It's Tuesday

It's Royce 5'9!! [Royce talking] Yeah, you scared ain't you? Haha Relax.. it's just music (It's Royce 5'9!!) D-Elite, Jah 5'9, Royce 5'9 Cha Cha, Cut Throat, Billy Nix My nigga Tre' Little, my nigga E The Rock City niggaz, we in a world of our own Don't you want to come ride wit us? Come ride wit us Yeah, ride wit us down in Seven Mile Niggaz with Rock City tattoos on they forearms Niggaz throwin they sevens up wit.. Detroit D tattooed on they hand That's how we do.. niggaz'll die for this shit Time to play.. check it out Aiyyo, sit back, smoke, the joke is over, you woke This is pure provoked "Murder", it's over "She Wrote" I don't know how niggaz manage to sleep Wake up! The clock radio done panicked the streets Say somethin! I been waitin now hand me these beats I'm simply a branch of the Slim Shady family tree That'll snap - D12 first in line of the wrath, I came last Bout to put my size nine and a half, in the game's ass Once I hit the booth I swooped on niggaz like "Whoosh" Two-bit niggaz, coupes, and figures we rule I been viscious, dissless and from one track to the next I was gangsta when rap was nothin but the hats with the X I sat and watched album for album, niggaz flop Niggaz went from pro-black to Italian, I was hot I worked my fuckin ass off, hopin to blast off Now I'ma let y'all see me, like when Ghost took his mask off Give you more run for ya ones, packin a full clip Rapper niggaz come witcha guns, don't bullshit I'ma only give you wild shit, rap with a mild pitch Only clever with that occasional style switch y'all niggaz play around on the mic, that's why I'm bout to lay it down Savor they way that you soundin tonight Because, I listen to y'all niggaz records on Fool's Day Now crack open and bump my shit, it's Tuesday! [women singing] It's Royce 5'9!! This nigga know he too cool But don't ya know ya too smooth I really love how ya do It ain't no other like you You better wake up, he's coming...