Текст песни Royce Da 5`9" - What We Do
Royce Da 5`9" - What We Do слова песни
{*Commercial plays*}[Royce Da 5`9"]Yeah, still you lame, high as it beIf I`m ya highness in ya streets, I can honestly competeWit any nigga, feel the pain, my odessey just creepsPeep a nigga silver chain, no diamonds in the peiceI been chillin on dog for years... now you hardI got scars bigger in ya individual careerWho the fuck is Denaun, he don`t even write rhymesActin like he rap harder then who - the Kon Artist is youNow you get spoken up on how the heats on youNigga you must be smokin and jokinSlim got 50, and now it`s time for changeShady lookin like a broke down dollar, you gotta be ashamedAnd you can`t even stop itEm got 50 Cent, the rest of you niggas change in his pocketDon`t you niggas see he let you come and get twistedAnd you dissin me, but you niggas is unfinished businessSMUCK you niggas tryna beOn every other niggas nuts, in the industry you findin meFrom Busta Rhymes to Jay-Z to Nas to ME!Didn`t see me, yet them niggas won`t you to rhyme wit peeksNiggas is HIDIN in the streets, lyin on meIt`s funny, cause they paint a picture like I be in TONS of beefBe out every night fightin, provin shitJealous ass niggas, I ain`t gotta prove shit!That means you could die from the felt responseFear my next move like, Eminem huggin on Elton JohnExcept Y`ALL playin career Russian RouletteThere will never be another D-12 album nigga, what you betWho ain`t eatin, I`ma start nigga on my 4th dealI`m so full, I`m feelin fatter then BizzareMINUS the shower cap, and them dirty-ass Nike`sMinus the stutter, minus the ugly-ass wifeY`all don`t know what it takes to win, niggaI`ll spar up wit ya boss, we made each other show up late to the gymSo I said it - you niggas is whackThat nigga ask me my opinion, is it true, don`t fall for thatNigga step unto the turf, everybody think y`all WHACKWhat you gon` write a dis record to the earthYou niggas is Shady statistics, the whole world knowWho the broke-ass crew, wit the radio hits isWarren`s niggas is takin ya pictures, you just dummy`sYou less money then Slim spends on Hailie for ChristmasI know Slim see the mistakes that he madeTreatin y`all like Dre treated Hittman, and Lady of RageEven them niggas is smarter then y`all niggas, the clothThat I whip my fuckin gun down, is harder then y`allYa hustle is over, the rhyme bout is threwI got ya coach on the sideline, touchin his shoulderTIMEOUT - it`s over, it`s over