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*ticking* |
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(Royce Da 5'9) |
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Uhh.. boom... |
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Tick tick tick.. yeah.. 5'9 uhh |
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Yo.. |
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I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson |
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I unload with sick spit the quick wick could split a split-second |
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Bomb with a lit wick expression |
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You here a tick tick then you testin.. |
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My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits |
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So trust me, I'm as live as it gets |
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Everybody claimin they the best and head the throne |
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Since B.I.G is gone, if you ask me, they +Dead Wrong+ |
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My flow is hotter than the flash from the click |
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When the hammer slaps the bullet on the ass from the clip |
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You wind up in a room full of my dawgs |
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I'll have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs |
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So come, come now, get pissed on, shitted on |
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Tough talk turns to, "Can't we all just get along" |
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You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on |
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You probably ducked when they laid the gun shot in your song |
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My gun strrr-utters when it speaks to you |
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Utter shit to repeat to you |
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Nothing the clip, then give a speech to you |
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Me and Premier, we kind of the same in ways |
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We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways |
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Rap now is a circus of clowns |
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A whole lot of lip from cliques I'd probably rap circles around |
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I'm the next best to reach a peak formerly known |
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as the best keep secret, I guess that I just leaked it |
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(Hook - 2X) |
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(Boom!) |
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Somebody better duck or (RUN) |
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Somebody better (Watch out cuz he's bout to blow up) |
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"Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" ..Royce 5'9" |
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I'm a motherfuckin star, I don't battle no mo' |
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I provide the the gun clappin around of applause after ya show |
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We can go toe to toe cuz they calling you hot |
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Steppin around all ya punches like, "That's all you got?" |
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Everyday I'm meetin somebody and all of they peeps |
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Quick to shake a nigga's hand and show me all of they teeth |
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And these bitches I be pattin they asses |
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They be all dumb and googly-eyed lookin at me, battin they lashes |
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Rappers think Detroit niggaz not as down as them |
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Or since I'm down with Slim that I sound like him |
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Quick to judge me and tell me that my hook might sell |
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And say faggot shit to me like I look like L |
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My advice quit talking it's over |
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I was knockin niggaz out when you was knockin sticks offa they shoulders |
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I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat |
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I got regrets older than some of you so called vets |
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Niggaz say I found God with the flow |
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Bring the police to the studio and bring the bomb squad to the show |
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Ain't a nigga touching mines |
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When you listen to my shit - you don't chew, you don't breathe, |
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you'll miss a fucking line |
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Every time I spit, I tick to show you it's hot |
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Leave me in the deck too long I blow up your box |
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Boom! *explosion* |
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"God..God-damn!" ..Royce 5'9" |
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(Hook - 2x) |
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"Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" ..Royce.. 5'9" |
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"Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" ..Royce 5'9" |
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"Boom..boom, bam, G...God-damn!" ...Royce 5'9" |
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*ticking* .. *explosion* .. *more ticking* |
