Royce da 5'9" - 187 (Response) lyrics

" day you die if you're one of the poor ones
You just gotta work hard"

My shit is laid out
Fuck that beef shit, that shit is played out
Why is it harder for peace over violence?
Niggas don't know The Art of War
We roll in silence it always got to be that
One nigga that's the loudest
That ain't gon' do no poppin' when
It's time to be about it rah rah rah rah
Fuck outta here with that shit
You puttin' way too much passion
Into that wack shit
Put your dukes down nigga, we come in peace
With them AK-47's, we from the streets
Calm down, shhhh, you so emotional
I know where you're at in your career
Is such a low for you
I understand it, but understand this
My daddy taught me manners


So it's foreign to fly off the
Handle and talk to cameras
That shit is lame, lames we don't respect
We wonderin' why the fuck you so upset
We know the streets'll swallow you
Look what that powder do
Look at you try to embody what's
Not really inside of you
I promise you, that if you chill now
In 5 years
I will not ride through the McDonald's
Drive thru and bother you
I'm here for fries, that's it
Chicken nuggets
Give me some sweet and sour sauce
Too and quit your buggin'
I'm just above it, I'm too mature for this
It ain't smart to go to war for this

'Cause I'm a rider, I'm about that 187
'Cause I'm a rider, I'm about that 187
You not a rider, not about that 187
You not a rider 187, 187, 187, 187
187, 187, 187, 187

Got the illest flow because I
Flow it from my soul
You said yourself you got The
Greatest Story Never Told
These niggas got the balls to say
That I can't write no record
But them plaques on my wall say
That y'all should read the credit's
R dot Montgomery, ghostwriter
And for the right price?
Y'all know the rest, get your dough, biters
Y'all goin' left, get your MO in check
Later with them vendettas
Handle your liquor better
Let's play some tennis, go back and forth
Who winnin'? You will give into a Koch
Deal away from finished
Fuck outta here with that, step your bars up
Your shit is garbage, what
You tryin' to kick knowledge? Be honest
Step your cars up
That little Benz you know is lame
I'd rather ride in a remote
Control Soulja Boy chain
I'm so insane, I flow with open flame
Note to self: leave him floatin'
If he spoke your name
That's why I don't bother nobody
I catch a body all alone cause
I don't ride with nobody
Niggas figures been put on Jenny Craig
Look what the prison built
You big up top with skinny legs
C'mon Johnny Bravo, you fuckin'
With the whole Detroit, chill out
Them SOBs without the swing, and easy get out
I'm quick to stick the clip in
Just ask my nigga Crooked
Joey Budden got you niggas trippin'

'Cause I'm a rider, I'm about that 187
'Cause I'm a rider, I'm about that 187
You not a rider, not about that 187
You not a rider 187, 187, 187, 187
187, 187, 187, 187

I got a muh'fuckin' Gucci beard
With a Prada' mustache
A muh'fuckin' Louis Vuitton chest hair
I got Vizene tears, nigga, aheheha
I got a muh'fuckin' platinum foot
With diamond toenails, nigga, hahahuh
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? And you? You got a
Motherfuckin' dog-butt with bitch-tit's
Bar Exam 3, Slaughterhouse
I got a muh'fuckin' crib
Made out of silicone titties
(The most interestin' man in the world)
I got a Coogi bathroom made
Out of Biggie Smalls' sweater, nigga
I got a specially made Kangol made out
Of LL Cool J chapstick, nigga, hahha
I'm so interestin', haha you lil' fruit!
I got motherfuckin' Cartier pubic hair!
I got remote-control boxers with hahahahaha!
(The most interestin' man in the world)
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