Текст песни Royce Da 5`9`` - What We Do
Royce Da 5`9`` - What We Do слова песни
yeah, still u lame? is beef, im your heiness in the streetsi can honestly comepetewit any nigga, feel the painmy odyssey discreetsbeat a nigga, steal his chainsno diamonds in that piecei been chillin on yall for yearsnow u hard? i got scars bigger than your individual carreerswho the fuck is Denaun? he dont even write rhymesactin like you rhyme harder than who? the Kon Artist is youno you just spoken up and now the heats on younigga you must be smokin` or jokin`slim got 50 and now its time for changeshady records lookin like a broke down dollar, you gotta be ashamedand damn, you cant even stop itslim got 50 cent, the rest of you niggas change in his pocketdont you niggas see? he let you come and get twistedyou dissin me? you niggas is unfinished businessfuck is you niggas tryina be?on every other niggas nuts in the industry, you find and meetfrom busta rhymes, to jay-z, to nas, to mecouldnt see me if them niggas wrote you a rhymes a pieceniggas is hiding in the streets, lie for meits funny cuz they paint a picture like i be in tons of beefbe out every night fightin, provin shitjealous ass niggas, i aint gotta prove shitthat means you could die from the felt responsefear my next move, like Eminem huggin on Elton Johnexcept yall playin carreer russian rouletthere`ll never be another d-12 album, whatchu betwho aint eatin? im a starnigga on my 4th deal im so full im feelin fatter than bizarreminus the shower cap and them dirty ass nikesminus the stud, minus the ugly ass wifeyall dont know what it takes to winnigga ill spark witcha boss, we made each other show up late to the gymso i said that you niggas is whackthat nigga asked me my opinion, its the truth, dont call me for thatniggas step up to the turf, everybody think yall whackwhat... you gon` write a diss record to the earth?you niggas is gay statisticsthe whole world know who the broke ass group wit the radio hits islong as niggas is takin ya picturesyou just dummies, you less money than slim spends on Hailie for Christmasi know slim sees the mistakes that he madetreatin yall like dre treated hitman and lady Eradeeven them niggas is smarter than yallniggas the cloth that i wipe my fuckin gun down with is harder than yallya hustle is over the rhyme bout is throughi got ya coach on the sideline touchin his shoulders, time out!its over... its over...