Royce da 5'9", Busta Rhymes - Dinner Time lyrics
[Royce da 5'9", Busta Rhymes - Dinner Time lyrics]
Ayo, Royce Da 5'9" why you wan' share your
Food with these niggas?
We don't share food in the recession
Bite these niggas like you
Bite the microphone
Living legend inside of a Smith &
Wesson sliding out of the barrel
I'm fire, don't try me 'cause I am hot
Police cars with they sirens come
By when I'm rhyming
Saying they got a call that somebody
'round here done fired shots
MAC-11's in order, the flow is like water
Each quote's a quarter of blow
The chorus is followed by the dot
Goons, goblins and creatures and
Monsters'll bounce ya
And beat ya and stomp ya and eat ya
Don't get swallowed by the block
I pay a shrink every week
To basically tell me
"Lay here and speak to me" just to
Say how psychotic I am not
I'm too fly with the
Viral and physical copies
Niggas sloppy, look up what you under
I'm what you tryna top
I'm scared and compared to no man
I'm like the big hand on Big Ben
I get in and I'm hitting
My numbers 'round the clock
I'm 'bout to give it back
To my nigga Bus-a-Bus and have a seat
It's convenient I'm already copping a squat
Nowadays when niggas walk around
They start to look like
Hamburgers and frankfurters
Ayo, Royce Da 5'9", feed
On these mothafuckas, homie, come on
Take him, gut him and take out his
Organs and smorgasbord him
The more important he is I'm
Toe tagging his beat
Turn him to chicken chowder
Dip him in some sniffing powder
Season him with gasoline and throw
His ass in the grease
Mention my name in a record
I'ma come get you lyrically
Individually, I'ma take it back
To the streets
Cannibalistic mentality, rappers hating
Decapitate him
Rap 'bout what I naturally happen to be
Flow is superb and you heard us forget it
Two verses two murders acquitted, personally
It's a wrap, capiche?
Fingers snapping and tapping they feet
Clapping what happened the street
'Bout to happily bring it back to the D
Niggas claiming harder that all of this time
Niggas believe him until I see him
And then slap him and see
I ain't having it, havoc is average to me
War's normal
Only thing I'm having is having a feast
Royce Da 5'9", you my dog and I'm your dog
Being that I already sicced
You on these mothafuckas
It's your turn to sic me on they ass
Let's go
Every time that I marry the
Rhyme and the beat
I go hairy and grind in the street
Then I'm fucking up everybody
Pulverizing shit like we gorillas
And peeling your skin
Like we banana peelers
It's hazardous if you copy
Don't you know that I'm one of the coldest
Courageous the boldest contagious
Ain't no one can phase this thing that I do
Well, you know since I report the latest
That niggas can't fuck with me
'Cause I'm the greatest
My shit is sick like the flu
You see I'm animalistic
The cataclysmic events
That'll happen whenever I grab
The mic and talk
Indeed I'm back and specifically
That I'm hickory-dickory dock of this rizzy
The diddy bop in my walk
Now I'm the messenger to set the temperature
Nigga whenever the heat will be needed
To hot the block up, i'm saying
I got the Dillinger
Harry Kissinger with the ratchet
The fact is, I'm back with
The clack and the click, see I ain't playing
Why, oh why, oh why? Royce Da 5'9"
Please tell me why
Why the fuck these niggas gon' let us get
Together and do this shit to 'em?
It's so fucking unfair, shit is so unfair
Food with these niggas?
We don't share food in the recession
Bite these niggas like you
Bite the microphone
Living legend inside of a Smith &
Wesson sliding out of the barrel
I'm fire, don't try me 'cause I am hot
Police cars with they sirens come
By when I'm rhyming
Saying they got a call that somebody
'round here done fired shots
MAC-11's in order, the flow is like water
Each quote's a quarter of blow
The chorus is followed by the dot
Goons, goblins and creatures and
Monsters'll bounce ya
And beat ya and stomp ya and eat ya
Don't get swallowed by the block
I pay a shrink every week
To basically tell me
"Lay here and speak to me" just to
Say how psychotic I am not
I'm too fly with the
Viral and physical copies
Niggas sloppy, look up what you under
I'm what you tryna top
I'm scared and compared to no man
I'm like the big hand on Big Ben
I get in and I'm hitting
My numbers 'round the clock
I'm 'bout to give it back
To my nigga Bus-a-Bus and have a seat
It's convenient I'm already copping a squat
Nowadays when niggas walk around
They start to look like
Hamburgers and frankfurters
Ayo, Royce Da 5'9", feed
On these mothafuckas, homie, come on
Take him, gut him and take out his
Organs and smorgasbord him
The more important he is I'm
Toe tagging his beat
Turn him to chicken chowder
Dip him in some sniffing powder
Season him with gasoline and throw
His ass in the grease
Mention my name in a record
I'ma come get you lyrically
Individually, I'ma take it back
To the streets
Cannibalistic mentality, rappers hating
Decapitate him
Rap 'bout what I naturally happen to be
Flow is superb and you heard us forget it
Two verses two murders acquitted, personally
It's a wrap, capiche?
Fingers snapping and tapping they feet
Clapping what happened the street
'Bout to happily bring it back to the D
Niggas claiming harder that all of this time
Niggas believe him until I see him
And then slap him and see
I ain't having it, havoc is average to me
War's normal
Only thing I'm having is having a feast
Royce Da 5'9", you my dog and I'm your dog
Being that I already sicced
You on these mothafuckas
It's your turn to sic me on they ass
Let's go
Every time that I marry the
Rhyme and the beat
I go hairy and grind in the street
Then I'm fucking up everybody
Pulverizing shit like we gorillas
And peeling your skin
Like we banana peelers
It's hazardous if you copy
Don't you know that I'm one of the coldest
Courageous the boldest contagious
Ain't no one can phase this thing that I do
Well, you know since I report the latest
That niggas can't fuck with me
'Cause I'm the greatest
My shit is sick like the flu
You see I'm animalistic
The cataclysmic events
That'll happen whenever I grab
The mic and talk
Indeed I'm back and specifically
That I'm hickory-dickory dock of this rizzy
The diddy bop in my walk
Now I'm the messenger to set the temperature
Nigga whenever the heat will be needed
To hot the block up, i'm saying
I got the Dillinger
Harry Kissinger with the ratchet
The fact is, I'm back with
The clack and the click, see I ain't playing
Why, oh why, oh why? Royce Da 5'9"
Please tell me why
Why the fuck these niggas gon' let us get
Together and do this shit to 'em?
It's so fucking unfair, shit is so unfair