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[Intro: Royce]{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"} |
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Y'all been frontin |
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Without a ounce of thuggin |
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You go against me, you too can count for nothin[Royce Da 5'9"] |
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I'm the king of the backpackers |
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This T-bone contact to any wack rapper |
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It's biometric how |
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I wet yaMy dialect's an entire weapon, it's set to just fire reckless |
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BLAP! Like {"one-two"} guns swoop |
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In the same booth the federales tryin to run through |
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Like, like {"three-four"} we raw |
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Me and Vishis tradin like a triple beam seesaw |
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I'm a veteran, the mac-11 the pump |
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You could name whoever you want |
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Wayne... Yay... |
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JayHahaha, |
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I'm just playin wit 'em... |
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I keep the {"four-five"} on my hip |
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You take me serious then |
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I might trip |
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About {"seven-eight"} niggaz and die |
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Feelin some type of way |
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I figure it's pride |
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I'm the right-on truth |
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And that's right, |
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I'm even plottin on my own crew |
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Joey... Crooked... |
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OrtizSlaughterhouse![Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"} |
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Y'all been frontin (uh-huh) |
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Without a ounce of thuggin |
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You go against me, you too can count for nothin |
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Like {"One, two"} like {"three"} like |
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Ha ha, you {"two"} can - count for nothin[Royce Da 5'9"](Woo!) |
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I'm what choice is to option |
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Royce to hip-hop is what, |
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Mike Buffer's voice to boxing(Let's get ready to rumbllllle!) |
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Yes, it's a couple dope dealerssomewhere that got rich livin the shit that |
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I spit (me!) |
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I don't re-enact nigga, |
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I illuminate |
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I know every point what |
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I count like a |
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Q&AIt ain't a arm when it's tucked in my box |
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Since it's |
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Lindsay Lohan, niggaz call me |
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Fire Crotch |
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I'm seein clear like a |
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MyBotI drop my coupe, black shoes, black |
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Noob Saibot |
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I spit fire like |
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Izod, why not |
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Cause sho' 'nuff |
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I'm glowin like |
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Thai mockAnd y'all cryin like babies over the net |
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I should call you niggaz |
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Lady GagaI call, "You and Em need to get togetherY'all need each other Nickel Shady blah blah!" |
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If I die I'ma leave heat |
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I'ma leave the sun behind, |
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I'm tryin to repeat |
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Don't try to ban the drummer |
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He's an (Animal) and you can be a random number, uh (ohh!)[Chorus][Royce Da 5'9"](Ahh) |
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I put the gun to lames |
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Eeny-miny |
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Motown, play the numbers game |
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Five shots on my blockis like for once |
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I see like my pops is |
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CyclopsWith both eyes |
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I see you got no sides |
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Bring it to your |
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Chippendale neck with the bowties... |
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All you stand |
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Grab a bitch ass like "Aye," call me |
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OJ Da Juiceman... |
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I get away with murder |
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That Johnny |
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Rocket in my pocket with my favorite burger |
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I'm tryin to shake it like a |
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PolaroidThey said |
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I couldn't do it twice, call me |
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Soulja Boy |
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I said[Chorus] |
