Royce da 5'9" - It's Over lyrics
[Royce da 5'9" - It's Over lyrics]
What, Silky Don Entertainment
That nigga Strick, Royce the 5'9''
Rock-A-Block all day, what yo yo yo
I'm the type to show up to the studio
Write that shit, spit it, hit it
Leave ya'll askin "Who dat?"
I'm the next nigga to boom
I assumed ya'll already knew that
Hip hop's hottest new cat, lay your crew flat
Have your label faxin my label askin
"Why ya'll have to do that?"
It's a true fact, when you rap
The crowd boo that
And more than a few cats agree
You shouldn't even do rap
What you recorded, screw that, buy a new DAT
Your girl's a true rat
So when I fucked her I wore two hats
So move back you little newjack
'Fore you fuck around and do some
Shit that get not only you
But your whole crew whacked
Too strong and I'm too black
And pack not one but two gats
And I'ma aim em at you black, true dat
The veteran that'll never retire
Devilish, judge the red in my eye
Judge the nine instead of my size
Ahead of my time
The second coming of a legend in rhymes
That'll shine whenever I die
We never lie, you'll never get by
U just got love, i used to roll wit big shot
Thugs to hip hop clubs
You act up, the fifth got hugged and blasted
Pit's got dugged and filled back up
Wit stiffs wrapped up in plastic
Give me a heater
You givin me a reason to shoot
You givin' me the key to your coupe
Midwest, not the middle
Strick clutchin' the five
Wavin' the Tec out the window
Clip touchin' the tire shit is over
Shit is over, shit is over
The shit is over, the shit is over
Cuz' ain't nobody fuckin' wit us
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us
Shit is over, shit is over, bye bye
Shit is over, shit is over
Cuz' ain't nobody fuckin' with us
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us
Aiyyo my mom's got Ahlzeimer's
My dad's an alcoholic so last night
I forgot to drive drunk and hit you
Talk lots of junk and diss you
Pop the trunk and split you
Sick nigga, you don't really
Want it wit Strick, nigga
Freestyle or written shit, take your pick
Nigga bring your click nigga
I'll swing a stick nigga wit hotter rhymes
I'm outta control and you outta line
I got alot of rhymes
And I'ma spit till you outta rhymes
The hot shit
You better off tryin to change the topic
I pop shit to let ya'll
Niggas know ya'll not shit
Hit the curb swervin in a hot whip
You a punk and I'm here
And you probably the one that
Flunked when I got skipped
Incredible rhymin and fuck wit niggas for fun
Buck at niggas wit guns
You duck from niggas and run
So who's the illest nigga that you know?
(Who is it?) now ask that nigga who's the
Illest nigga that he know
I'll bet he say me, yo
The only thing bigger than my dick is my ego
I rip and it's over
While you stare at the chip on my shoulder
Ya'll don't want none of me
Not only will I have ya'll scared to bust
But you won't even discuss rap in front of me
The odds-on favorite to say shit
Then have your crew tellin you that
Nigga Strick's nuttin to play wit
Save it for a rainy day
I'll pick the tec up, aim and spray
And permanently take your pain away, what
Shit is over, shit is over
The shit is over, the shit is over
Cuz ain't nobody fuckin' with us
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us
What what you're not in a least
Above gettin shot in the street
I show up at cyphers and they
Scatter like I'm the police
Now we got a bunch of
Drug-connected thugs on records
Stripped butt naked runnin when
They blood is tested all ya'll niggas stink
Real niggas know what a bitch smell like
Tell you how we tell lies
Tell what he wear his hair like
You can't amaze the amazing, change your ways
We plant bodies
Throw stones wit the names engraved
The games you play
Make me point this thing your way
My niggas rob for consistency, a chain a day
I'm about as humble as I can pretend to be
A real nigga's best friend
A bitch nigga's worst enemy
It don't hurt, it offends me
The chrome bursts in a frenzy
It's gon' work till it's empty
Just makin sure that my gun
Shoots fastin than yours and I'm chasin you
And my bullets is chasin yours
Shit is over, shit is over
The shit is over, the shit is over
Cuz' ain't nobody fuckin' wit us
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us
Shit is over, shit is over, bye bye
Shit is over, shit is over
Cuz' ain't nobody fuckin' with us
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us
Yeah, Big Strick, Royce the 5'9''
Tommy Boy meets Rock-A-Block silky Don
That nigga Strick, Royce the 5'9''
Rock-A-Block all day, what yo yo yo
I'm the type to show up to the studio
Write that shit, spit it, hit it
Leave ya'll askin "Who dat?"
I'm the next nigga to boom
I assumed ya'll already knew that
Hip hop's hottest new cat, lay your crew flat
Have your label faxin my label askin
"Why ya'll have to do that?"
It's a true fact, when you rap
The crowd boo that
And more than a few cats agree
You shouldn't even do rap
What you recorded, screw that, buy a new DAT
Your girl's a true rat
So when I fucked her I wore two hats
So move back you little newjack
'Fore you fuck around and do some
Shit that get not only you
But your whole crew whacked
Too strong and I'm too black
And pack not one but two gats
And I'ma aim em at you black, true dat
The veteran that'll never retire
Devilish, judge the red in my eye
Judge the nine instead of my size
Ahead of my time
The second coming of a legend in rhymes
That'll shine whenever I die
We never lie, you'll never get by
U just got love, i used to roll wit big shot
Thugs to hip hop clubs
You act up, the fifth got hugged and blasted
Pit's got dugged and filled back up
Wit stiffs wrapped up in plastic
Give me a heater
You givin me a reason to shoot
You givin' me the key to your coupe
Midwest, not the middle
Strick clutchin' the five
Wavin' the Tec out the window
Clip touchin' the tire shit is over
Shit is over, shit is over
The shit is over, the shit is over
Cuz' ain't nobody fuckin' wit us
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us
Shit is over, shit is over, bye bye
Shit is over, shit is over
Cuz' ain't nobody fuckin' with us
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us
Aiyyo my mom's got Ahlzeimer's
My dad's an alcoholic so last night
I forgot to drive drunk and hit you
Talk lots of junk and diss you
Pop the trunk and split you
Sick nigga, you don't really
Want it wit Strick, nigga
Freestyle or written shit, take your pick
Nigga bring your click nigga
I'll swing a stick nigga wit hotter rhymes
I'm outta control and you outta line
I got alot of rhymes
And I'ma spit till you outta rhymes
The hot shit
You better off tryin to change the topic
I pop shit to let ya'll
Niggas know ya'll not shit
Hit the curb swervin in a hot whip
You a punk and I'm here
And you probably the one that
Flunked when I got skipped
Incredible rhymin and fuck wit niggas for fun
Buck at niggas wit guns
You duck from niggas and run
So who's the illest nigga that you know?
(Who is it?) now ask that nigga who's the
Illest nigga that he know
I'll bet he say me, yo
The only thing bigger than my dick is my ego
I rip and it's over
While you stare at the chip on my shoulder
Ya'll don't want none of me
Not only will I have ya'll scared to bust
But you won't even discuss rap in front of me
The odds-on favorite to say shit
Then have your crew tellin you that
Nigga Strick's nuttin to play wit
Save it for a rainy day
I'll pick the tec up, aim and spray
And permanently take your pain away, what
Shit is over, shit is over
The shit is over, the shit is over
Cuz ain't nobody fuckin' with us
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us
What what you're not in a least
Above gettin shot in the street
I show up at cyphers and they
Scatter like I'm the police
Now we got a bunch of
Drug-connected thugs on records
Stripped butt naked runnin when
They blood is tested all ya'll niggas stink
Real niggas know what a bitch smell like
Tell you how we tell lies
Tell what he wear his hair like
You can't amaze the amazing, change your ways
We plant bodies
Throw stones wit the names engraved
The games you play
Make me point this thing your way
My niggas rob for consistency, a chain a day
I'm about as humble as I can pretend to be
A real nigga's best friend
A bitch nigga's worst enemy
It don't hurt, it offends me
The chrome bursts in a frenzy
It's gon' work till it's empty
Just makin sure that my gun
Shoots fastin than yours and I'm chasin you
And my bullets is chasin yours
Shit is over, shit is over
The shit is over, the shit is over
Cuz' ain't nobody fuckin' wit us
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us
Shit is over, shit is over, bye bye
Shit is over, shit is over
Cuz' ain't nobody fuckin' with us
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us
Yeah, Big Strick, Royce the 5'9''
Tommy Boy meets Rock-A-Block silky Don