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Ridin' round wit two sticks
Duck tape two clips
Both of dem bitches fully loaded
You ain't gon catch me slippin' you bitch
You ain't heard nigga TRU

Reminiscing bout' them times
I was broke, ain't going back
I fien for it like you niggas on crack
And while you spin the block
I spin around the world
Like

a pro, like I'm Tiger
What you've done? He's a liar
I'm my own supplier
I was purified in the fire
I get so high like a pilot
He ain't tough, he ain't bout

the other one would be assistin' (skrrt-skrrt)
Now this a low-down dirty business, don't let them play you out position (nah)
Your ego have you thinkin

to them folks type
I'm more like the bull that could
Get 'em by the bow type meek Milly

Young Krizzle yo, yo
Do you mind if I murder this?
Spit that

is or what you did
That paper work got your name in it (gone on)
Ain't with that fake shit, by the time they started showin' love 
I was straight

It's called self abuse
The cycle that keeps going round
(Round)
Fuck it i guess you can bow
(Down)
Whenever you're needing a frown
(Wow)
Whenever you

take me down
Smokin on a j thats exotic loud
Run it by the ounce
I make snoop dawg proud
Back in school wasn't cool but wow
Didn't like me then why you

Kowalski, you ain't gettin' involved, see
You be lookin' up, like I'm 'bout a sit in a tall seat
I be balls deeps in the game, I'm fuckin' it up
I bust

like "So do I"
I'm not gonna lie, she gon' be my bride
I ain't gonna lie, lil' baby my prize
Might not know it yet, but lil' baby you mine
I be thinkin

can rack up
And never thinking bout after me what is left dog
You can tell from each line bout to wreck ya
Legacy fine money mine on the record
Going

D-Elite

Royce da 5'9"

Rock City [Version 2.0]

2002

themselves just thinkin we rhyme alike
How would you fight me I'm like ten families strong
Manipulation by song relate to it niggas
Henny on the rocks toast

sis like they yo own babies (Wow!)
You a stand up dude, that's some grown shit
It's alotta dead beats, that don't even raise they own kids (Wow!)
So

snooze
In my snowman shirt
Riding with the work
You scared go to church
I take a bow for a verse
And I'll never let a bitch Bow Wow me
You stay down

thinkin' bout the opps
Like when is they gon' slide?
Give that boy a face shot
That nigga almost died
Pour a six, pop a Perc'-10
That make me comе alive
You

I ain't got the time for a fucc nigga
Hold up
I ain't the time for a broke nigga
My day consist of simple math and bow flippin
You niggas really kill

the blender, do my dance wit a hunnid sumn grams
How the fuck
You ain't got no car
But got a hunnid pair of pants
Fuckin wit the Za's it's fifty five hundred

hold your self down you don't let no shit slide
Skin so smooth, and sun-kissed
Got your back, you're my rib
Dreaming `bout your hair flowing by the shore

to me
You gotta rap problem? Run fast to me
Rap system here, I'm the recipe you need
Get the fuck down on your knees and bow
Wow, finally in my human form

mild, mixin'
In hot and wild, wow
Style, how I get through when
I move to the crowd?
Everyday's a show, so I just take bows
Thank you, hands of applause,

to go get it for you
Talkin' bout them hard times, I ain't got time for no sob story
Bend it over, tip toe for me, I'll take my time, you so worthy
I

out
I glow like white tees under black lights in brow-outs
Take a trip to my town now, I promise you'll bow down
Softer than Bow Wow doing sow kows in

cock this back, that nigga better run
Dip
We Goin sell that good shit by the ton 

Im the bakerman if you need a bun.
Waddup

High as I wanna be 
I

Aye Fu, Swole hit me up you know what I'm sayin
These niggas talkin bout 
Nigga ain't got shit goin on
Nigga ain't poppin
Nigga ain't representing