[Royce The 5'9'']

T-M-Royce 5

Pause

Listen to why girls drop they drawls

Alot of em they wanna get involved

Well why you still holdin up the wall

Allow me to introduce myself

My name is Royce Five Nine

Sick Sick Emcee

Here to filter the game

To let clips empty

Trackmaster sound now who's to blame

'Bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game

O.k, jump (jump)

If you want the respect then come (come)

Get it from a nigga that'll merk you

Or tattoo ya name on my arm

Like you one of my dead homies, just to beat the case

Believe me, I'ma lead the race

What is my game?

Wakin up next to chicks like "What is your name?"

Hustlers big, Mustlers big

Niggas better raise they wig

Cause



[Chorus]

My Deal, My flow, My Song

{Ladies move like you just don't care)

This is Royce Five Nine, My streets, So Please

(Everybody Throw ya hands in the air, Cause)

We live forever (Wha)

We won't go Never (Wha)

We won't go broke never, cause

You can't touch me



[Verse 2]

O.k Look

Alot of people take me for a crook

Like my careers been depicted from a book

Nothing but hardcore here

Read "The Source", head of my class for all four years

Did I really fall out with Eminem

(Chicka) No!

Did I really get dropped from "Tommy Boy"

(Chicka) No!

Nigga please, I use more tools than "Black and Decker"

Wrote songs for niggas for classic records

Grimey! If you choose to live by the gun, young one, with hits

Five nine is my hieght

If I was ever to grow, tell y'all a lil' secret

Nobody got to know

Diss me, you don't want to back and forth

Ya jewelery look like that shit they sell in the back of "Th