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Real niggas only First of all, what's my name Five-Nine Yeah, I got something for you I got something for you, yeah They call me Royce 5-9 or Mr. Always Ice Cold Wristed Or Mr. None Of Your Business The hardest hitting nigga in show business Came in this game with a pissy-ass attitude Arrogant like, shut up Laughing that you a trick I wasn't happy before but I'm happy today I'm rapping today, looking to get a plaque in my day So I met this White boy one night Who turned out to be the illest human being I ever heard in my life He took me under his wing and showed me some things And molded me into a pro until the flow was mean Taught me not to do it like this, but to do it like that Threw me all types of love and I threw it right back Though we don't talk as much, we never let the game consume us Cause we too real, my nigga Slim, let's grow Let us grow up, now we got here We can't stop here, we too far All my niggas, y'all my niggas And you all know who you are Royce 5-9 or, twelve men in one About as explosive as them shells in your gun Mr. Quick To Pull A Thing On You just for your loot Mr. Mr. Mr. Quick To Swing On You before he shoot I'm the finest tuned rapping machine rapping a scene Since, way back when there was only rapping in Queens Suck my balls if you competing with me homeboy I don't dream, I'm the type to just be homeboy Sucka free is like a religion I honor and serve And more common in words, a song with you, what's in it Y'all niggas is all punks and your jewels is rented And your diamonds is all dark, like they blue but tinted I would never kill none of y'all, I ain't that fool But I will stomp the shit out you, I ain't that cool You ain't even gotta greet me when you see, matter of fact You better give me five feet when you see me, where you at Let's grow Royce 5-9 or, one cent nigga Bitches know that with me that the cum gets quicker Mr. Always Got Some Cris' Or A Pistol Rather diss you than chill wit you and will hit you The insanest monster that came and conquered A game that remains to be full of trained imposters I will not let you niggas talk to me, no way This is not what I'm here for, give me my money Faggots only attract faggots, and that's that You rap rat, you fuckin roaches and black maggots Feelin my heat, I talk shit from the moment I wake up Turn right around and talk shit in my sleep - let's grow
Writer(s): Carlos Broady, James Dewitt Yancey, Ryan D. Montgomery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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