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Royce Da 5'9'( Royce Da 59 )
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Warriors
Lyricist:Joe Budden, Ryan Montgomery, Ryan D Montgomery, Joell Ortiz, M Rutherford, Nicholas Warwar, Dominick Wickliffe
America's worst nightmare ahead by light years Hip hop's only shining star in the night's air Right here, don't fight fair, what I write, yeah Might there, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair
I been where you tryin' to be, I'm already hot All about cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rock They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock Kicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock
I'm goin for the kill, focused on a steady plot John Wilkes the Booth like when he dead aimed his nezzie shot You listenin' to hip hop's finest You rewind this, Slaughterhouse behind this
I like rap, this shit is cool, I'm better than mad niggaz But I'm just as good a crack pitcher as a pad ripper I say that to say this don't let mad liquor Turn me to a body bag zipper and not a ad libber
Couple joints ago I was right on that ave with ya Mad bigger than the cats David Tyree had last winter I'm not a made up character that's a Puerto Rican Brooklynite With two kids y'all see in them mag pictures
And however I gotta feed 'em I will All they ever gon' need in life is just, me and my will Interfere with that it's gon' be more than a beat that I kill Disrespect with an indirect and you will see if I'm real
Fuck you blood suckin' parasites I'm bringin' the terror right in front of your parent's sight You parents' eyes and yeah, I wear a pair of pipes I wear 'em like Sega like on a pair of thighs
I'm Eric Wright, I'm 'Ruthless', I terrorize You'll either perish or be paralyzed, I'm a thousand degrees Fahrenheit I'm even keepin' them heaters when we perform On stage rockin' like we from Korn, the people roar
What they don't know it's a secret war Inside of a rider I'm seekin' revenge on the world for bein' born And the desert eagle is mi amor She'll fuck you to death, blow your brains, either or 'cause she a whore
Allow me to reassure your stripe's worthless Like a pair of Diadora's when it leaves the Adidas store Don't be comparin' us to rappers Compare us to the Arabs, this a terrorist attack
Lord have mercy, we here to destroy everything You niggaz is butter in front a fuckin' machete swing Motherfucker I'm fly, I ain't no scary goon Try me and I guarantee you I'mma see you very soon
Leave a nigga ass out like Prince, take his bitch Put my 'Graffiti Bridge' right 'Under Her Cherry Moon' We notorious, pushin' them Porsches Y'all niggaz the orphans us, we the warriors
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com This rap shit is a workout on my legs, a nigga goin' hard on his bike But two million dudes is jumpin' on the pegs They know when that raw shit get recorded Either let your speakers enforce it or lay down in a mosh pit
Of course it's the bosses, actin' like officers Runnin' in these corporate offices Hungry lookin' for a four course dish no matter what the cost is Like the world's lawless so we don't know what remorse is
'Cause the V need like a thousand horses Slaughterhouse hoodie on, that's my new couture shit It's jump off he be the best Computers rank me number 1, blame the BCS It's they fault nigga
Ask about your boy, I'm nice with my hands Maybe that's why, every last thing I write is a jam Minus the fans, the flights to Japan, I am the man Anyone who feel they could see me is in dire need of a eye exam
My mind expands wider than the fan base of a fire band And what I release from my diaphragm Sticks to you, like the wrists of Spider-Man Fool a average listeners what you liars can do but you will die a scam
When I die they will retire my entire hand For years of scripted whoop ass, makin' intruders try a can I guess the moral of the story is Joell's victorious And everything's all gravy like Notorious
I left a nigga dead 'cause he said he was ready for I Let the Beretta give him wings since he said he was fly I'm in my Chevy ridin' to 'Bar Exam' and 'Mood Muzik' They the closest to 'Reasonable Doubt' and 'Ready to Die'
Crooked I, watch for snitches and wire devices My Fo'-fifth, fire in crisis, lift you higher than prices All my ice and on the mic I am the nicest Me and my bitch ride for life like Osirus and Isis
Yeah, word to Run-D.M.C. I'm 'Tougher Than Leather' face Never threw a gun in the trash but they call me 'Weapon Waist' It's like you movin' from the projects to the Hamptons The way my hammers be sendin' bastards to a better place
Let me set it straight, they fans been led astray Niggaz keep gassin' with guns with unleaded spray They don't know they one flow, one medic away From bein' taken away from here in the leaded state
I handle all of my serious issues with metal I stick you so deep in the earth your zipper can tickle the devil I'm skippin' the pick and the shovel, I'm pickin' you up And I'm shovin' your head in the mud until your kickings is level
Pardon I live for the moment, you rhymin' I give the atonement Like the Indians, I scalp and I wig the opponent But I'm a chief, matter of fact I'm a beast I'm a motherfuckin' Slaughterhouse G, boom
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