Royce da 5'9", Big Tigger - BET Rap City Freestyle lyrics
[Royce da 5'9", Big Tigger - BET Rap City Freestyle lyrics]
Yeah rap City
The basement marlo, 5'9"
My man Royce up in here
It goes down like this okay
Check it out now
Let me run it line for line
It's Big Tigger, Basement booth
Royce Da 5'9"
Come too close, I'm closing the curtain
Tomorrow, pick the album up, Death Is Certain
Yes indeed, you know how we be
Holding it down, off the top
Basement booth on BET
I used to be out rapping on JLB
With my whole fam in the D repping the 313
Okay, this is never written down
Today, tomorrow, it's all never spitting now
Hey my man, Big Tigger for sho'
'Bout to give it to you with that uncut raw
Now Royce, 5'9" is up next to flow
And he's about to come through
And close down the show
Yeah, yeah (Tomorrow, go cop that)
Aiight yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
This tool that I use on all of your peeps
I call it my heat cause I use
It when I lose my cool
It's too risky to collide
With who's sitting on the side of your
New whip with a huge pistol
The huge clip, thinking out of the bottom
The size of out of a bottom's clip
Every goon you got will be hit
Reduce the size of your clique
Like poof, like I am a magician
I'm a giant to you, trick
I'm bigger than you
Feel like a pool stick in
A room full of toothpicks
Don't compare none of these rap
Wannabe cats to me
The best fear me, the rest is dead money
Now that I'm back on the scene
It's back to your baby mommas chasing
Me, I'm back on TV, yeah buddy
Come get me cause we ain't scared
Catch a buck fifty the
Size of Freeway's beard, yeah
Ain't no need to the vest protecting the K
From ripping through bricks and hitting
The rest of your henchmen
Never been in the penitentiary
Never get tense when it's war
I never worry about catching a sentence
I don't care if you're strong
Especially since my weapon is
Long enough to bury you
With whatever you're benching
I ain't friendly, I don't talk for nobody
Who ain't cutting a check
Unless you're a dentist
You can never attempt to diss me if you do
I will censor the lead of your pencil
You punks better be distant
One punch will leave you lumped and
Dumber than Jessica Simpson holla
Aiight then?
Cop the album, stop playing, aye!
The basement marlo, 5'9"
My man Royce up in here
It goes down like this okay
Check it out now
Let me run it line for line
It's Big Tigger, Basement booth
Royce Da 5'9"
Come too close, I'm closing the curtain
Tomorrow, pick the album up, Death Is Certain
Yes indeed, you know how we be
Holding it down, off the top
Basement booth on BET
I used to be out rapping on JLB
With my whole fam in the D repping the 313
Okay, this is never written down
Today, tomorrow, it's all never spitting now
Hey my man, Big Tigger for sho'
'Bout to give it to you with that uncut raw
Now Royce, 5'9" is up next to flow
And he's about to come through
And close down the show
Yeah, yeah (Tomorrow, go cop that)
Aiight yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
This tool that I use on all of your peeps
I call it my heat cause I use
It when I lose my cool
It's too risky to collide
With who's sitting on the side of your
New whip with a huge pistol
The huge clip, thinking out of the bottom
The size of out of a bottom's clip
Every goon you got will be hit
Reduce the size of your clique
Like poof, like I am a magician
I'm a giant to you, trick
I'm bigger than you
Feel like a pool stick in
A room full of toothpicks
Don't compare none of these rap
Wannabe cats to me
The best fear me, the rest is dead money
Now that I'm back on the scene
It's back to your baby mommas chasing
Me, I'm back on TV, yeah buddy
Come get me cause we ain't scared
Catch a buck fifty the
Size of Freeway's beard, yeah
Ain't no need to the vest protecting the K
From ripping through bricks and hitting
The rest of your henchmen
Never been in the penitentiary
Never get tense when it's war
I never worry about catching a sentence
I don't care if you're strong
Especially since my weapon is
Long enough to bury you
With whatever you're benching
I ain't friendly, I don't talk for nobody
Who ain't cutting a check
Unless you're a dentist
You can never attempt to diss me if you do
I will censor the lead of your pencil
You punks better be distant
One punch will leave you lumped and
Dumber than Jessica Simpson holla
Aiight then?
Cop the album, stop playing, aye!