Текст песни Royce Da 5`9" - Death Day
Royce Da 5`9" - Death Day слова песни
{*to the IN DA CLUB beat*}Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, goThis is an exclusive, it`s your death dayWe gonna party like it`s your death dayNow we bringin` the boys again the boy should winThe stroy is told over and over againWhat the fuck is you doped up my whole team toys with toolsI got a combustable notebook and a poison penUpon game the boy can scrap flows LeBron JamesLike a young man among boys of rap, and he`s backTo clean house ( yeah ) so shut the fuck upSteve Stoute said I was wack he bout to shut the fuck up ( yeah )How riviting am I? I`m living inside my cynical mindSpillin` my nine a clumsy killer that`s comfy with criminal tiesReally the city is mineMe and Eminem liek Diddy and Shyne ( So )We `bout to put the game in a chicken wangRegardless your artists are surrounded like a picture frame ( and I )Can look in the future and see better daysIm a gangsta twenty-four hours and seven daysAnd YES is my mentality you want beef with usYES is our mentality YESIt`s your death dayWe gonna party like it`s your death dayYou want beef with 5`9`` it`s your death dayYou wanna get slapped right now it`s your death dayI want just slap ya I`ll shot ya afterWho`s the sickest rapper?It`s your death day ( yeah )ExclusiveOnly for my niggazHolla Back!