Lyrics:
and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol, something far from a
Lover, beside my brother, s-c-o-t-t
I just laugh 'cause no one
For the Drive-In 5, right here on 92.9 WAME, and I got my buddy Mason Cole in the studio
today and I've been looking forward to this moment for some
But get me on this mic
And I strike like boom
Bring you dynamite
From nine to noon
This style you like
Well my album's arriving soon
People didn't know
Listening to Britney
Her new album
Back to the Noughties
I went from 8 to 18
Everything from a nightmare
To Beyonce sweet dreams
Moved from Brisbane
(yo)
Jokers at the top know the king
Is nothin' to play with (yo)
9 to 5 money is just as
Sweet as the grave shift (yo)
El presidenté, Blobama, blow by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Our programs they have
No substance
But our kids watch them
Our programs they are
Sponsored by
Rich Americans
And if you're one of them
Then you can
tabs case they wonder where I'm at
But day or night I'm out of my mind
I'm pressured for time its liftoff in nine
We touching cloud nine so say your
desire
Desire to be on fire
A9 always on fire (A9 always on fire)
And none can't quench this fire
(And none can't quench this fire)
Yeah
Independent ain't
(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
with some rules
Ayy, JoJo, I need you to take notes too
Don't take me off the deluxe album that no one gives a fuck about
Take me off the original too
*Royce talking*
D-12, worst fucking rap group ever (You ready?)
Royce Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family of my homeboy Bugz
for lettin'
Feels good to be alive, don't it?
I'd rather die than work a nine to five
Put this on my gravestone that there's no one realer
Put that on my
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
a legend?
I just got ten number one albums, maybe now eleven
More hits than a "Now! Eleven"
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
and The Outlawz
80% of y'all publishing
"Hot game"
"They calling you hot" - Royce Da 5'9" 'Boom'
"It's a shame" - Big L 'Size 'Em Up'
MC's ain't spit no more hot
to do with defeats
I turn all of those to motivational musical speech
Oh, and by the way, guess what I'm doin' to eat?
Yup, rappin', who cares about
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