It's Royce 5'9!!





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 wanna 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!





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...