Royce Da 5'9"

[fox69]

"I & Me"

"I & Me"


[Intro - Woman talking]
Royce is goin to fuckin kill you

[Royce Da 5'9" - imitating Tupac]
Ha, true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Yeah, up in the studio gettin blowed
Truest shit I ever spoke

[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
How can I go from rockin wit Dre, to fallin out
Wit Shady, and popin my glock on the block to droppin on Koch!
Mistakes that I've made, I've learned to regret
Impatiently we blazin them AK's, to earn the respect
(I) don' been in the trenches for years, in this rap shit
Where my name is mention is fear, compared to that shit
(I) don' paid my dues, (I) don' learned more from my mistakes
Then I learned in any grade in my school
(I) could have made you today, (I) could raise ya brow
On a label that's foul or made you on radio play
(I) could guide myself, through the game myself
Give you the chills, kill hip hop, and save myself
(I) learned to behave myself, people choose sides when
They figure you die, I learned they take away my wealth
All these niggaz that used to page me, everyday that I dealt
But they all gone, y'all wrong, (I) page myself, because

[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
I do this music for me, I take time and put pride in it
This music is me, it's no ruinin me
I'm the truest MC, as hot as you need me to be, as cool as can be
If you was true as me, then this for you, but I do it for
I do this music for me, I take time and put pride in it
This music is me, it's no ruinin me
I'm the truest MC, as hot as you need me to be, as cool as can be
If you was true as me, then this for you, but I do it for me

[Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9"]
Every breath I breathe, every second I have
To be in the lab, wit young man, makin a track at least
In the basement, rappin in peace, +Patiently Waiting+
To blow up and grow up, back and away from this rappin beef shit
All of that should cease, cause I feel like quittin
Back to the factory, rap for ME, when I feel like spittin
Go out and kill a clown a day, don't call me Royce no more
It's Ryan, I just threw Detroit's crown away!
It's only so many times, I could let my temper get tested
I can't handle it, I'll eventually get aressted
I'm on the verge of doin some things, that won't help - shit!
Take myself away from my family, is so selfish
I can't help shit, lately I been ignorin rules
You takin care of too many people, to go and lose
(I) do my music and speak truely, without the influence of movies
Or these fools in the street, that wanna do me, nigga

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9" - imitating Tupac]
True motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Yeah, up in the studio gettin blowed
Truest shit I ever spoke
Yeah, hopin you true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Yeah, up in the studio gettin blowed
Truest shit I ever spoke

 

[fox69]

"I Ain't Coming Down"

"I Ain't Coming Down"


[12 seconds instrumental]

[Chorus: singing]
I'm floatin' away without leavin' the groouund, groouund; (ground!)
They askin' me (me!) - "What's it like up theeeere? " (theeeere!)
I tell 'em: "IIII ain't coming doowwn! " (doowwn!)
I'm tryna stay up and I don't wanna touch doowwn, doowwn! (doowwn!)
They askin' me (me!) - "What's it like up theeeere? " (theeeere!)
I tell 'em: "IIII ain't coming doowwn! " (doowwn!)

[Bridge:]
Nope! - No-nooo, I ain't coming doowwn! (doowwn!)
No-nooo, I ain't coming doowwn! (doowwn!)
No-nooo, I ain't coming doowwn! (doowwn!)
IIII ain't comiing doooowwwwn!

[Verse 1:]
Uhh! - Now that my vision's more clearer;
This is for the hate on Royce in Detroit era.
I know y'all had a good time, but that was y'all time, but that was y'all error!
Now look at you and look at meeee; COMPARE US! (compare us!)
You can do it easily
This ain't when Royce was lookin' stupid on that "Beef" DVD,
Uh-uh! - Shout-out my niggaz D-Twizzy! I'll admit when I was wrong,
I remember thinkin' I should probably hit my nigga Von.
You talkin' shit about
Me at your barbershop you obviously politickin' wrong.
Niggaz need to stop PMS'in!
I hope y'all barbers give y'all ass the same hairline as me and DMX's; (DMX's!)
Haha! - I went from wishin' Trick-Trick was gone,
From pickin' which bitch to wishin' I could TwitPic my home! (home!)
And as far as my nigga, Trick - before we was brothers
I think we really just needed to get to know each other. - I'm up!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Verse 2:]
Uhh! - I gotta say this shit one time. (one time!)
When have you ever known me to get in the way of one's grind? (one's grind!)
Cause even when that dark cloud hovered above me I went from signed to unsigned
Then I found my own sunshine! (sunshine!)
Uhh! - Now let me say this shit one mo' time!
When have you ever known me to get in the way of YO' grind? (YO' grind!)
Can you find one Hip-Hop listener around the globe
Who don't know that Nickel Nine is from Motown? (Motown!)
These cats say: "He's wack! "
"He ain't even from the D, so why he got that D tat? "
Then they friends run to me like my friends saw you cypherin' on BET
But he ain't like it cause you ain't have on no D hat. (D hat!)
Make up your mind, you whinin' niggaz!
Ryan done been at schools to talk. - Bought shoes for shorties.
Bought coats for the kids, while you niggaz choose to floss
And y'all wanna nail who to the cross? - Y'all niggaz soft! - I'm up!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

 

[fox69]

"I Got The Keys (Freestyle)"

"I Got The Keys (Freestyle)"


Yeah, I'm starting to have fun now, so you know
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
Y'all are the kings, kings, kings
I roll up to squeeze
Y'all are the kings, kings, kings
Well, I'm about to see, I'm about to see
I talk scrilla like a art dealer
I'm large money that's been augmented for the small printer
Homocide business got me side flipping like I'm cartwheeling
I'm Godzilla wearing Margiela in the mall inside of the Guitar Center
Got the boss mental
Got me off a little barking at the dog kennel
Keys open doors, I said keys open doors, squeeze open fours
Leave your boys leaking, leave your overlord lookin' like some old weave on the floor
Please don't ignore me, I'm going to war
Blowing weed in a foreign toy
My shooters killing anything I'm pointing towards
Anything I'm pointing towards
I would swing this mic when I'm rhyming, thought I better bring it
I'm what you'd get if Fetty Wap were to rob a marksman
With Robert Markman, a dead eye Genius
A Jedi demon, he sip promethazine, I bet I lean him
I made a million, I ain't sell out, I just got the hell out Neiman's
Nigga, my chips up, ask me am I in my P-R, I, I stop you just so I could spell out Pringles
I'm in the strip club, I shell out singles
I'm the flowing boss sweaping semis, pick one
Head or tails, either way, you are about to let Hakeem in
I came in here to grow the crime rate
Bodies on top of bodies on me
I got skeletons in my closet that could do the "Famous" video with Kanye
My status loony, nigga, I love my chrome
I Mac and Uzi more than Donald Glover love that song "Bad and Boujee"
"Bad and Boujee", I'm a black addict mooly
With an attitude in a padded room full of savage ghoulies
Eratic goonies
I don't battle, I look at battle dudes like "Battle? Who, me?"
Fuck you niggas, I'm steady waiting, I fed him bake
You know that devil's food, them Betty Cakes
And I got something for them crooked cops too, let him pray
Turn his wedding day Freddie Gray
Let that machete behead him, set him straight
Let it devastate, let his soul levitate, let the levies break
I'm murderous, I got Reaganomics in my verbiage
I'm a wavy rhymer, a Mercedes rider
I'm a 89'er Cartier with diamonds
At the furrier, Saint Laurent sipping Merlot
You would never catch me boxing with the burner
Hundred in your mouth like Ted DiBiase did to Virgil
Rolling over these hurdles playing C Murder then I'm playing G Herbo
Gang of cash on me, keep the thumper with me since I became a sinner
Black youngster, I don't know if I'm a tip the waitress tonight
Or make it rain for dinner
I don't know if I'm a sign a deal or stay independent, it's not just a simple thing
Aston Martin topless while I'm weighing my options on the triple beams
Learning that life ain't about the expensive shit, it's about the simple things
Like a sexy side bitch with zipper lip, clit nipple rings
You can not stop what is already going
African bitch got her face on my lap
The blacker she is, the badder she is
I was called tarbaby growing and I'm feeling up to par
Whenever I see the police
I address them as top of the morning 'cause I feel above the law
Riding, do I look like I am supplying the drugs? Fuck raw
I am the plug, fuck raw
You niggas is about as much action as a buttoned-up bra
I'm taking everybody instrumental, going Ted Bundy on it
Out here cooking so much the original sound like it's Peg Bundy on it
I'm Christmas gifting, y'all wrapping shit
I fit the description of accidents in the axel of the bent
I have an immaculate acumen
You a splitting image of accidental flatulence
All it takes to be a gang banger on wax these days
Is the engineer that come in and patch you in
Yes, sir, I'm too charming to stress ya
I'm cool, calm, and collective
I'm electric, you Carmen Electra
If I catch ya you gone on the stretcher
Now question
How much protection does a vest and armor get ya?
Especially when you armed with weapons stepping in the wrong direction of armageddon
Uh, keys, keys, y'all got the keys, keys
Ride up and squeeze, squeeze
Y'all are the kings, kings, heh, well, I'm about to see

 

[fox69]

"I Hate Your Pants"

"I Hate Your Pants"


[Royce Da 5'9" - singing]
Come away with me
Let's journey to a land where men, are men (sha'mon)
And I wish, that this all was a dream
Those skinny jeans, how do you get yo' balls in them things?
And the day that my son should want a pair
That's gon' be the same day that I put a gun to my head (BLAM)
And why would you want your booty to stick out?
Just be glad, you're, not, in jail (sha'mon)

[Chorus: Royce - singing]
You are gay to me, and that's okay to me
But I still, hate, your pants
You're a fag to me, long as you're happy B
But that, don't mean, I have, to like, your pants

[Royce Da 5'9" - singing]
Where did you buy those things? Are those designer jeans?
Cause I, haven't, seen 'em, at Saks (sha'mon)
And I wish, that this all was a dream
You got a crotch like a Ken doll in them jeans
And there's no way I should be able to see the imprint of your knees
And them jeans, make you look like you got big feet
And I wish that y'all would quit it with that dance
And I hope, y'all, go, to hell (sha'mon)

[Chorus]

[Outro]
(Sha'mon) Skinny jeans really, gross me out
It's just the whole concept, you know?
Pullin them over your hairy man ass
And then, havin to peel them off your hairy legs
It's disgusting; Mickey Factz was
in the same room with Joey, when he got punched in the eye
I blame it on the skinny jeans
I blame it on the skinny jeans cause he couldn't react fast enough
Cause uh, his legs was all caught up, in the skinny
I hate skinny jeans

 

[fox69]

"I Owe You"

"I Owe You"


Yeah...
Welcome...to the flow switch and it's
Dough flipping and it's fo fo clicking and this
Soldier that's so infamous
Po' mixed wit a rich nigga soul
Been ripping this shit since this little piggy was ya toe
Hope my team win eventually - cuz' I'm the last cowboy
That you've seen on your tv screen since the symphony
Follow me as I convey the kinda patience I can say
I can take pride in from riding with Dr. Dre
to realizing you only be depriving
ya self and only yaself when ya being childish
But fuck that - I'm done wit that
I'm done with trying to run with that
I'm about to numbers that they do honest dat
Phase 2 get to walking minus drama quit talking
Switch flows - switch markets like yo momma (oh)
Seven years and counting I been definately bouncing
From the majors to them papers of them magazine columns

I O-W-E You See-Through
Nickel done regrouped mark my flow
I O-W-E You bitches my dick
My cum my wit I'm cold
Do it independently do it independently
Do it independently (this is for the money)
Go independent go independent
Go independent

H(dot)N(dot)I(dot)C
Why box me, I'll poke ya eyes out like Houston
then slide out like boosting
Me and 'Los is here to post bail from the prison
We been living in here since Biggie was the sheriff
I'm about to touch on every style you could think of
On this album from the streets to the bounce to the singles
From the niggaz to the bitches to the chickens to the killers
to the lyrics niggaz feel me I'm the purest in the business
I've matured so much mentally my aura's so intense I mean
I'm forward wit my shit that's why them hoes still be into me
You can try to criticize a killer when it's in his eyes
So fly that when he walk you feel the friendly skies
Nigga real talk - niggaz bark
Niggaz die - niggaz start
Niggaz try to pick apart my independent vibe
You just cop that top brass when ya pop that in
You solve the problem that hip-hop has

I O-W-E You See-Through
Nickel done regrouped mark my flow
I O-W-E You bitches my dick
my cum my wit I'm cold
do it independently do it independently
do it independently (this is for the money)
go independent go independent
go independent

Five nine is back! About to launch the attack
Fast forward to action you're not allowed to chat
The gag order is at zip grab all of ya plaques
figurines and trophies
and put 'em all in a coffin get in and close it
Expose all the nonsense they don't hear the lines then
They gonn' see the fine print for they don't really compre-
-hend niggaz pens been doing none of what I've been
doing the last 7 years looking for profit
I o-w-e you people
More than just a video where bitches wearing see through
Clothing wit the g-string rolling wit the bling bling
Posing for the press wit the rollie and the vest
I o-d-e-t I'm the life of the spot
I'm the king whether they like it or not
Independents they got everything from the block
to the interstate locked this my je ne sais quoi, feel it

I O-W-E You See-Through
Nickel done regrouped mark my flow
I O-W-E You bitches my dick
my cum my wit I'm cold
do it independently do it independently
do it independently (this is for the money)
go independent go independent
go independent

Yeah..this is for the cash my nigga brody
dirty chuck, whatup chuck?...yeah..
don't get scared now niggaz..this is for the money
independents..mr. independie is back..now let's ride

 

[fox69]

"I Promise"
(feat. Ingrid Smalls)

"I Promise"
(feat. Ingrid Smalls)



[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, yeah yeah
There's a void that needs to be filled inside this marketplace
You could die in my parkin space
My mom want me to blow up and house them
My father want me to bring product out without Slim
And prove them wrong - they paid my bills
I'm on your heels, I'm for real, my shoes is long
To feed my son - I will leave you
leakin in the street, I will heat you to kingdom come
Uhh, the king will come
Wait 'til you gone in place of a angel appear to take you home
The beard on the face is gone
These bullets is straight razors, blazin you, case in point
Amaze the rap game, make 'em point
Walk inside of the house of the illest and case the joint
And take whatever I want, out of it
Now that I'm wise, my future rides on it, it's time for triumph

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" + (Ingrid Smalls)]
I promise - if you just let me in the game (Prayyyy)
If you should bless me enough to let me reign, I will contain you (Prayyyy)
I promise - I will support my family, slash you (Prayyyy)
I promise - I will pray every day, I will ask you
I promise - if you just let me in the game (Prayyyy)
If you should bless me enough to let me reign, I will contain you (Prayyyy)
I promise - I will stop the killin, I will change (Prayyyy)
I promise - I will put in this flow, what you put in my soul

[Royce Da 5'9"]
The whole misconception with me
The only thing people think that I'm arrogant when they don't know me
That's what it was
If I wasn't a real nigga the shit would not bother me but it does
The shit is not fair
Just picture yourself lookin in the mirror tryna change what is not there
When niggaz stop speakin
Them phone calls get slow, I'm feelin like Nas before he dropped "Ether"
I appear to be sober
I'ma really be runnin over whoever said that my career was over
Whoever gave me the cold shoulder
And turn they backs on me, I'll be blazin you from both coasts
Believe me, I got Lil' Homie and July 6
So you funny actin ass producers, I don't need you
You can keep yo' beats, rap for money
FUCK you and everybody else who acted funny

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Uhh, I'm callin every nigga out in the game
that tried to go against the fire and douse the flame
I could shout yo' name
But nobody stands out more than anybody else, you doubt the same
For every nigga that say I'm hidin
just because I ain't hangin out at the same places I once vibed in
Everybody at my father's job askin him rumors, shit
Stop as my dad soon gon' quit
If I can, maybe thank him for raising me
to think like a baby gangsta, crazy temper
I paid my sentence - totaled out the prison
the game sent me, fame owes my name plus interest
But once you strapped in to the penmanship
and the track rumbles, you trapped in this rap jungle
When you can't come through, sales are numbers
The one who prevails'll be the one who remain tumbled

[Chorus]

[Royce] What you put in my soul.. [echoes]

[Ingrid Smalls]
Prayyyy, prayyyy, prayyyy
Prayyyy, prayyyy, prayyyy.. [fades out]

 

[fox69]

"I Won't Be"

"I Won't Be"


[Royce]
What was that?
"I'm bout to blow the fuck up, UHH!" "Yeah" [4x]
[Chorus]
If I ain't never been beat by niggas, I won't be
If I ain't never been dissed by niggas, I won't be
If I ain't never been robbed by niggas, I won't be
If I ain't never been killed by niggas, I won't be
If I ain't never been beat by niggas, I won't be
If I ain't never been dissed by niggas, I won't be
If I ain't never been robbed by niggas, I won't be
If I ain't keepin it real wit niggas, I won't win
Defeat glory, rather it's deep stories or helluva quotes
Never below, better than dope, off to the side
Watchin you play games like the veteran coach
If what you spit off the top's never been wrote
Then why you all punchlines, you tellin a joke?
I'm never right, you'll forever be the best
I'll never be less than the best
Physically Christ, you guessed cuz never it's like
Equivalent to forever twice
The exception to the word perfection
I'll never be broke, if I ain't sellin you rap, I'm sellin you coke
Just when you thought I couldn't get better, I spoke
And sendin you back to the lab
What would you equal after the math, I'm tellin results
I'm bad as they come, time flys, I'm havin some fun
The second I spoke, the battle is won, what
[Chorus - replace "won't win" w/ "won't make it"]
I'll be hated, takin rap to where it's never been taken
Say "never say never" but never's forever mistaken
I'm hopin to change my name, get spoken in vain
Niggas is broke in the game, still hopin for change
You ain't feelin me, you feelin energy
Instantly sent
Lettin you know I'm the epitome of what the shit'll be
Hater-proof resistant, say the truth
Ain't nobody like mines, you try to bite mines and break a tooth
We stay on the outside the chalklines
Leavin you inside outlined, try to doubt mines and you can die
Just think if the game had no Royce
It be niggas wit fame and fans that should hate him but have no choice
I'm blowin so much I'm glowin
All throughout my camp is showin
They all my niggas that I trust cuz I know em
We movin toward the cheddar, the more the better
So when you say never make sure it's forever, what
[Chorus - repeat first half 2x]
"I'm bout to blow the fuck up, UHH!" "Yeah" [repeat to end]

 

[fox69]

"I'm Fresh"
(feat. Mr. Porter)

"I'm Fresh"
(feat. Mr. Porter)



"Mr. Porter has asked me to warn you
that this next joint may harm your speakers,
especially if you're riding in a whip with a shitty system.
Ha ha ha, I made a funny."

[Intro]
Uhh {"As we proceed, to give you what you need"}
5'9" motherfuckers
Get live motherfuckers

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Get ready {"Cause this ain't"} FUNNY!
{"My name's"} 5'9" and I'm about to get MONEY!
If you could name another nigga that can do it
quite the way I do it I will have to say I blew it
Biggie, Pun, 'Pac'll say "I knew it, homie is the truest"
So let your cronies know you're only phony as your crew is
When that beat start, droppin and that heat start, poppin
Now that "Street Hop" is knockin
OxyContin, crack, coke, weed
Her-o-in; we're, cho-sen
OxyContin, crack, coke, weed
Her-o-in; we're {dope dope.."}
Nigga stop jockin, if I ain't like God then God is just like me
Firin squad, I am so fly God can sight me
I am me, I am simply my own envy
I'm jealous of myself, by all means

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm {"Fresh!"}
Tell you da-da-da-ding, call me
Cause {"We are"} {"Fresh!"}
Dope boy {"Fresh!"}...
{"Today's agenda"} Hip-Hop {"Niggaz bleed"} dick shots
{"There's never been a nigga this good for this long"}
{"Today's agenda"} Fuck y'all hoes {"Get money"}
I'm so dope boy, rock-rock star [scratched:] "Fresh! Fresh!"

[Royce Da 5'9" (Mr. Porter)]
Triumphant, honestly I am just here to get clear
Like Niacin dietin bullets take a nigga weight away from him
like Jared from Subway, tryin to get full and
I am the bull and you ridin, blow your puddin inside of your hooded
I'm out of my mind, +ketchup+ or y'all'll be Heinz
I am (I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz!)
Sinister pimpin with benefits {"I put the gun to ya"}
{"Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya"}
And use a sample to finish my sentences
Y'all niggaz extra, I call all my niggaz comin to get ya
I call all my bitches Carmen Electra
Extra {"BITCH!"} Read all about me
Newspaper, move fakers, food taker, I'm starvin
I bombard you so pardon like I'm fartin
The one comes with a bullet, that goes beyond chartin
You couldn't finish what I'm startin

[Chorus]

[Mr. Porter]
... I'm just playin wit y'all niggaz!

 

[fox69]

"I'm Me (Freestyle)"

"I'm Me (Freestyle)"


[Verse 1:]
I got money on my mind
That's why I'm twice on my grind
I'm nice cause I rhyme like it's my life's on that line
The second that I'm provoked, I snap
Into a point that ain't controllable
Then it's either war, or another quotable
Don't let me get a hold of you dudes
I'll murder you on camera, get Kelly's lawyer and get a mole removed
I probably shouldn't have said that
Fuck y'all
On the record, off the record
If I'm on the record I'ma off the record
I need a push when I'm tired of rhymin'
Go ahead and diss me
Cause me and George Bush got a lot in common
We both got no sense, we love to go to war
And we stay lookin' for weapons of mass destruction
This industry is Hilary Clinton literally listen
You ain't got no choice now, roll with a nigga
If you twisted enough to picture a devil mixed
With an angel that's sick
Drunk inside a Range Ro that's kiss
Wish I could stick
Every rapper in this bitch in the building
Let 'em cipher while I fly a plane through that bitch
Cause I hate y'all
I'm tri-polar with the 8 ball
I want you on my album
I pull out the K and make y'all
In case y'all
Wanna share my light
I'm gonna tell it like it is
Fuck it, it's my chair my right
I'm a motherfuckin' problem
I don't care if y'all don't like
Times three nigga
I'm me nigga

I'm me nigga

[Verse 2:]
Big dick, bitch, big balls
We the kind that supply the rock like Chris Paul
The same kind that aim 9's, insane conscious
Then we get rid of +The Rock+ like Duane Johnson
Lady killer
The fly version of Orinthal
You ain't got no DUI's then you probably a cornball
Wittiest
If you call a labtop a laptop
You sound like a scientist but you're probably an idiot
Your stories ain't holdin' up
Y'all niggas lyin'
Got me thinkin', y'all is too young or y'all ain't old enough
Niggas sayin', "When is Royce gonna stop beefin' with rappers?"
Bitch, when hell freeze over and Wayne sober up
By the way, fuck all DJ's
I'm just kiddin'
I just threw that in there to get y'all attention
No intention of ever dyin'
Nigga, life too sweet
Two words for who don't like me "fight" and "me"
I take care of my family
They say, "Do the +Kid Rock+ like Pam Lee?"
The answer is, "Yes".
And I invest
It takes money to make money
So I make green off of green like Stan Lee
Smart shit
I ain't got beef with no Joe Budden
Y'all niggas gonna get these niggas killed tryin' to start shit
Niggas hire muscle cause livin' is a privilege
The only rapper I admire for his strength is Xzibit

I'm me nigga

[Verse 3:]
I kill you
Right away
Soon as you cross, go ahead, you got the right-a-way
Give a nigga iron like vitamin
Play
I will ride up in broad day and night a nigga's day
Drunk
I'm a recovery outpatient
You at the top you shot
Your spot is now taken
Psychotic is the ploy
How the fuck you rappin' and you gay
And you've been spotted with a boy
Like a dalmatian
If I switch up I'd probably be instantly sellin'
Got a clip full of pellets known as MC repellent
While you talkin' about your money
And how I can't have none of it
I'll hit a nigga low
Just for the dag fun of it
I'm never gonna lose
Never lost and I'ma prove it
Except for my virginity, but I was tryin' to lose it
I be on some Tom Cruise shit
Standin' on the couch in the club
Laughin' bout my dime new chick
She the shit
But if you ask her she's useless
I'm in the pocket got a rocket down under like Houston
So I'm gonna keep being me
And you should keep being you
If being you offends me, indeed it's gonna be me & you
But understand that if it's that
It's either gonna be me or you
So pump your breaks before I do you
Like a got a key to you
Shut your power off
I'm a G-A-N-G-S-T-R
Yes we are

I'm me

 

[fox69]

"I'm Nice"

"I'm Nice"


[Intro]
You can see Green Lantern is invading the airwaves
He's invading the airwaves. Turn up the radio, turn up your radio

[Chorus]
I'm grindin' till I'm tired
Cause you ain't grindin' until you die
That's way I'm grindin'
That's why
I'm losin' my mind
I spit through the day to get through the night
God lord I'm the shit
You niggas know I'm lethal
I'm just wonderin' why
You wanna think I'm nice
What the fuck you niggas try to do tonight?
Motherfucker I'm nice

[Verse 1]
I don't need no ovation
MC with no patience
Diddy called me to write it when he needed rotation
Went to his location
Wrote it for no pay then
Gave him my CD, while the streets was pulsatin'
I guess my luck passed
Yup, cause Puff passed
Puff passed on me like the weed rotatin'
No hatin'
He must be eatin' way too much cheese cake
If he think he can see an MC from his team take me
That ain't a diss though
It's just so frustratin'
Makes you wanna go and shoot up stations
Smack a DJ
I don't like for nothin' basically
If I should die tonight I done been to enough places
Play some motherfuckin' Nas you bitch
Quit ridin' dick
Worryin' about Plies and Trick
He's just nice
Jesus Christ
But this is God you get
My new name should be Allah Who Spit
My vibe is sick
My CD in your car, bitch you ridin' with
More hot shit in it then Roberts Get
Lava
Saliva
I'm prob-ally in L.A.
Gettin' into some head like a Dodger's fit
We oppo-site
Let's be Frank like Sinatra
Shit
I'm the illest nigga out this bitch
I'll empty every bullet out this clip
Don't doubt this
I'm on fire nigga
Who gonna douse this?

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
We are not the same but I'm not a martian
I'm an arson
I ride around drama startin'
I bet you niggas won't be wolfin' when that llama barkin'
Cause you can get the picture with some milk behind the carton
What's beef?
I play it one way
Violate on Sunday get annihilated Monday (I'm nice)
You niggas is actors
What are you recordin'?
I leave you bleedin', lyin' on the cuttin' room floor then
Listen to Joe Budden say, "I fell the fuck off"
But he ain't never fell on, I'm just gonna ignore him
Make a nigga extra famous after I warn him
Don't jump
You as gay as
Greg Louganis into that water
You don't want it
You can either have a nice afternoon
Or you can have your family do the mourning/morning
Nothing can stop us
Fly when nothin' can top us
Been hustling hip hop since I went and fucked with the Doctor
I know I sound high
But I will break you
Do you like a cup at the opera?
No thank you
Nigga I ain't buyin' them wolf tickets you sellin'
I'm an artist, here's my pen
Bury it with Magellan
Nigga who is you tellin'?
I know when I'm nice
Life is a gamble
I roll like I loaded my dice
My flow is my life
My talents just go with my pipes
That phantom on them 20 20's and so is my sight

[Chorus]