't he awesome?
I've been known to stick a nigga
No homo
My dick get hard when I feel on the trigger nigga
Murder every verse
My rhyme is like a heavy hearse
Each word is deeper than cemetery dirt
That fully automatic
I pull it and let him work
Do him a favor and spray his head
I ain't gonna let him hurt
You better watch your mouth
Cause I can knock you out
But I'd rather give the glock somethin' to talk about
I'm in your bushes with the ump, thumpin'
Y'all about to dance with the one night stand
Soon as you +Walk It Out+
Give you the afterlife
You got a smart mouth
You a dick and a pussy like you a hermaphrodite
Assassinate you this evenin'
It's assassin-night
Have you weezin'
You and Eddie Murphy can laugh alike
The Revival
You can call it the Preme project
But it's violent
You should call it the pork and bean project
[Chorus]
The flow boy is in the buildin' tonight
You know I
(Flow boy)
Whassup?
(Go boy)
C'mon
The flow boy is in the buildin' tonight
You know I
(Flow boy)
C'mon
(Go boy)
Let's go
(Flow boy is in the building)
You know I
(Flow by)
Whassup?
(Go boy)
Let's go
(Flow boy is in the building)
You know I
(Flow boy)
I'ma
(Go boy)
C'mon
[Outro]
Now that's how you body a beat
Man, if I got to say, "I'm the shit fool" one more time...
somebody gonna get urinated on. And then boo boo'd on
And then a nut busted on. Happy Bar Exam 2 bitches

 

[fox69]

"Forever"

"Forever"


[Chorus: DJ Whoo Kid]
I'll be shutting niggas up when I taaalk [scream]
But nothings ever gonna get done to me (mee!)
Y'all ain't gon' do nothing at aaaall!
I'm a be talkin' shit forever man! Ever man, ever man...
Shut the fuck up when I taaaalk!
Nothing's ever gonna get done to me (mee!)
Y'all ain't gon' do nothing at aaaall! {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
I talk about your ass forever man! Ever man, ever man... Hh! Ever man! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
[Verse 1:]
Hehe! - Last name Voorhees, first name Jason!
Like a loaded pistol boy ain't nothin' to play with!
You don't want no problems, the drama be too horrendous
Fuck you and your feelings, you momma the who offended!
Pimpin' ain't easy, but bitch I'm in the building
I'm the smack man! - I got a back hand like Serena Williams!
He hungry like them Africans on the TV asking feed the children
Even though he be eating like he Silician! (whooo!) [kids ovation]
I sweat brilliance, I shit genius
You on fire till I come by you and extinguish!
I'm distinguised! - I'm bout to quit writing,
You 'bout to grow a set of hooters while a nigga just winging! (whooo!)
My dick swinging! - It's slappin' my leg so much the shits stingin'
You heard who better than me, bitch bring 'em!
Uhhh! - He stepped up like Rocky, he'll probably be finished (whooo!)
He'll go from looking like he Balboa to Rocky Dennis!
You thought you was winning 'til every tooth in your mouth is in
A pouch in your pocket, the next time you talk to your dentist! (yeeah!)
These lame nigga's say they body's is endless
Get in my lane they license to kill - is probably suspended, [gunshot]
UHHH! - I'm fly! Feeling like I got wings and I'm in the air
I miss my flight tell the pilot I said I'll meet you there! (there!)
Cause he too rare! - There should be a sign on every vocal
Booth that's says if Nickel-9 - choose to do your beat beware! [echoes] [shot]
[kids ovation]
[shots]
[Verse 2:]
Last name (Pay Me) - first name (Fuck you!)
You collect and call me by my alias, it's ?
Find me with your bitch my dick out - with a mouth on it
Take her round the corner a couple times - put some miles on it! [scream]
Take her round monsters! - OG's that used to be slaves
For Reagen helping to fund the Iran contra!
Poster boy for gun wrap
I got all kind of rhymes done about my guns cousin cause I got - tons of them! [gunshot]
I ain't no - industry nigga, I don't do no events! (uh-huh!)
I got some red carpets that under my shoes in the Benz!
He so street - when he do it, the sewers is twin
He spit that shit! - He just spit it into the pen! [blast] (whooo!)
When it come to rhyming, I'm a Ducatti your dude is a Schwinn [blast] (c'mon!)
I don't do parties and you? - You just do men! [blast]
My crew just too sick! Your crew got poopa scoop dicks! [blast]
My crew just drinking ? chicks nigga! - Y'all ain't gon' do SHIT! [scream]
Slaughterhouse dynamic is Ortiz too mature for beef
Joey kill you with his words! me? I do it forcefully!
Crooked is the smart one,
But don't you get it twisted that nigga there he will kill ya! - Beanie Si' I ain't hear him!
[2 shots] When I brain storm actual rain comes
I am - one with the streets, I Sam - Cooks the beat until change comes! (C'MON!)
My brain got different compartments,
When it holds the ?, when it holds the explosives!
One just got a note in it that says on it homie knows that he dope he
Stay on his toes he ferocious, he hopeless the focus on me
With negative energy! - You'll only lose your focus! - I am not the best,
I am death; now let God and Satan iron out the rest! [echoes]
[Outro:]
Ha-ha-ha!
Ha-ha-ha-ha! [kids ovation]
That's the victory laugh.
Ha-ha-ha!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
And since I can't doin' another nigga beat...
But I try thinkin' I'm dissin' him!
Shout out my nigga, Drake!
Now get the fuck out my face 'fore I fuck you up! [kids ovation] [rewind]

 

[fox69]

"Fuck My Brains Out"
(feat. Ingrid Smalls, June)

"Fuck My Brains Out"
(feat. Ingrid Smalls, June)



[Ingrid Smalls]
Right there, right there?
Right there, right there?
[Royce Da 5'9"]
It goes up, down, side to side
That's how a real bitch ride, ride
With the whole thing inside, side
(Ahh, ahh) Don't be shy
Boom, show you where the liquid is
Blow and your lipstick smears
Lick that tip that meet mine then
you might meet my liquid kids
You don't gotta pay your physician big
And put that glaze on your glistenin chin
What? Baby I'm listenin
I know what your favorite position is
I know I'ma lick that if I have to
Hit it like a pack of zigzag wrappers
Hit it from the back then give it back to her
in the mouth then give a bitch a tic-tac after
[Chorus: Ingrid Smalls]
I, wannnnt you, fuck my brains ouuuut
I, wannnnt you, sweat my weave ouuuut (mmm)
I, wannnnt you, fuck my brains ouuuut (just like that)
I, wannnnt you, sweat my weave ouuuut (yeah!)
[June]
No mistake, June the great
Fucked the most hoes at Michigan State
Technique should be in the textbook
Love to have the ones that like to look
at their reflection, while we're sexin
Wanna smoke while we fuck? No question
Bitch yeah, is it cool for three?
Cause two girls just don't do it for me, I'm a beast
Hit it from the back, let me grab her ankles
Thumb's in the asshole, take the pain slow
Jump back on that cock, keep rockin
Hundred milligram pill, bitch no stoppin
Keep poppin, energy droppin
Neighbors complain, say we too loud often
Another world - you love it
Don't you? My favorite nasty girl
[Chorus]
[Interlude: man talking]
Yeahhh bitch, yeah take this sugar dick bitch
Take it, yeah, take this jackhammer
You ain't know I had that jackhammer, did you?
Yeah say M.I.C. bitch, say Vishis
Call me Vishis bitch, yeah (Vishis! M.I.C.!)
[June]
It goes up, down, once again
I fuck and make hoes confess they sins
Gotta make sure what's ya age again
Wish she had me on tape to show your friends
Have a king size bed when I fuck hoes over three times after sex
I don't even wanna smell your breath
My roommate peeps in
And uh (what's happenin) we both hit that again
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Get 'em in a rental, get 'em in a Range
Give a nigga brain; let my nigga watch, keep him entertained
It's a wonderful thing
Don't you go gettin all sentimental with game, let a nigga bang
Ride the Titanic
Most niggaz go from small to large, I go from wide to gigantic
Let a nigga call in
As soon as I'm caught in, I'ma try to make a nigga fall in
Dig a deeper hole in it when I hit it
Put her on feet patrol, send her to the sto'
Never let her tell a nigga "no"
Ceiling or the flo', you dealin with a crimin-iminal
[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Gangsta"
(feat. Cutty Mack)

"Gangsta"
(feat. Cutty Mack)



[Royce] Yeah, yeah, yeah..
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
(Gangsta!) The weight carries itself
Made man more concerned with wealth than he is his health
(Gangsta!) He pumps like 24..
24/7 just to get to heaven to pump some mo'
(Gangsta!) Heavyweight paper
Heart of a lion that beats longer than every pacemaker
YEAH! We ridin, we - gon' die foolin
Laws and rules don't apply to ME! (Gangsta!)
[Verse One: Royce Da 5'9"]
.. I'ma put this straight
I'm not gon' threaten you with hooks if you look this way
I'm not gon', write no songs - so please don't think
that since sometimes I'm quiet, that I bite my tongue
Cause I will, slice you punks with knives that come with teeth
So leave with life as long's you come in peace
I'm the protocol of all the street rules
Soldiers, ballers please, I know all them
I'm goin all out - for everything I believe in
Niggaz bleed behind things that I know about
Yeah, yeah (Gangsta!) Hear me roar
Feel me nigga; naw fuck that, feel me more
And whoever sayin 'fuck me' can suck me
And we can bang, I done came a long way from "U Can't Touch Me", nigga!
YEAH! I'm ridin, I am gon' die foolin
Laws and rules don't apply to ME!
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Royce Da 5'9"]
.. My swagger's crazy
We can, forget your momma ever had a baby
Regis; I don't care who the fuck you is
Keep yo', hands to yo'self, I will cut yo' limbs OFF
Sixty shots'll quickly hit you
pop Dixie Chicks of rap, PISS ME OFF!
Yeah, I'm strictly Pesci - you hear me a made man
I will rather you fear me than to have you respect me
Yeah, the tec's good
Jammin's always out the question, call me Suge' of the Midwest wood
Yeah, the part of the poem that's deep
He will, blast you after he's had a glass of Bacardi Limon
Yeah, let's get it on, I'm strictly the classic - rap
You know it's on, soon as you rip off the plastic, yeah!
BLOAW! I'm ridin, I am gon' die foolin
Laws and rules don't apply to ME!
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
He knows his gun and his knife (Gangsta!)
More than he knows his son and his wife (Gangsta!)
Always huntin niggaz, never hunted
You can bet eleven-hundred - he is.
[Verse Three: Cutty Mack]
(Yeah) As ignorant as it gets
Cut Throat the calmest person niggaz, push me shits
(Yeah) Bawlin over the quickest to snap
I'll break you then shake your soul, deliver you back
to the, the hood that raised you, bruise and mace ya
Lose your face through picture glass, break and waste ya
I'm the essence, of the use of violence
Move in silence, HUSH, then I'll close your eyelids (close)
I'm goin all out - my enemies on they knees
harder I squeeze, bullets'll leave your brains out
(BACK UP!) Watch me move
I'll speak the language of heat, plus I'm good with the tools (yeah)
So whoever wanna hit me, come quickly
Nuttin to lose, I'm no bitch nigga, please come get me - killa
[Royce Da 5'9"]
(Gangsta!) I'm ridin, I am gon' die foolin
Laws and rules don't apply to ME!
[Chorus]
[Outro + (Royce)]
He got yo' motherfuckin number! (Gangsta!)
Though yo' life is second to his (Gangsta!)
You still gon' die first.. (It's 5-9 - gangsta!)
Yeah! (He's a motherfuckin gangsta!)

 

[fox69]

"Gangsta"
(feat. Trick-Trick)

"Gangsta"
(feat. Trick-Trick)



[Intro: Trick Trick]
You goddamn right, nigga
This a no fly zone
I ain't no motherfucking teacher so I ain't got no god damn parents
You niggas better get permission, bitch

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm from the motherfucking D, nigga
Home of the hit-man, murder mitten, bleed nigga
If you a rapper, I diss your ass
Then get mad at you for getting mad at me
Then when I see you, I'll flip your ass
It's quite easy, this whole clip is for your whole motherfucking family
It's even for grammy like Weezy
Beef is familiar, I ain't trying to give your ass no goosebumps
I'm tryna to make you feel like I'm bout to
Jump through your fucking speakers and kill you
I'm one word, truest
I'm P. Diddy's go-to guy recording at the lab Yung Berg's shoe is
Niggas'll ride for you if you ride for you and
They see it, I got an AK that I come at you and HD it
I don't play that shit
Show me a target, I'll spray that shit motherfucker

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
I keep it (gangster)
Long as I'm alive, I'mma keep it (gangster)
(Can you feel my trigger hand?)
It's whatever, my nigga, Say whatever, my nigga
Go wherever, my nigga, just keep it (gangster)
And long as they alive, they gonna keep it (gangster)
(Can you feel my trigger hand?)
It's whatever, my nigga. Go wherever, my nigga

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]
This is shooter music, I don't need to verbalize it
We play the drums with the K's, I know that you heard us vibin'
My auto-matic's faster, stronger
Play the drums the size of Kanye's mullet in that Aston
Onto fatigue, You ain't dead wrong make you wronger
It's me, the best out, as far as passes
I'm like Maino, my nigga, you can be as diplomatic
As you wanna, professional as you wanna
It's gonna still get gangsta cause you fresh out
Go ask, I take your baby mama shopping
No she ain't worth 50 cents just to get at your ass
I'm so petty, any beef I'm so ready
Now you trying kick it like you trying to go steady
Trying to build a motherfucking relationship
Niggas dissing and kissing and making up, I hate that shit

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Trick Trick]
Oh, Royce, you know what's fucked up?
Now we gotta make offers that these bitch ass niggas can't refuse
See, these niggas think they can buy respect
They never even earned respect
They never learned respect
So from here on out, Detroit is officially a no fly zone
You heard it, all these bitch ass niggas
Don't come to this motherfucker without permission
Please don't make me have to demonstrate
It's not about attention
It's about the seriousness of what you bitch ass niggas think is a fucking joke
Y'all wanna play? I'm not fucking playing, man
I'm not fucking playing, man, okay

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Gettin' Money (Freestyle)"

"Gettin' Money (Freestyle)"


[Intro:]
Please be clear. This is a fuckin' invasion. Royce Da 5'9"

[Verse 1:]
I'm gettin' money like a motherfucka
I do dollar like the Yao stretch
Casino chips that Denale bet
Ain't spazzin' at the house party
Mink draggin'/dragon like Bilil breath
dead prez ran a train on the green lady
That green lady turned around and had a dream baby
That dream baby was I
That green lady was ma
Follow me honey, it sound funny
I'm money
Get it?
Niggas is idiots so probably not
I Murder Inc., let Ashanti & Irv Gotti watch
A walkin' mollie wop
Tell your whole fellat to cock off
Drop the jeans
And take out a foot like when you take a sock off
I ain't attached to no tooley
I quite screwy
I just take the Lock off
Pop it and Drop It like Huey
Weed avenue, bread rollin' on Phillie Street
Triggers get used more than Wayne on +Milli+ beat
So don't make me laugh
You think with your class
I think with my math
Not with my dick, I speak on his behalf
Anyone of you motherfuckin' NASCAR tunnel crews
I call you that, cause you fixin' to crash
The word in the hood is I got the bag in the streets
Pull the rig up
Take a load off, like I'm havin' a seat
This black coup is V-12 as far as year
I'm been rappin', reppin' the D-12, ask Proof
As far as tears
My face ain't big enough to relate
How many bodies gone in the form of a tattoo
Alcoholic, my kidney color is black blue
Forever fuck with that Remy, love it like Papoose
Wearin' that XXL mag or in The Source
Being the king of the magazines and in a Porsche
My release date is more important to the country than
Tunin' into your news stations November 4th (Obama!)
I turn niggas into veggies and get my lettuce straight
It's like you niggas addicted to bitch shit, you fetish fake
Dahlmer
Pop you, then eat you on the anniversary of your death
Like the top of a wedding cake
Two timer
Yeah, I keep a bitch on the side
I'm Mr. Warning Guy
You Mr. Wanna Die
The Bar Exam 2 comma
More polished than
Ray Robinson in his prime
The shoe shiner
He kill 'em with his persistence
Sendin' niggas to hit 'em is a silly mission
Like he's one of Diddy's assistants
Look in my trunk and find a pair of legs inside of some gym shoes
Hangin' out a trash bag and in fumes
I spit whole winters and then June
Show up to your video while you performin'
And shoot you like Ben Boom
You might have dealt with the tools
But you ain't swam with them sharks
Nickle, Mike Phelps in the pool
You might pull triggers but you don't pull them like me
Bullets runnin' through shit like the bullets got feet
I'm gonna keep goin' and goin' like a Energizer
Inside a flyin' bullet until the day a bullet stops me
Fuck a bitch, I'm it nigga, I'm a don
I'm the reaper on Cancer, like I'm a sign
Immaculately conceived
Product of dollar signs
The only father of mine
Is Father Time

[Chorus:]
I'm gettin' money like a motherfucker
You ain't got nothin' on me
I'm gettin' money like a motherfucker
Fuck this auto tune shit
That shit sound weak as a bitch
Unless it's me usin' it
Cause I'm the shit fool

 

[fox69]

"Go Gettem!"

"Go Gettem!"


[Intro]
As we proceed!

[Royce]
Yeah. Ayo, Statik Selektah

[Statik Selektah]
What up Royce?

[Royce]
You know how motherfuckas been like
"Since that nigga Royce got back he's been focused than a motherfucka"

[Statik Selektah]
It's smash squad

[Royce]
God damn right. It's the Bar Exam niggas. Yeah, yeah yeah Yeah

[Verse:]
I pack llamas
Come at me I react Osama
You wack flow bomber
You asshole, ask your momma
Best known in the past for drama
I got Pac's persona
Topped with the mind of Barack Obama
That's me
Viva me at my leisure
I be any [?]
[?] on my Visa
Me and my skeezer
My heat on the seat of vehicle, next to me rollin'
My neck frozen like it's supposed to be in my freezer
Rims and tires
It's Tims and higher
And nigga we don't rent we buy 'em
And that's prolly why y'all scary
Y'all dudes is punks cause y'all shoes on y'all coups and dunks
Is all cheaper than Mulberry's
On the contrary
I'm back and I'm not stoppin'
Model on the back while I'm cat walkin' a crotch rocket
We flier
Cease fire
We gonna keep ridin' till we need tires
You prolly should keep quiet
You niggas think that just because it's dope it's phony
Since I'm God sent that you really supposed to stone me
Cause I rhyme sick, that I won't put cheese up
And put out hits, on niggas faster than Interscope and Sony

[Chorus:]
If they throw you in the cage what you do?
Think about it
Then what?
Man up
And then what?
Get up out
And then what?
Go Gettem'! [x3]
Welcome to the Bar Exam
If he diss you in a rhyme what you do?
Let him do it
And then what?
Let him drop
And then what?
Let him flop
And then what?
Go Gettem'! [x3]
If he diss you in a rhyme what you do?

Let him do it

And then what?

Let him drop

And then what?

Let him flop

And then what?

Go Gettem'! [x3]

 

[fox69]

"Go Hard Pt. 1"
(feat. Kid Vishis)

"Go Hard Pt. 1"
(feat. Kid Vishis)



[Verse 1 - Royce]
Bar Exam 3 is like a mock a nigga, pop a nigga mockery
Housin', put the lock on it, Monopoly
Call me Enterpriser
Stick my battery inside a little white bunny, you can call me Energizer
The most interesting man in the world, I know papi
Sippin' root beer floats Saki mixed with Dos Equis
I'm a Slaughterhouse rock star
I pick up the biggest pig I can find and throw it at the windshield of a cop car
Dissin' me can be pretty fatal
Cause bitch I got +Money In The Bank+ from puttin' that shit into Yayo like 50's label
Fuckin' freak
Ya mommy and daddy, daddy and daughter
Ya daddy, your grand daddy, your name fatty is Carter
She like, "Get inside me" but that's a tight squeeze
Once I'm in her juice box she gon' hit the Hi-C's/high c/high sea
I'm hooked up cause I'm ill ass fuck like I.V.'s
I bare arms like it ain't nothin' up my sleeves
The next MC that rhyme 'official' with 'ref with a whistle'
That ain't Young Money
I'ma definitely diss you
If you
Rhymin' 'packin' a mac' with 'back of the Acura'
Perhaps you can't match my spectacular vernacular
You still rhymin' 'bottles' with 'models'
'College' with 'knowledge'
Usin' the word 'swagga'
You're probably garbage
You thugs funny
Comparin' 5'9" to anybody
You comparin' Superman to Bugs Bunny

[Royce talking]
You are now rockin' with the Bar Exam 3! The most interesting man in the world.

[Chorus - Royce]
B3 go
"Hard hard hard"
Nickel Nine go
"Hard hard hard"
Kid Vishis go
"Hard hard hard"
Nigga we so
"Hard hard hard"

[Verse 2 - Kid Vishis]
I be blazin'
I'm talkin' 'bout stone
Goliath in the fight verse David
I'll kill ya
Bullets ain't lyrical
Blaoka!
Goin' straight to the point, the gun's Waka Flocka
Rhymes is electric
Fire bolts!
It'll make your voice crack like Whitney hittin' high notes
I got a metal gut with large nuts
You bitch ass niggas, we call y'all "dog butts"
Yeah, I remember what they said
Yeah, my pockets used to be skinny, now they fat like K-Fed
Aww man
My bullet's is a fan of me
Kiss him right in the mouth, do him like Kid Cudi
They say one man's trash, another man's treasure
I call her a fat, black, bitch, you call her Precious
Since I'm a gun blazer
It cost me nothin' to take your money, Vishis like a fund raiser
Rutger by me
You with a gun is a bigger myth than Jay-Z in the Illuminati
This is B verse rockin'
So you gettin' punched up more than Mike Tyson do to paparazzi
Freeze when you see the mag, I don't flash I blast
Leave his ass as nasty as Trina rash
When it come to that rhymin' shit
Nigga, I'm a steroid shot
You a Flintstone Vitamin

[Outro - Royce]
M.I.C. Records! The most interesting man in the world!

[Chorus - Royce]
B3 go
"Hard hard hard"
Nickel Nine go
"Hard hard hard"
Kid Vishis go
"Hard hard hard"
Nigga we so
"Hard hard hard"

 

[fox69]

"Go Hard Pt. 2"
(feat. Kid Vishis)

"Go Hard Pt. 2"
(feat. Kid Vishis)



[Intro - Royce talking]
Bar Exam 3 tramp. Yeah! Whoooooo!
[Verse 1 - Royce]
Fuck is wrong with you?
Go ahead and inform your crew
That I can end your career in less than a song or two
I'm a tyrant, I'm like an iris in my empire
You're as threatenin' as Miley Cyrus with the hiney virus
Dead a verse, I got more bars than Leavenworth
The present president backwards call me "Tnediserp"
I shoot niggas with knives, stab niggas with guns
Kiss hands and shake babies
I make the medic hurt
Fuck a producer too
Them faggots is fuck boys
I should rap over the Brinks truck backin' up noise
The city's in an uproar over the hustler
I got it on lock like up north but much more
These rap niggas sayin' that they rollin' on them wheels
But the only rollin' they doin' is rollin' on the pill
They high
Speakin' of rollin'
We roll
You will see us get paper before you see us fold
Hip hop nigga
The opposite of neo-soul
The only thing sing is my pistol when I'm takin' Ne-Yo's soul
You aspire to get a chain that's glistenin'
I aspire to get a chain of businesses
I retire nigga
Gettin' at me ain't what the business is
I kill the kitten if he witnesses
I make it look easy
Before I Self Destruct, I'ma get some hoes pregnant like 50 & Lil' Weezy
I don't give a fuck about shit
Got nothin' to say to y'all but "suck dick"
I fuck yo' bitch and send her back to you
Pussy like she been in labor dawg
And when I'm done with she gon' need a cable all
My dream mistress is a Bitch like Nicki Minaj
And if the ass ain't real then I've with the facade
The pistol, the pen, drinkin' with me, pick your demise
The silencers screwed on now the clips in disguise
Now who the fuck goin' harder than Nickel?
I take a shit on any nigga, no regard for tissue I go hard
So much harder than everybody
I John Doe tag the toe of every body
[Chorus]
We go hard
A yeeeeah
We go hard
Da da da da
He go hard
A yeeeeah
We go hard
Da da da da
We go hard
A yeeeeah
We go hard
Go hard, so hard
So hard, so hard
Whoooa
The best nigga in the game
Yeah, you know this
Da da da da da da da
The game never be the same
Yeah, you know this
[Verse 2 - Kid Vishis]
Ignite violence
Make him swallow shells that'll clog his windpipe
Make the doctor do the heimlich
Fightin' for the loot like a riot
This is Pay-Per-View
Rap niggas don't it unless they buyin' this
Blame it on the drugs like Steve-O, you still a Jackass
I spit dope, my fans got a crack habit
If you can beat me on beats congrats
The sore loser when I snatch him out the booth then I beat his ass
What you call rappin', I call trash
Every punch you call strong, I call jabs, so listen
I'm sicker than a stripper, if you tip her give her fifties and twenties
Hit the lights she realize it's counterfeit money
My niggas get large cash
Push the rock good as Bobby Hurley 'fore the car crash
I get star cash
Tour cash, more cash
Don't wanna pay me, I'ma take it out of your ass
Do what you want fam
I say fam cause I fry a man
Feelin' angry man, I'll flight 'em in
Feelin' godly, what fool wanna battle me?
I use the Earth as a cue
And shoot pool with the galaxy
Few could challenge me who do catastrophe
Three cash guns point the guard, I'm Steve Nash
You a rap group, I'll slap through
The only time you see a gun is when mine is pointin' at you
Skip the church and the reverend
I'ma put 'em on a 747 and the destination's Heaven
For example
Break into my notebook and find more shit than the cops friskin' Rambo
Make 'em fade to black, fit 'em for a blindfold
Told you I'm a Dibo pitbull (die slow)
I'll really hit your crib with the semi
Break a nigga baby back and ribs
I call my bullets Chillis
[Chorus]
We go hard
A yeeeeah
We go hard
Da da da da
He go hard
A yeeeeah
We go hard
Da da da da
We go hard
A yeeeeah
We go hard
Go hard, so hard
So hard, so hard
Whoooa
The best nigga in the game
Yeah, you know this
Da da da da da da da
The game never be the same
You know this
Oh yeaaah, oh yeaaah, oh yeaaah, oh yeaaah
We go hard
A yeeeeah
We go hard
Da da da da
He go hard
A yeeeeah
We go hard
Da da da da
We go hard
A yeeeeah

 

[fox69]

"Gone (The Return Of Malcolm)"

"Gone (The Return Of Malcolm)"


[Statik Selektah]
This shit right here is called The Return Of Malcolm
Don't take it too personal. Listen close

[Royce]
I feel like I'm at the height of my jump while y'all pivotin'
While y'all visitin' I'm livin' here, ball in a year
The hundreds and fifties in cheeseburgers
The twenties is balled up
You lookin' for singles they all in the air
The hundreds of bitches that we murdered
We ain't literally speakin'
We just team up and we squirt all up in they hair
Give us some coke and a promise
Give us some nut in the throat
She suck till she spittin' up coconut vomit
Get it?
Pardon me miss
I'm just fed up with the way the system is set up
The shit that they had me livin' in prison was better
Rhymin' perfection
Is it a set up?
To give me a year in the county around the time of election?
Or should I just shut up?
Zip it or kick it?
Try to get you to picture the vision
Lyrically, this is my petition to picket
Free me or, eventually see me
The heat in my belt hangs an inch from my pee pee like a key to my cell
To censor me is to censor my CD which inspires me
To spit what will eventually be the key to myself
Times is changin'
Everybody's Gods the same
But they minds ain't
So I talk about they kind is dangerous
Blacks against Affirmative Action sounds as insane
As the war in Iraq while Saddam is hangin'
A dead man's a dead man
Ain't two of a kind
You can't break me
I'm head standin' doin' my time
It's nothin'
My crew bakin' my bread while I'm jail
Had niggas buffin' my boots and makin' my bed
Time will tell who down to bail
If you gettin' down and how wild your arms will flail
When I bomb I unwind like I'm a spawn from hell
The only shots you takin' are those that evolve from shells
(The following name has been edited to keep the peace)
Something is on your mind then nigga say it
You scared?
If I was tryin' to X you out then you know you'd be dead
You need beef with me like you need a hole in your head
You little Stone Throwers
You signed-to-a-label-ass-niggas ain't sayin' shit till you own yours
Whenever them triggers is buckin'
I got to write a label to Trojan requestin' them niggas to up it
Cause my dick get bigger
My balls get larger
To a size that my drawers can't swallow
For y'all it suicide
The verbal amphetamine
The [?] is cold place, inserted with Ketamine
Spoken, they pulsate
Earthquake
Houston we got a problem
I'm settin' your turf straight
Your troops I private piles 'em up
The holocaust (cost) you pay is Hitler's
Way
You dis me, and get merked for Christmas
But the curse if gift less
I'm the first to spit shit
From a podium
Go to your local church to get this
Y'all sell chickens I only serve the biscuit
Leave your blood on the street
You get curbed with blisters
Chicken noodle soup your brains, let it rain
And I clear it out
All the vets say I'm official
And you can ask Diddy
But now that I'm doing time like Shyne
Nigga I'll probably (Press Play) on a pistol
Political prisoner
Got ammo around my torso like Rambo
Banana around my waist like I'ma gorilla
It's time to apply my pace now on the fo' rilla
Bandanna around my face like dead prez

[Woman's voice]
Statik Selektah

[Royce]
Take a breather

You are now ridin' with a flow the fliest
Selassie inside
Who Jesus chose
Who Hov inspires
Extreme formula in this chess game
Accept change
You the king
We the queen corner a
Best thing spittin' since a geyser
The methane rhythm, it's supplier
Written with the fire
Doused by the best team
With him when he ridin'
Out
Cause the check flame when it get divided
Bout
Niggas livin' through decisions
Learnin' ain't givin' you the business
Quittin' is a privilege
Suited at a funeral, killin' any witness
Over dead prez's
I'm here to view the digits
Clearin' out the air space
Pointin' out who ain't dead
Gods gift to this world
I'm going out with reindeer
Comin' back and bang ya
Leap Year is a thang of the past
When I return and spring from my ashes
Like a deranged angel
Who came cause you asked
But I ain't here to save you, I came for your ass
It's sorta like the reaper
Blowin' at your concert
We write through the speakers
Knowin' that it's God's work
Rap is a prison that'll trap you in freedom
The contradiction of your past
The after you see Him
I don't have to proceed with no master's degree
To change the art
I came and waxed the museum
I saw, I conquered
I paused my disc to do a bid
So y'all can spit bout how you do it big
Nigga is you grown or you a kid?
You trash
And don't make me blast
And turn your dome into a lid
Open your mind
Put led in your brain
You dope for your time
I'm ahead of your game
The door's open
And I'm in it
I'm so focused
You still focusin'
And when I'm finished you gonna be hopin' it still opens
Maybe I lucked up?
Either I'm straight crazy or slavery got a nigga fucked up
Eminem and Kramer
The minimum will blame 'em
The average nigga got the word spinnin' in they chambers
The average nigga raised by the average nigga, aye
It's the average nigga way
To say "nigga" with an "a"
Riddle 'em and hit 'em with the K
Let it speak when he fiddle with the trigger
Let 'em kill 'em with the say
Sodom or Gomorrah
Which one are you the more of?
Chevy's sittin' on 30's and 20's on the Saurus
Fiendin' for that spot
The money bout to burn a hole in my pocket
So I got to extinguish that with a "Blao"
Put it out with a Phantom
Bring it out on the block
With no driver
Hoes, y'all wanna drive or not!
I gotta peel the peddle
A lot of troops done died
Why deal with the devil, knowin' I got a truce with God?
Gotta peel the peddle
A lot of troops done died
Why deal with the devil, knowin' I got a truce with God?
I gotta peel the peddle
A lot of troops done died
Why deal with the devil, knowin' that I got a truce with God?