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Royce da 5'9"

M.I.C. (Make It Count)

2004

(Royce Da 5'9")
You know I really don't get it
Motherfuckers
Act like they want me in the game one minute
Out the game the next minute
Fuck do ya'll

They call me
They call me, one
They call me one take

It's so fucking cold in here man, it really is cold as fuck
I wish they would turn the heat on,

soon
Told him we should film it at my desk by the Mac too
Hundred likes on my page
I’mma drop it this Sat. dude
A remix, favorite rapper
A song, called

the verses I spit is amazing
Probably think Im on gymnastics
By the way I flip this package
Im a three in one and the job gets done
Horsepowered prophylactics

the same ole G
But now I’m rocking with the Fam
And we branded P
Me and my old man, we linked back up
Now all these feelings inside got me all shook up
Now

to
Down by the lake or home if you want to
Baby let me know we can do what you want to
Everybody wanna be the man
But don't wanna out the work in
I'm on top

[Mannie Fresh] + (Slim Thug)
Ladies and Gentlemen!
And the people that payed for this remix (Geah!)
I just want y'all to know, Y'all alright with me,

Wha' What Wha' What

Pras

Ghetto Supastar

1998

channel Boo-Bionic mister man

Why y'all play Tennis we sway inventists
So our house can finish, wait a minute 
Change the color of my whips, despite

zip-locks
Carried by 6 ‘fore 12
Put me in that big box
Fucker
(See me in a bag)
I done seen a whole lot (Whoo)
Like how against the black man
There’s

She'd like my digits
She's way too leng when I piped
I was a minute man I cum short like midgits
Spin her around like fidget
But in couple mins gotta get

Wait a minute, ha ha!
I'm white! Ha ha ha

I can do whatever, I'm white
Yeah, I can do whatever I'm white y-e-eah

When I'm in Detroit, i run red

dinero girl, I get it 

Me plus you, that's basic addition
Your man's out of date, I'm the latest edition
He's washed up like the remix to ignition
His

but I don't see a ring
I do three things: code, fuck, and sing
Iced up, like foreign chink bling
You ain't on my level, you hang by a string

Fuckboy

the lights
Baby come and take a peek
So Hit it once
Then im out
Still man of the house
Don't worry bout the amount
Cause being broke i dont allow
My drip don't

Go watch my Gucci Gang Remix and then if you dont fuck wit me
After that then I dont really need ya clearly youre a sheep
You are blinded by

You want smoke? I’m a factory
Im tired of people scoffing and turning they back to me
Imma win, by any means, even if I gotta slaughter, go even ever

the Galaxy during happy hour
One easy remix  at a time! 

Nestea backflip 
Off the diving board 
Strapped into seatbelt 
Blast off into space 
Plunged into

The therapy it was kind
Embarrassing, use the carry
The glock ill never lack for
Minute man and ever since
I lost my  sight all I see
Is dead presidents
It's

uptight
Until these sounds travel faster than the speed of light
Wrote a remix for just for Tyler's album
But I need Hinata here so she can smear like

oops, we caught you by suprise

[Mad Skillz]
While you niggas get upset, I'm a get to the point
It's me, the nigga that slayed "E" on the vowel joint

nothing
You’re not actually worth it
Watch you don’t get fuckin knocked out by the fat guy in public
Stop fuckin acting and fronting!
Wait a minute
I heard