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[Royce Da 5`9"](Yeah) So you talkin about me so you can get known`Til the .9`s is out flyin out with the split bonesI learned you just talkin, it`s just a songYour words will not turn to sticks and stoneDon`t worry about murder my mob won`t do itOnly worries is worryin how I`m gon` do itThat mouth you got, it`ll create yo` hypeAnd you might wanna watch it cause it could save yo` life[Chorus: Royce]I don`t mess with what I can`t leave in less than thirty secondsYou will rest in a box in back of a hearse if I feel threatenedYou got your vest on but I don`t know why cause my AK say it`s just a shirtYou be bench-pressin the earth and not blastin or askin questions, first[Royce Da 5`9"]Yeah.. c`mon, yeah.. M.I.C...Of all I`m a gangsta, the album is scaryI`m Malcolm, I`ll get down if necessary (necessary)By any means - in which you breathe in the mic is the reason you left with a skinny teamThis .9 rings, settin `em straightThe rest, I`ll show `em what the five fingers said to the faceIf, act hard and you will head for the GatesAnd I don`t mean the one in your backyard; I`m talkin PearlyChristians call it sinnin (yeah) Muslims call it winninand witnesses call me worldly (worldly)This life is full of the type of nigga that`ll pull out a gun or a knifeDo it and run off in the nightWe specialize in the truest to ever rideYou slip you lose your life, you blew it like a breathilizerAsbestos flames come out of his mouth, he a riderThe next best thing to the Mafia and my motto is[Chorus][Royce - over Chorus]Yeah.. Rock Bottom nigga, yeahT-Dot nigga, yeah, the M.I.C.[T-Dot]Spittin real life from this shitAK rifle with clips is chrome with the knife on the tipOr two .9`s sit right on my hip, that`ll light up your stripAnd if you drivin let `em die in your whipMoms cryin and shit, fuck talk, better duck the leadCause them bullets poppin out the toaster like Wonder breadRhyme with your Lex out, chief in ex` house beatenwhen I whip tecs out you stressed out bleedinWife and kids get X`ed out evenKill stress out, catch `em leavin while I`m in the next house squeezinStop breathin when barettas be spittin, I never be missinWe actin like the gun law never resistant (whoa)See I laugh when niggaz be stuntinCause one flick of a button`ll pop the stash and the triggers be thumpinDumpin niggaz ain`t killin right, dealers ain`t dealin rightFuck the mic, real life, this is what I`m feelin like (like)[Chorus][Royce Da 5`9"]Uhh.. D-Elite nigga, yeahTre Little nigga, yeah, c`mon, yeahSo you talkin about me so you can get known`Til the .9`s is out flyin out with the split bonesI learned you just talkin, it`s just a songYour words will not turn to sticks and stoneDon`t worry about murder my mob won`t do itOnly worries is worryin how I`m gon` do itThat mouth you got, it`ll create yo` hypeAnd you might wanna watch it cause it could save yo` life[Tre Little]Yo, whatever homie, you can go and take that chain offRespect the pistol, it`s official, Little got them thangs outI hang out at bars where shots ring out at carsI game all your broads like, "Ho, come with a star" (c`mon)E`rybody know me, well at least in the DGotta be top three; Gordy, Zeke or meArrogant as a fuck, like "Damn, I match my truck"Gun and chain ain`t tucked, you don`t wanna run up (you don`t want it)Yeah, it`s just not worth it, I got stripes like a zebraMake you run like a cheetah, I don`t mind if we meet upYour neck a lil` froze, then let me turn the heat upBurger and the beef up, I`m like Kain when I creep upHold me down, run them sneakersHomie I don`t know your people, yeah I`m bout to fly my eagle manAnd I don`t care what y`all say in these streetsWe deep, D-Elite`ll Nyquil you to sleep, yeah[Chorus][Royce - over Chorus]Yeah, uhh, yeahYeah, yeah.. this that shit right here KYeah, shooter music niggaWe call this shooter music[T-Dot]Uh-huh, yeaRoyce fever nina, T-Dot rangeTre Little, Rock BottomM.I.C., yeah

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