Let's Go - Royce Da 5'9" feat Twista
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Huh?
We the best, Twist' you at n_gga c'mere
Sift ya lye.. c'mere
Extremely hard to be the king of a city it's dis
A n_gga that could twist like this
A n_gga that could rip any sh_t that he get
Never balk and come with a metaphor like this
Flow like dis, never broke but flow for the dough like this
Never been a n_gga that you know like dis
Cold like dis, but ah, it's just me and D-Mo like dis
Respect is a must, got every n_gga in every hood checkin for us
Never catch us catchin the bus
N_ggaz got whips, n_ggaz got loot,
n_ggaz got troops, got guns, got clips (what)
Next big thing, iced watch to go with the necklace ring
Iced out to go with the rest it seems
More or less the more of the best you seen
Big buzz, only rollin with big thugs
We get in clubs you know you gettin ya sh_t bust
Not too many ducks is goin against us
If ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift up
Rhyme till I can't rhyme no more, ball till I can't ball no more
Till I'm 5'9" no more, till the ice can't shine no more
Which ever comes first, let's go n_gga
[Hook - 2X]
Who the f_ck want what?!
Who the f_ck want what, want what?!
[Twis] Playa tell me why you hatin, cuz you the one take
[Twis] that from a n_gga that'll open you up
[Twis] You gotta send the deck up when we holla
[Royce Da 5'9"]
One of a hundred n_ggaz'll hate my sh_t
Eighty-nine'll bite, the other ten'll think of comin alike
Cuz my sh_t when it come to the mic, 99 outta 100'll like
Never disrespect a n_gga grippin the tec, it's my sh_t
Put the flow in affect with my clique
Go to the death, flow the best, my spit - I'm sick, it's my sh_t
Try to get slick and n_ggaz is gettin hit
You don't want that do you? It comes back to you
And I ain't even tryna rap to you, so s_ck my d_ck, it's my sh_t
Too many willin to pin ya in rap
put a endin to that, do the math with me
Straight to the lab, we're sendin you back
Keep going, you know that no one can last wit me
Stay armed with the biggest of arms, got b_tch-n_ggaz hittin alarms
Every rhyme is strictly writtin to harm
This my sh_t, keep every word of every verse in position to launch
Never gon' fail, never got plans of catchin a L
I'ma forever prevail, whatever you yell
It's my world, everything else, c'mon n_gga
[Hook - 2X]
[pause]
[Royce talking, beat slowly returning]
Motown, uhh..
Chi-town.. 5'9..
Twista, let's go n_gga uhh
[Twista]
Tell me who the f_ck want what
Whatchu murderous n_ggaz is ready to make the deck go up?
I could cause a scene to make you throw up
Put a bullet in yo' gut, bat em down and leave the sto' cut
Cuz homie you ain't got no choice ta,
Dat why you runnin to a real rida like Twista, or Roysta
Let the thirty caliber annoint ya
Whodie won't even know he hit till he feel his shirt s_ckin the moisture
Voice ya opinion if ya want to
Kick-ass winner, kick up dust in the middle of the arena
Subpeona motherf_ckaz like the courts do
We'll blast shortly ya nuts bust and it won't be a misdemeanor
We them n_ggaz that'll come approach ya
Shockin ya body our Bacardi keeps all ya nerves from bleedin
Until we heard no breathin - two undercovers,
we comin we get the dirty even; they know it's servin season
Sh_t is good as gone, cuz I gotta bring the goodies home
The petty packin penny brushin with the pretty pearl handle
Pistol, Pelle Pelle pants and the hoodie on
And you comin with the Midwest sh_t?
Remember how we took you, you trippin off how we did that sh_t
Somebody tell me where the weed at
Some n_ggaz knew I was about to snap so he hid that sh_t
I was gon' get buck - come hard - get crunk
Go into a thing and let the rhyme ride,
and hit them n_ggaz from the blindside
And take the whole opposition down with my dog 5'9
Ceremony for the killaz, bustin em off,
and comin off so you can bust yo' nut
Though I'm bout to bust yo' guts
But if yo' operation is hatin, who the f_ck want what?
[Hook - 4X]
[beat continues then fades out]
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