Royce da 5'9" - Duck Down lyrics

Yeah, haha, yeah
Yeah, I'm on ya phone, ya friends and killers
You Capone 'til I comb the
Village from home to California
Runnin up on ya Dozen, you cornered
You bust and be gone
I send ya mother a dozen begonias
I make ya boss WISH that he had
Somethin that's more vicious and I'm
Killin anything that he HAD past you
I ain't only lyrically killin you BAD
I'm killin you wit a passion and
Then I'm sealin your casket SHUT!
Too many problems followin me sayin
That I am the +King+, I am a +dream+
I helps my game
Not to offend or hurt the work you put it
My street niggas feel it
It's self-proclamied
So, who wanna creep? What
Weakling wanna beef?
+Ben Franklin+ run the streets
He came in a +hundred+ DEEP!
You niggas can keep ya thirty murkers
I offer 'em all extra money
Man them niggas is workers
Where was them niggas when you had dreads
You liar you Mekhi Phifer
Lay on your side like a hyphen
Nigga I ain't built for who bitch, what now?
Tell 'em niggas when I see 'em it's on
They better DUCK (down)

A truce is impossible, fuck you it's over
You was responsible for the drunk you
You punk you, when I see you you better DUCK
(down)
BUM! Wanted them guns to go boom, boom, boom

Yeah, the problem's that all of you did
Somethin that you can't take back
You all know what it is
Compete on wax is what we coulda did
But you think that ya man is so
Hard just cause he don't rap
What is the street nigga relatin to combat
If he-a put you in the
Grave then maybe I'm that
Type of nigga like you
I call you a cheapskate
Cause you cheap and when it's beef
In the streets you skate
Nigga you can't deny the force
35 hundred in the streets
All just so you can die on my porch
Punk! I will bust my gun
'til the round is finished
You gon' kill who I be
Stickin around for a minute
PLUS, I'll be on my way
You sound like somebody
Who sound like somebody
I don't believe NUTTIN you say (say)
I will make your group feel like SHIT!
Plus he hang where I hang
Nigga I will take your booth we get (down)

A truce is impossible, fuck you it's over
You was responsible for the drunk you
You punk you, when I see you you better DUCK
(down)
BUM! Wanted them guns to go boom, boom, boom