[Strick]

What, Silky Don Entertainment

That nigga Strick, Royce the 5'9''

Rock-A-Block all day, what yo yo yo

I'm the type to show up to the studio

Write that shit, spit it, hit it, leave ya'll askin "Who dat?"

I'm the next nigga to boom, I assumed ya'll already knew that

Hip hop's hottest new cat, lay your crew flat

Have your label faxin my label askin "Why ya'll have to do that?"

It's a true fact, when you rap, the crowd boo that

And more than a few cats agree you shouldn't even do rap

What you recorded, screw that, buy a new DAT

Your girl's a true rat, so when I fucked her I wore two hats

So move back you little newjack

'Fore you fuck around and do some shit that get not only you

But your whole crew whacked

Too strong and I'm too black

And pack not one but two gats

And I'ma aim em at you black, true dat



[Royce]

The veteran that'll never retire

Devilish, judge the red in my eye

Judge the nine instead of my size

Ahead of my time, the second coming of a legend in rhymes

That'll shine whenever I die

We never lie, you'll never get by

I just got love, I used to roll wit big shot thugs to hip hop clubs

You act up, the fifth got hugged and blasted

Pits got dugged and filled back up wit stiffs wrapped up in plastic

Give me a heater, you givin me a reason to shoot

You givin me the key to your coupe

Midwest, not the middle, Strick clutchin the five

Wavin the tec out the window, clip touchin the tire

Shit is over



[Chorus]

Shit is over, shit is over

The shit is over, the shit is over

Cuz ain't nobody fuckin wit us

Ain't nobody fuckin wit us

Shit is over, shit is over, BYE BYE

Shit is over, shit is over

Cuz ainc1