KVBeats, Pacewon, Royce da 5'9" - 5'9" + Won lyrics
[KVBeats, Pacewon, Royce da 5'9" - 5'9" + Won lyrics]
"I take seven emcees, put 'em in a line"
"It's simple mathematics" "Grab the mic"
"2-4-7, 3-6-5"
"I take seven emcees, put 'em in a line"
"It's a number game
But shit don't add up somehow"
Shout out my nigga Pace
Knot up a niggas face
I play him with a 45 hit 'em with the bass
Base the caliber is a bitch like a judge
In court when it spit's at you
Perhaps it'll hit you with a case
Sealin' your fate cause you still a fake
Feelin' brave, you've been led astray
Meditate, homies still will pray
On your leather, nigga levitate
Talkin' 'bout you in a good space
Till the metal put you in a better place
Bitch, you only been in two beefs
Like a set of steak
I'm a heavyweight, I ain't never fake
Dedicated my whole career to beef
And bitches instead of cake
But I still got it 30 still wildin' on you
Heard I'm still prolly servin'
Niggas ill product
Real solid niggas will still kill 'bout him
Fuck how you feel 'bout him
"Next to step up" "Pacewon"
"Rock the spot" "It's simple mathematics"
"Grab the mic" "2-4-7 and"
"Keep it hype" "Next to step up"
"Pacewon" "All day in my ear"
"Whatever you do" "When you see us next time
Punk step to the rear"
Shout out my nigga Royce
If you try to diss him
I'll flip and rip your lips off
And kiss my ass with 'em
Throw you in a ditch and have you missin'
I'm the future fightin' me is like tryin'
To outsmart a computer
I knew that any sooner you would
Shoot her with a brave heart
I have you scareder than a kid
At night in a graveyard
If cats talk smack, I crack they dome
And then chain 'em to a wall
Like in Black Snake Moan
Like Muhammad Ali, just do my dance
I don't even need chrome, I use my hands
Actin' like Mike in a fight
I start bitin' it
I'll frickin' punch your girl in the
Face I'm like Ike and 'em
Frickin' raise my voice to the
Top and start riotin'
Stress you till your body
It looks like you're dyin' in
Beat me in a battle? The chances are narrow
I get love like Cupid shot me
In the ass with an arrow won!
"It's simple mathematics" "Grab the mic"
"2-4-7, 3-6-5"
"I take seven emcees, put 'em in a line"
"It's a number game
But shit don't add up somehow"
Shout out my nigga Pace
Knot up a niggas face
I play him with a 45 hit 'em with the bass
Base the caliber is a bitch like a judge
In court when it spit's at you
Perhaps it'll hit you with a case
Sealin' your fate cause you still a fake
Feelin' brave, you've been led astray
Meditate, homies still will pray
On your leather, nigga levitate
Talkin' 'bout you in a good space
Till the metal put you in a better place
Bitch, you only been in two beefs
Like a set of steak
I'm a heavyweight, I ain't never fake
Dedicated my whole career to beef
And bitches instead of cake
But I still got it 30 still wildin' on you
Heard I'm still prolly servin'
Niggas ill product
Real solid niggas will still kill 'bout him
Fuck how you feel 'bout him
"Next to step up" "Pacewon"
"Rock the spot" "It's simple mathematics"
"Grab the mic" "2-4-7 and"
"Keep it hype" "Next to step up"
"Pacewon" "All day in my ear"
"Whatever you do" "When you see us next time
Punk step to the rear"
Shout out my nigga Royce
If you try to diss him
I'll flip and rip your lips off
And kiss my ass with 'em
Throw you in a ditch and have you missin'
I'm the future fightin' me is like tryin'
To outsmart a computer
I knew that any sooner you would
Shoot her with a brave heart
I have you scareder than a kid
At night in a graveyard
If cats talk smack, I crack they dome
And then chain 'em to a wall
Like in Black Snake Moan
Like Muhammad Ali, just do my dance
I don't even need chrome, I use my hands
Actin' like Mike in a fight
I start bitin' it
I'll frickin' punch your girl in the
Face I'm like Ike and 'em
Frickin' raise my voice to the
Top and start riotin'
Stress you till your body
It looks like you're dyin' in
Beat me in a battle? The chances are narrow
I get love like Cupid shot me
In the ass with an arrow won!