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Royce Da 5`9"

Fuck a Hook

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Текст песни Royce Da 5`9" - Fuck a Hook

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[Royce Da 5`9"]DJ`s and MC`sComin up next is the incredibleWe takin it back to the beats and the RHYYYYYYYYYMES...5-9 is BACK, about to make a nigga spin on his BACKNot on a cardboard, on the ground with people surroundinlookin down at him lookin astoundedReady to draw around him; an outline of his body in chalk formThis nigga here let the trigger talk for himHis niggaz`ll bark for him, for real, his heart`s warmSo you`ve been warned (GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO..)I don`t even need to be drunk forever, the liquor is rootin me onI turn tables fast as Jam Master Jay doI`m N.W.A., I choke hoes like DrePoke holes in the pavement, throw foes in the graveIf you could choose between a broke nose or the A.K.I make movies like Cube `cept I use hammersYEP! I shoot but I don`t do it with camerasNOPE! So you can call me MalcolmYou can all witness what I be doin to all of these rappers (yes!)Wit`chall sloppy tactics; don`t try to copycat meif you ain`t tryna box me backAnd watch your back, don`t take another look into the eyesof a nigga that`s willin to ride `til he blind(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook)Chk-chk-chk, Royce.. 5.. 9.. (he`s baaaaack)Yeah, and it`s on(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. fuck a hook)Chk-chka-chka-chka, I will rhyme all dayYES!I`ll show you the back of your brainSlap you with the back of the gunClap you when the rappin is doneI aim to hit, I pack macs, accurate onesChange the clip, I send rappers back where they fromChangin fast, the game I ask is not a sportI`m tired of bein a fuckin day late and a dollar shortAnd I`m back! All of you rap niggaz hide your micsI`m ridin, dyin, and I ain`t flyin by on them bikesI`m walkin, talkin, you eye me you dyin tonightThis iron is showin you the shine designed by ChristAnd I, am the head reaper about the sick shitYou about to see dead people without the "Sixth Sense"And yeah, takin food off my mother`s table`llget you killed regardless, like my brother`s labelMy heart and arteries a part of me, that`ll test the truestWe can do it, put your vest into it, yeah(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. fuck a hook)Chka-chka-chk, you don`t wanna play with him todayYea - NO!Yeah, hardcore! Rhymes galore!OHH! Givin you what you needLike I told you BEFOOOOOOOOOOORE..Yeah, the rap game is DEAD, I`m bout to breathe life in itBring it back to when niggaz was cypherinYeah, back in the DAY, when nobody needed radio playI was straight long as my radio played tapesAnd this went on before all of them pay datesWe was backflippin and windmillin to save faceThese days, we`ll give you the mac so stay in your placeI hope before you lay on your back, you sayin your grace (pray!)These new cats that rap to me they groupiesYou never see `em in Max Julius or them GuccisOr they woulda got robbed for them Diadoresor the Gazelles, we the store, we take, we sell youritems we took, have you goin to tellWe crooks, we either goin pro or goin to jailI know I`ma spare - many lifesThis rap shit is comin with ME, cause don`t nobody know how to share(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. fuck a hook)Chka-chka...("Get in your mind, get in your mind Get in your mind all day!!")

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