Let's Go

[Royce Da 5'9"] Huh? We the best, Twist' you at nigga c'mere Sift ya lye c'mere Extremely hard to be the king of a city it's dis A nigga that could twist like this A nigga that could rip any shit that he get Never balk and come with a metaphor like this Flow like dis, never broke but flow for the dough like this Never been a nigga that you know like dis Cold like dis, but ah, it's just me and D-Mo like dis Respect is a must, got every nigga in every hood checking for us Never catch us catching the bus Niggas got whips, niggas got loot, niggas got troops, got guns, got clips (what) Next big thing, iced watch to go with the necklace ring Iced out to go with the rest it seems More or less the more of the best you seen Big buzz, only rolling with big thugs We get in clubs you know you getting ya shit bust Not too many ducks is going against us If ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift up Rhyme till I can't rhyme no more, ball till I can't ball no more Till I'm 5'9" no more, till the ice can't shine no more Which ever comes first, let's go nigga [Chorus: x2 (Twista)] Who the fuck want what?! Who the fuck want what, want what?! (Playa tell me why you hating, cause you the one take) (that from a nigga that'll open you up) (You gotta send the deck up when we holla) [Royce Da 5'9"] One of a hundred niggas'll hate my shit Eighty-nine'll bite, the other ten'll think of coming alike Cuz my shit when it come to the mic, 99 outta 100'll like Never disrespect a nigga gripping the tec, it's my shit Put the flow in affect with my clique Go to the death, flow the best, my spit, I'm sick, it's my shit Try to get slick and niggas is getting hit You don't want that do you? It comes back to you And I ain't even trying to rap to you, so suck my dick, it's my shit Too many willing to pin ya in rap put a ending to that, do the math with me Straight to the lab, we're sending you back Keep going, you know that no one can last wit me Stay armed with the biggest of arms, got bitch-niggas hitting alarms Every rhyme is strictly writing to harm This my shit, keep every word of every verse in position to launch Never gon' fail, never got plans of catching a L I'ma forever prevail, whatever you yell It's my world, everything else, c'mon nigga [Chorus: x2] [Royce] Motown, Chi-town 5'9 Twista, let's go nigga uhh [Twista] Tell me who the fuck want what What you murderous niggas is ready to make the deck go up? I could cause a scene to make you throw up Put a bullet in yo' gut, bat em down and leave the sto' cut Cause homie you ain't got no choice ta, That why you running to a real rider like Twista, or Roysta Let the thirty caliber anoint ya Whodie won't even know he hit till he feel his shirt suckin the moisture Voice ya opinion if ya want to Kick-ass winner, kick up dust in the middle of the arena Subpoena motherfuckers like the courts do We'll blast shortly ya nuts bust and it won't be a misdemeanor We them niggas that'll come approach ya Shocking ya body our Bacardi keeps all ya nerves from bleeding Until we heard no breathing, two undercovers, we coming we get the dirty even, they know it's serving season Shit is good as gone, cause I gotta bring the goodies home The petty packing penny brushing with the pretty pearl handle Pistol, Pelle Pelle pants and the hoodie on And you coming with the Midwest shit? Remember how we took you, you tripping off how we did that shit Somebody tell me where the weed at Some niggas knew I was about to snap so he hid that shit I was gon' get buck, come hard, get crunk Go into a thing and let the rhyme ride, and hit them niggas from the blindside And take the whole opposition down with my dog 5'9 Ceremony for the killers, busting 'em off, and coming off so you can bust yo' nut Though I'm bout to bust yo' guts But if yo' operation is hating, who the fuck want what? [Chorus: x4]