Lyrics:
You're an alumnus,
Cum Laude,
Of the Royal ccademy.
You're educational Status,
Does not concern me.
Oh Boo Hoo...
Ya know it's true.
Now it's all
with the back hands
To the front, then get to snapping
Break your back it, lay the slapping
On a half grin, let you know I'm really bout that action
But
rich rich,
To the bentley from the cutlass now they piss piss piss,
We blowin' purp in the front, they pouring yac in the back,
A couple gats in
alligators
From here to Virginia, clubs when I step up in ya
Tell the maid from my toes, to my shoulder blade
Extreme act up on front stage, make em back up
us
Better not try us, touch ya like midas
Ruff Rydaz, ride with Eastsidaz
Bustaz bow down to crown, the Royal Highness
Well, you gonna take your
That's what got a nigga slumpin'
Six hoes vеrsus me, that's a Royal Rumble
(Dig?)
Ayy, beat him out his Audemars Piguet
'cause he don't need it
I got
gifts with the words, I make 'em do what I want
And I'ma stay in the front, it's easy to the kid
Y'all always in the back like Jeezy adlibs
If you fail
the front and back
You would think it was a party, not a Cadillac
Cause I drive up to the ave, with the windows closed
And my bass is so loud, it could rip
radio's loud like a fire alarm
The floor vibrates, the walls cave in
The bass makes my eardrums seem thin
Def sounds in my ride, yes the front and back
You
Run it up, flex
These bitches mad because I got up in my prime
I’m too expensive can’t afford to waste no time
Run it up, flex
Royal flushin' yeah
Arch enemy envy me use to be kin to me
Gave me this energy fuck all my enemies
You know that im royal they call me king you step on my soil I let
I just can't let go
Like that ceiling fan going round n' round
From the Scotch to Bourbon and Royal Crown
I don't feel a thing when they go down
It
come you do envy me
You know how I treat those who stand up in front of me
So you tried to stab my back couldn't move more cowardly
But enough of this
serving these rhymes
Royal flush from a bad hand
Backtalk lead to backhands
Adding value and establish
I'm the guy the raised standards
Became Comfortable
Ain't comin' through the front, I'm comin' through the back
Straight for the pape
Valet the whip, blow one to the face then I'm jumpin' on stage
Bro told
[Lil' Rob]
Hey what's up baby
Yeah, they call me Lil' Rob
Yeah, that's me
Kicking back with my homeboy Royal T
And my homeboy Yogi
You know what I
going out the gate i'm a-gonna go knock
Upon her front door
Gonna run around watch the back door slam
I'm a-gonna knock on her front door
Gonna run around
CALL THE ROYAL GUARD TO LET THE PEOPLE IN.
FLAMING ARROWS BY HUNDREDS.
PULL THE BOG-MAN FROM THE PEAT. STAND HIM UP ON BOTH HIS FEET.
HE JIGS
[Chorus:]
My Life's A Battle Field
You Can Catch Me On The Front Line
My Life's A Battle Field
On The Grind Ducking One-Time
My Life's A Battle Field
juice, my bitch brought me one from Oakland
Today I drove the Porsche with the automatic front limb
I spent a thousand dollars on candles, I'm at Saks
ain't no stopping this
Pullin up in a whip with a slim body bitch
She want me to cuff I'm just fuckin it
From the back from the front she loving it
I just
on the back street
Downtown
Wait a minute
When I’m cruising on the jump you know these bitches never front
Cuz nigga always stunt
Come on nigga pass the blunt
Yea
Yea
30 Sound
Yea
She made it backstage
Wanted to leave with some back pains
Love when you act strange
Put up a front but that changed
Keep family
Straight off the jump hoe
No, you don't know me, but still I'm gon' walk in this bitch though the front door
I get the pack then I double
I don't
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