Royce Da 5'9"

[fox69]

"I'm The King"

"I'm The King"


What....wha...
5'9! I'm the King!
What...yeah...what, yo...

[CHORUS]
I'm-a rhyme til I can't rhyme no more
Burn til I can't burn no more
Shine til there's no shine no more
Til the earth can't turn no more
Until I'm 5'9 no nore (I'm the king!) [2x]

Ya'll niggaz is real cocky on the street
Til I drop you on ya knees
Knock you on ya feet, I'm like Rocky on the reach
I rain while you hope to sustain dope in this game
Somethin' you can't stop, you can only hope to contain
I can aim so I blaze my tool
I got a name from usin' pocket change to pay my dues (niggaz know!)
I'm sharp as a shank and about as soft as you think
I'm hangin from the cross of your link, you get offered a drink
Niggaz is fast learners, you're only as hot as the back burner
From mad rappers and clap burners
Talk to the foot thinkin' you real
I'm starin' at the face of ya bill forgettin' how George Washington looks
You came to box a nigga that's flat out dirty
Just name the spot and I'll be there a half hour early
I write for the purpose to express a view
A nigga that's wack? You a nigga that I don't like as a person

[CHORUS 2x]

I'm in shape to give you a quick whoopin', hard asshole in the wall
Frownin' up, niggaz thinkin' you sick cuz you sick lookin'
I'm heated, an' I'm-a go to trial blowin' my triggers
Ya'll niggaz ain't rough, you need to smile more in ya pictures
Split somebody, and serve the nigga whose style you bit
That bit like 10 niggaz that bit somebody
Top of the world, all that's around you is beneath me
Me learnin' from your mistakes is the only way you can teach me
Mo' thunder, cockin' big heat
So undergrounds niggaz wit' beef can get mo' under, 6 feet
Man ya missles, I plan to dis you
Unleash wit' about 30 punches before the first lands and hits you
Niggaz I doubt ya'll cuz I'm an outlaw
Right-handed, built wit' a left that can arm wrestle a southpaw
Gun shine bright, (ya'll niggaz?) ya'll need to rhyme like 5'9
Unsigned wit' hype... (King!)

[CHORUS 2x]

[scratches]
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....on the microphone
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....no, no I ain't jokin'
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....that's in command, that's in command
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....on the microphone
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....the funk rhymin' master
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....that's in command, that's in command

I'm the kiiiiiiiing....

 

[fox69]

"I've Been Up, I've Been Down"

"I've Been Up, I've Been Down"


[8 seconds instrumental]

[Intro:]
G'eah, g'ah!
G'eah, g'eah, g'eah, g'ah!

[Verse 1:]
Somebody very dear to me (aaahhh!) just attempted to kill herself;
And showed me we don't fear death. - We fear fear itself!
Ever since - '98 in Hip-Hop my presence been felt;
Couple of dollars, couple of models, couple of bitch niggas under-my-belt!
Thorough nigga, I'm a hold you to it, if we hand shake;
My - "plan B" is to complete "plan A".
Grindin' been my strategy ('ey!) like this is my anatomy,
I should get? sick; why? - Why, whyyy?
Would you let some dollar dictate your army? (aaahhh!)
I brush my shoulders up. - Polish off haters!
If you play me, I will spray your potato - layed up with ff-fakeeers, (aaahhh!)
I-put-'em-in-the-news-in-a-major-paper.
My - roller coaster of a career,
Hope it's been real for you, because it's been weird for me! - I feel like...

[Chorus:]
They can take away the cars, (whoo!) they can take away the cash, (whoo!)
Yo, I bet you that they can't take the realness, that's in ME! (whooo!)
I've been up, - I've been down. - I don't give a fuck! - Yeeaah!
I've been up, - I've been down. - I don't give a fuck! - Yeeeaaah!
I've been up, - I've been down. - I don't give a fuck!
They can take away the cars, they can take away the cash;
Yo, I bet you that they can't take the realness that's in ME!

[Verse 2:]
I just want mama to be happy. (mama to be happy!)
Is that too motherfuckin' much to aaaask? (aaaask!)
Damn it! 'Bout to cry in this bitch. - King of the jungle,
I hate liars, but I fuck with a lioness bitch! (BITCH!)
If you don't straighten your ass out right now
I will find you and iron, you bitch.
Grindin' been my strategy ('ey!) like this is my anatomy,
I should get? to sick; why? - Why, whyyy?
Would you let love is make you act like a faggot?
I'm fly! (I'm fly!) - And you act like a maggot! (whooo!)
Money comes, money goes.
I used to wear funny clothes;
Hammer pants. - My mama used-to-wipe-my-runny-nose
My real fam-ily, all I care about is her. - I'm feelin' like... (whooo!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Then I watch my daddy hit my mama.
Listen to my mama tryna calm us, y'all don't understand the problem
That we have. - Who-gives-a-shit-about-dollars when you gotta-go-visit your father in rehab?
You said Rick Ryan Marcus long-as-I'm-gettin'-high-your-mama-will be sad.
And only I can fix this; so I'm a-turn-this-all around I promise (I promise!) - as we sat.
He said I'm-down-right-now-in-life-now-and-you-know-I'm a BE BACK!
And-when-he-got-back-home it was like he was heaven sent
Cause I was only 11 at the time and he's been clean and sober ever since. (whoo!)
He gave me this advice. (advice!) - You at a huge advantage;
Long as you know what's rules in life (life!) - and a view for the planet!
Rather You the man, you're the mechanic; people treat money like oxygen
When they got it they take it for granted. (HUUUHHH!) - But then lose it and panic!
So spoken, G. - I look at him like superman,
And y'all know niggas ain't even close to me, so if he can fall; so can we! (ooohhh!)

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Ignorant Shit (Freestyle)"

"Ignorant Shit (Freestyle)"


[Intro]
Green Lantern drop that shit
Yeah, my nigga Green (Green Lantern)
We ain't gonna change the beat on this one at all cause
I'm gonna flow it all the way through. Gotta have one or two of those
This is Bar Exam 2 by the way. We gonna kick back
This is for my nigga Keno. (Shout to Keno)
There's got to be
Nobody hot as me
Flow outta this world like Odyssey
That's why your girl is ridin' me
At the cottage
For the summer, she like me
Cause I operate with numbers like the lottery
Dick in a duke shoot
What you know about sodomy
I do what I want with her body
I'm a commodity
Last Real Nigga Alive
2Pac's prodigy
Take it even past conceited
I mock modesty
I'm major
Bitch it ain't trickin' if you gettin' it
That's why niggas don't be trippin' if I page her
My whole clique just like me
We roll in circles in packs
They call us the Life Savers
She behave, I put her beside nice neighbors
Let her ride to the top of that high rise
And that dark fader
I call it that
Cause the second you steppin' with the weapon
It's gonna light up like it's light saber
The car creeps invisible through the dark streets
With the lights off because it's dark with dark feet
I call a cab at any Miami heart beat
My bitch drawin' my bath like she's an art-ist
I'm a kingpin, son
I don't bark at puppies I ain't Queen Pen's son
The second one of y'all rap niggas start talkin' bout y'all boxin' me
Bet it's gonna be Ding then done
Swingin'
Only my ink pen runs
Never been chased
Been A-1 from day one (yes)
I don't know who the fuck you is
But I'll show you what the fuck this is
I fuck with the same type of niggas that fucked with Big
Niggas that'll throw them over the bridge
Right after they fuck your kids
Niggas get all surprised when 5'9" responds to 'em
I'm like naw, I ain't gonna do the Saigon to 'em
I leave the slappin' to him
I do 'em more like Ben Wallace
Alonzo Morning and put the arm to 'em
Forget the arguin'
Cause when the contract is intact
It's a wrap
Now the Mobb is signed to 'em
Fuck beef nigga
Life is short
It don't stop till they take you off that life support
Basically
Beefin' with me, your life is shorter
The definition of a Christ supporter
I come down like the wrath of the hand that made you
In the flesh of his flesh
And the blood of his blood, I bathe you
The flows amazin'
I closed the deal for show
My respect for your soul I'll trade you
But you probably already don' gave it to Satan
Cause how the fuck you doin' sold out stadiums?
To God, you as big as a baby bug
Doin' all them crazy drugs
You gonna be hotter on the day you judged
Y'all niggas peakin' out your careers like EQs
Deep down in your ears you're hearin' he's true
But you won't let it out, you're weak
You refuse
So I'm gonna stay deep in the field like cleat shoes
If I don' reached out to a dude to do a song
And it ain't happen
I give him dap and I move on
It ain't nothin' personal nigga
This is a business
This is the shit that we do to put our kids in cribs with
Nigga I'm an 80's baby
Fiend, foamin' at the mouth like rabies baby
Why you knockin' a G?
The only threesome you seen is on your TV
Somebody with a release right outside the top of the key
I'm right back in 'em
The truth's in these eyes
So you can believe I
Like that denim
I still say Shady's the greatest
But some people believe
I'm the only one around who can put the light back in him
But I don't like that
Gospel's Hostile like Kweli
And I ain't stoppin' till y'all niggas starve like Somalians

 

[fox69]

"Ima Let You Tell It"

"Ima Let You Tell It"


[Chorus]
But I'ma let you tell it (Smash Squad)
And you can ask me who's the illest around (Statik)
But I'ma let you tell it
Yeah, I can probably tell you my opinion on that
But I'ma let you tell it (You show off)
Don't ask me, "Who the illest MC?"
I'ma let you tell it

[Verse]
It ain't rocket science
I know you ain't cock no iron
I know who you run behind if them shots was flyin'
I know who the crime, the crook, the lolly gag sets
The rhymes, the book, the hookers who probably have sex
The kinds, the shook ones, the pawns the rook
And how the lines would look if I'm hooked to a polygraph test
Call me papi, the best
The answer to the solution to the problem in hip hop
You copy the test
I'm the cockiest catch
You a throw
You the treat at the end of my hook
You the eaten
You a hoe
You seem to be about losin'
There seem to be parts of my style
Lingerin' in your bowel movement
I took the courage and built my
Own company
I own somethin' that's why I purchased the silk tie
This is words to live by
Watch your words
Cause words trigger the trigger herbs get killed by
Shut up it's two shooters
Bet I can give you a tip
Get a new whip
And set up a new jeweler
Get wet up this 2-2-1
Light up your head and exit your lip
And sweat up your suit coolers
All your teams involved in things
That enter in your body and end all your dreams
Enter in your shoulder
Exit out your ass
Hittin' every organ like a pinball machine

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Independent's Day"

"Independent's Day"


[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, yeah
Well it's the uhh, uhh, abbrevia-ated letter
Associated with meta-metapho-phores and cheddar cheddar
The C.O.D., the P.O.P.
The "cash on delivery" at the "point of purchase" - don't I be workin?
Heaven and hell is standin next to you at the same time
Cuttin into your playin time, keep playin (playin)
Most of my predictions is speculation based on the patience
I've developed hustlin, racin this check I'm chasin (chasin)
Sellin mixtapes to them albums from 30 to 50 thousand (wow)
It ain't no problem, I got it, my following got me (got me)
Long as I continue to spit poems to send you
niggaz back to the L-A-B; I'ma be sellin out venues
Be out at them venues, sellin that merch'
Shippin CD's overseas nigga we sellin that WORK
The Escrow crew - just ran by
the petro man select don't know who the check go to
[Chorus: Royce]
Round here here.. round here, round here
Round here they call me independie
Cause of how independent my pen be
Movin on that paper, movin that paper
Uhh, uhh, round here, here, here
Round here they call me independie
Cause of how independent my pen be, uhh
We be on that paper like ink on that paper, uhh
[Royce Da 5'9"]
You can call it the quickest winter, the unstoppable summer
The opposite of the apocalypse comin to popular
Wanna be poppin this gun he about to be doin some old
impossible Three-6 Mafia numbers, each quarter
like the Beach Boys or the Beatles, the Parliament globally
callin the shots explodin 'til 'Pac, roll all the way over
Respectfully hate me, you best to behave
I'm seven dollars a record makin heftier pay
Can you realize platinum artist buck by buck, is that what you say?
200 thousand sold compared to the average platinum rapper
couldn't afford, what I blow, on all my taxes
Cause I own, my own masters - own, my own catalogue
Ain't tryna be old talkin 'bout "Oh, I had it all"
So it's mo', money mo', albums - add 'em all
The scanner that seal is the reason
I feel like a man of steel still standin cause I'm still scannin
[Chorus]
[Outro: Royce]
Y'know I always like to say that, this album is like a median
between "Death is Certain," and "Rock City"
But along that way, I manage to find my independence
So that's where we at right now
Royce Da 5'9", "Independent's Day"
Whattup Broady, you know'm talkin 'bout Broady?
Niggaz act like I ain't know they ass as I want to
These units will move, I will be on that TV screen
I will be ridin through a hood near you
Gettin some attention from yo' bitch, hahaha
M.I.C., oh yeah and we comin back again this year too
We not gon' be sittin out for long periods of time no more
So be on the look out for "July 5th"
Comin soon to a motherfuckin store near you
Round here, here, here..
"Let me see, two words to sum up my name in reality
Growth and patience, y'know they work hand-in-hand with each other
but at the same time they both deal with movin forward
I just try to keep some bits about myself 24 hours a day
Y'knowmsayin? I been through a lot
And if it's one thing I can say that I learned, it'll be stay bossy
I'm a boss, boss, boss.."

 

[fox69]

"It's All About"
(feat. Grafh)

"It's All About"
(feat. Grafh)



[Chorus 2X: Royce Da 5'9"]
I fuck with niggaz that murder
They do the type of shit you ain't heard of
Divide a nigga clique with the burner
It's all about ahhhhhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhhhhh-ah-ah-ah-ah

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm like Socrates
So to assume is to make an ass out of you fast after you drop to me
Look at the word, that's a suit, that's what you would do
Choo-choo train handguns, do your crew
I squeeze while I'm lookin at you
Cause you made a mistake like my nigga Crooked I's tattoo
I'm the answer - you niggaz is candy
Ya heart pump blood yet smell like a Jolly Rancher
While I'm lampin in my mansion with my private dancer
My man's outside of your house, my hired campers
I ain't the hardest nigga in the world
All I know is if you love me and know me you know I

[Chorus]

[Grafh]
Yup, you know I fucks with them niggaz that murder
They trigger finger's itchy when they grippin them burners
I am not a 9-to-5'er, I don't sit with them workers
Nigga I was flippin work while you was flippin them burgers
But I used to work in offices, now I'm the president
I'm where the Oval Office is but I don't roll with officers
I roll with loaded cartidges, don't know what law enforcement is
I know, I was marvelous, the road is like an orphanage
I blow and explode because I'm the arsonist, unloadin where the target is
I throw, gang signs when I pose for photographers
You don't know what the motto is, it's death before dishonor
Black Hand President, I's elected before Obama
I'da ran

[Chorus]

[Outro: Royce]
Yeah (yeah)
Black Hand (Black Hand)
M.I.C. Records, Gracie Prod'
Y'all know what it is nigga
It's Mr. Porter, from here on out
Haha, NICKEL, "Street Hop"
SLAUGHTERHOUSE! [echoes]

 

[fox69]

"It's Over"
(feat. Strick)

"It's Over"
(feat. Strick)



[Strick]
What, Silky Don Entertainment
That nigga Strick, Royce the 5'9''
Rock-A-Block all day, what yo yo yo
I'm the type to show up to the studio
Write that shit, spit it, hit it, leave ya'll askin "Who dat?"
I'm the next nigga to boom, I assumed ya'll already knew that
Hip hop's hottest new cat, lay your crew flat
Have your label faxin my label askin "Why ya'll have to do that?"
It's a true fact, when you rap, the crowd boo that
And more than a few cats agree you shouldn't even do rap
What you recorded, screw that, buy a new DAT
Your girl's a true rat, so when I fucked her I wore two hats
So move back you little newjack
'Fore you fuck around and do some shit that get not only you
But your whole crew whacked
Too strong and I'm too black
And pack not one but two gats
And I'ma aim em at you black, true dat

[Royce]
The veteran that'll never retire
Devilish, judge the red in my eye
Judge the nine instead of my size
Ahead of my time, the second coming of a legend in rhymes
That'll shine whenever I die
We never lie, you'll never get by
I just got love, I used to roll wit big shot thugs to hip hop clubs
You act up, the fifth got hugged and blasted
Pits got dugged and filled back up wit stiffs wrapped up in plastic
Give me a heater, you givin me a reason to shoot
You givin me the key to your coupe
Midwest, not the middle, Strick clutchin the five
Wavin the tec out the window, clip touchin the tire
Shit is over

[Chorus]
Shit is over, shit is over
The shit is over, the shit is over
Cuz ain't nobody fuckin wit us
Ain't nobody fuckin wit us
Shit is over, shit is over, BYE BYE
Shit is over, shit is over
Cuz ain't nobody fuckin wit us
Ain't nobody fuckin wit us

[Strick]
Aiyyo my mom's got Ahlzeimer's, my dad's an alcoholic
So last night, I forgot to drive drunk and hit you
Talk lots of junk and diss you
Pop the trunk and split you
Sick nigga, you don't really want it wit Strick, nigga
Freestyle or written shit, take your pick, nigga
Bring your click nigga, I'll swing a stick nigga
Wit hotter rhymes, I'm outta control and you outta line
I got alot of rhymes, and I'ma spit till you outta rhymes
The hot shit, you better off tryin to change the topic
I pop shit to let ya'll niggas know ya'll not shit
Hit the curb swervin in a hot whip
You a punk and I'm here
And you probably the one that flunked when I got skipped
Incredible rhymin and fuck wit niggas for fun
Buck at niggas wit guns, you duck from niggas and run
So who's the illest nigga that you know? (Who is it?)
Now ask that nigga who's the illest nigga that he know
I'll bet he say me, yo
The only thing bigger than my dick is my ego
I rip and it's over, while you stare at the chip on my shoulder
Ya'll don't want none of me
Not only will I have ya'll scared to bust
But you won't even discuss rap in front of me
The odds-on favorite to say shit
Then have your crew tellin you that nigga Strick's nuttin to play wit
Save it for a rainy day
I'll pick the tec up, aim and spray
And permanently take your pain away, what

[Chorus - only first 4 lines]

[Royce]
What what you're not in a least, above gettin shot in the street
I show up at cyphers and they scatter like I'm the police
Now we got a bunch of drug-connected thugs on records
Stripped butt-naked runnin when they blood is tested
All ya'll niggas stink, real niggas know what a bitch smell like
Tell you how we tell lies, tell what he wear his hair like
You can't amaze the amazing, change your ways
We plant bodies, throw stones wit the names engraved
The games you play, make me point this thing your way
My niggas rob for consistency, a chain a day
I'm about as humble as I can pretend to be
A real nigga's best friend, a bitch nigga's worst enemy
It don't hurt, it offends me
The chrome bursts in a frenzy
It's gon' work till it's empty
Just makin sure that my gun shoots fastin than yours
And I'm chasin you, and my bullets is chasin yours

[Chorus]

[Royce]
Yeah, Big Strick, Royce the 5'9''
Tommy Boy meets Rock-A-Block
Silky Don

 

[fox69]

"It's Over (Freestyle)"

"It's Over (Freestyle)"


[Royce Da 5'9"]
They say I'm the best in here
Picture your wife fuckin your twin, I'm like him
May the best man win, so later for you bums
A ways back I made a pact to stay sharp enough to sharpen a razor on my tongue
I'm sick with this, you sick like a panty sniffer
And you just wanna see her pee, like a dick blister
Y'all remind me of Fantasia brother, y'all be whylin
On TV every day I turn on y'all and y'all be cryin
I'm SURGICAL with this motherfuckin pen
The sickest nigga spittin 'til the end [echoes]

I don't really have to go against actors
I'm the last lyrical W.T.F.O.M.G. factor
so back off 'fore I blow your kneecap off
I'ma eat this beat like a bee eatin vegan, industry's where the beef is
In the car goin beep-beep while I roll over the drums and just straight (blam blam)
'Bout to build me a time machine and, get in it, and go back I'm done
Find Frank Nitti and Al Capone like, "Can y'all autograph my gun?"
Haha, I ain't tryin that hard right now, I'm just havin fun
Tell the whole world I just had a son, first name Earth, last name None
You live on that and your cash ain't come and you don't spit that shit ass ain't gone
Raised by a gangsta, come in the house with your ass whipped and you get an ass whoop-un
What a nigga know about the water in the shower gettin cold cause the bathroom faucet is on
The reason why I grabbed you, stabbed you, out-rap you and I ain't feelin like tossin a crumb
Heat a nigga house with the oven, like I like thuggin, what I probably just spit on my mother
Had to heat up the house with the oven, had to spend the night with my cousin
Guess I'll be poppin lots of shit, you can't do nothin 'bout it bitch
So get the heads up or be my Rock'em Sock'em opposite
I'm like a stock of bond, that could drop a bomb
Ridin slow with the slidin do' on the side
open on that minivan intended for no soccer mom
Lighters up high, I'm your fire supply
Writer with mad skills, I'm ill so hire your guy
Nobody's harder, he don't give a FUCK what he slaughters
He will drag your slutty daughter through the muddy waters
This beat is bait, get it out of me
I can shit it out me it's ate, I think I owe Drake an apology

Tweet about that you little fuckin fruit

 

[fox69]

"It's The New"

"It's The New"


Team invasion
[Verse 1:]
This ain't 'Ye it's more like Aids
This ain't James it's more like a trade
And you more like Wade
And I ain't playin'
I'm more like Cuban
Not the cigar, Mark, introduce him
"It's the new" - [Beastie Boys]
"Best rapper alive" - [Jay-Z x4]
Naw
This ain't Wayne
It's more like Pain
And I ain't talkin' bout with T dash in front
I'm more like needin' rehab for months
Hock and spew lyrics on Dr. Drew's spirit
Until he has the mumps
Drunk
That's if I can put it in one word
My niggas that ain't with all the drinkin', they want herb
So even though the car plush
The ashtray full of dark butts
Like we rollin' up lookin' for Yung Berg
Top off
Bitch in the front
Domin' me up
Till my rocks off
Either that or she gonna get lock jaw
Stop naw
If she come up for air
I cut her off like Jesse Jackson with a hand on Barack's balls
Awe
Nigga it's me
Jumper movie in the flesh straight from It-aly
Five series, six series Benz's
Fuck them little C's
I'm on some ole Maino shit
Throw everything at you but the kitchen sink till I plug you
It's goin' down
I'm on some ole Draino shit
I'm the Rich Po, not so
The flow spells gospel
Book you for a show and turn your hotel to hostel/hostile
(It's an invasion)
This ain't Luda, it's more like shoota
Better yet, (Shot Ya)
Pac or Big Poppa?
[Chorus:]
"It's the new"
"Best rapper alive" [x4]
[Verse 2:]
This ain't Jay
It's more like sprayed
The kind that confuse kindness with polite play
My bitch got two midgets in the bra
And a nose like a vacuum
She chillin' the Snow White way
Fuck Forbes
Fuck Money till they put some black heads them motherfuckers
Like they come from pores
Hip hop is alive
My nigga come for yours
I got the hood open, attached to jumper cords
Alone in the mirror
Rub a dub dub
I ain't the game
Even though I don't belong in this era
I'm tryin' to take shit past Nas, Jay, Shady & Dre shit
Shout out to the Doc
I'm tryin' to find patience/patients
Lookin' like I'm pacin'
Like hello, say hello to me
I elbowed my way into niggas conversations
I don't write rhymes
I commit death threats
This my new name if you ain't guessed yet!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Yeah, this ain't Fif
It's more like a gift
A bottle of Cris
On side of a sip or a quality lick
I'm the shit
You try to be sick
I be ridin' with silenced machine guns
While you be tryin' to be Tip
I'm still hood
I move minus the bus pass
Out with the poverty in with the new deluxe pad
This black nina
Told me I'm a black leader
That's why I be preachin' like David Banner
Minus the mustache
But I ain't runnin' from nothin'
As long as rappers is runnin'
They receive death from a sentence like capitol punishment
The flows is mean
I make a nigga lean
Like putting the word "meth"
Up in between the words "pro" and "azine"
Your bitch sprung right after my dick go fish
I leave her numb like a tongue after a coke kiss
I'm focused
I spit madness
You niggas is borin'
You at a level orange with your bitch-ass-ness
Plots is thickenin'
And I care about rappers
Bout as much as I care to see Terrance and Rocski bickerin'
Watch is sickenin'
Glocks is specifically hot
I'm trippin'
Is you with me or not?
[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"It's Tuesday (Intro)"

"It's Tuesday (Intro)"


It's Royce 5'9!!

[Royce talking]
Yeah, you scared ain't you? Haha
Relax.. it's just music
(It's Royce 5'9!!)
D-Elite, Jah 5'9, Royce 5'9
Cha Cha, Cut Throat, Billy Nix
My nigga Tre' Little, my nigga E
The Rock City niggaz, we in a world of our own
Don't you wanna come ride wit us?
Come ride wit us
Yeah, ride wit us down in Seven Mile
Niggaz with Rock City tattoos on they forearms
Niggaz throwin they sevens up wit..
Detroit D tattooed on they hand
That's how we do.. niggaz'll die for this shit
Time to play.. check it out

Aiyyo, sit back, smoke, the joke is over, you woke
This is pure provoked "Murder", it's over "She Wrote"
I don't know how niggaz manage to sleep
Wake up! The clock radio done panicked the streets
Say somethin! I been waitin now hand me these beats
I'm simply a branch of the Slim Shady family tree
That'll snap - D12 first in line of the wrath, I came last
Bout to put my size nine and a half, in the game's ass
Once I hit the booth I swooped on niggaz like "Whoosh"
Two-bit niggaz, coupes, and figures we rule
I been viscious, dissless and from one track to the next
I was gangsta when rap was nothin but the hats with the X
I sat and watched album for album, niggaz flop
Niggaz went from pro-black to Italian, I was hot
I worked my fuckin ass off, hopin to blast off
Now I'ma let y'all see me, like when Ghost took his mask off
Give you more run for ya ones, packin a full clip
Rapper niggaz come witcha guns, don't bullshit
I'ma only give you wild shit, rap with a mild pitch
Only clever with that occasional style switch
Y'all niggaz play around on the mic, that's why I'm bout to lay it down
Savor they way that you soundin tonight
Because, I listen to y'all niggaz records on Fool's Day
Now crack open and bump my shit, it's Tuesday!

[women singing]
It's Royce 5'9!!
This nigga know he too cool
But don't ya know ya too smooth
I really love how ya do
It ain't no other like you
You better wake up, he's coming...