Royce da 5'9" - Death Day lyrics

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

This is an exclusive, it's your death day
We gonna party like it's your death day
Now we bringin' the boys again
The boy should win
The story is told over and over again
What the fuck is you doped up
My whole team toys with tools
I got a combustable notebook and a poison pen
Upon game the boy can
Scrap flows LeBron James
Like a young man among boys of rap
And he's back
To clean house (yeah) so shut the fuck up
Steve Stoute said I was wack he
Bout to shut the fuck up (yeah)
How riviting am I? I'm living
Inside my cynical mind
Spillin' my nine a clumsy killer
That's comfy with criminal ties
Really the city is mine
Me and Eminem like Diddy and Shyne (So)
We 'bout to put the game in a chicken wang
Regardless your artists are surrounded
Like a picture frame (and I)
Can look in the future and see better days
Im a gangsta twenty-four hours and seven days
And YES is my mentality you want beef with us
YES is our mentality YES it's your death day
We gonna party like it's your death day
You want beef with 5'9'' it's your death day
You wanna get slapped right now
It's your death day
I want just slap ya I'll shot ya after
Who's the sickest rapper?
It's your death day (yeah) exclusive
Only for my niggas holla Back!