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Royce Da 5'9"
Royce Da 5'9"

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Tonalità: B minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I'm the verbal-spit Smith & Wesson
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I unload with sick spit
The quick wit could split a split-second
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Bomb Bomb with a lit wick expression
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You here a tick tick then you testin'
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My saliva and spit can split thread
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into fiber and bits
So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
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Everybody claiming they the best
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and they head the throne
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Since B.I.G is gone, if you ask me,
they "Dead Wrong"
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My flow is hotter than
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the flash from the click
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When the hammer slaps the bullet
on the ass from the clip
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You wind up in a room full of my dogs
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I'll have you feeling like a fire
hydrant in a room full of dogs
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So come, come now,
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get pissed on, shitted on
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Tough talk turns to, "Can't
we all just get along"
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You get blazed when the mic's off,
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shot when it's on
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You probably ducked when they laid
the gun shot in your song
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My gun stutters when
it speaks to you
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Utter shit to re peat to you
Nothing the clip, then give a speech to you
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Me and Premier,
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we kind of the same in ways
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We both speak with our hands
in dangerous ways
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Rap now is a circus of clowns
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A whole lot of lip from cliques
I'd probably rap circles around
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I'm the next best to reach
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a peak formerly known
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As the best keep secret,
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I guess that I just leaked it
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"Tragic
Verse 2
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like the havoc of
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a nuclear bomb"
"Boom..boom, bam,
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God-damn!"
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"Royce 5'9"
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"Tragic like the havoc of
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a nuclear bomb"
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"Boom..boom, bam,
God-damn!"
"Royce 5'9"
Verse 3
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I'm a motherfuckin' star,
I don't battle no mo'
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I provide the gun clapping a round
of applause after your show
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We can go toe-to-toe cause cause
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cause they calling you hot
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Stepping around all your punches like,
"That's all you got?"
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Everyday I'm meeting somebody
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and all of they peeps
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Quick to shake a nigga's hand
and show me all of they teeth
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And these bitches I be patting they asses
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They be all dumb and googly-eyed looking looking
at me, batting they lashes
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Rappers think Detroit niggas
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not as down as them
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Or since I'm down with Slim
that I sound like him
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Quick to judge me and tell
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me that my hook might sell
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And say faggot shit to me like I look like L
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My advice quit talking it's over
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I was knocking niggas out when you
was knocking sticks off of their shoulders
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I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat
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I got regrets older than some
of you so called vets
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Niggas say I found God with the flow
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Bring the police to the studio and bring
the bomb squad to the show
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Ain't a nigga touching mines
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When you listen to my shit - you don't chew,
you don't breathe
You'll miss a fucking line
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Every time I spit,
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I tick to show you it's hot
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Leave me in the deck too long I blow up your
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box: boom!
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