Royce da 5'9" - It's Tuesday lyrics
[Royce da 5'9" - It's Tuesday lyrics]
Yeah, you scared ain't you? Relax
It's just music d-Elite, jah
5'9", Royce 5'9", Cha Cha
Cut Throat, Billy Nix, my nigga Tre' Little
My nigga E the Rock City
Niggas, we in a world of our own
Don't you wanna come ride with us?
Come ride with us yeah
Ride wit us down in Seven
Mile, niggas with Rock City
Tattoos on they forearms
Niggas throwing they
Sevens up with detroit D
Tattooed on they hand, that's how
We do, niggas'll die for this
Shit time to play, check it out
Ayo, sit back, smoke, the joke is over
You woke this is pure provoked "Murder"
It's over "She Wrote"
I don't know how niggas manage to sleep
Wake up
Yhe clock radio done panicked the streets
Say somethin', I been waiting
Now hand me these beats
I'm simply a branch of the
Slim Shady family tree
That'll snap, D12 first in line of the wrath
I came last 'Bout to put my size nine and
A half in the game's ass
Once I hit the booth I
Swooped on niggas like "Whoosh"
Two-bit niggas, coupes, and figures we rule
I been vicious
Just listen from one track to the next
I was gangsta when rap was nothin'
But the hats with the X
I sat and watched album for album
Niggas flop
Niggas went from pro-black to Italian
I was hot i worked my fucking ass off
Hopin' to blast off
Now I'ma let y'all see me like
When Ghost took his mask off
Give you more run for ya ones
Packin' a full clip
Rapper niggas come with ya guns
Don't bullshit i'ma only give you wild shit
Rap with a mild pitch
Only clever with that occasional style switch
Y'all niggas play around on the mic
That's why I'm 'bout to lay it down
Savor they way that you sounding tonight
Because I listen to y'all niggas
Records on Fool's Day
Now crack open and bump my shit, it's Tuesday
It's Royce 5'9" this nigga know he too cool
But don't ya know ya too smooth
I really love how ya do
It ain't no other like you
(You better wake up, he's coming)
It's just music d-Elite, jah
5'9", Royce 5'9", Cha Cha
Cut Throat, Billy Nix, my nigga Tre' Little
My nigga E the Rock City
Niggas, we in a world of our own
Don't you wanna come ride with us?
Come ride with us yeah
Ride wit us down in Seven
Mile, niggas with Rock City
Tattoos on they forearms
Niggas throwing they
Sevens up with detroit D
Tattooed on they hand, that's how
We do, niggas'll die for this
Shit time to play, check it out
Ayo, sit back, smoke, the joke is over
You woke this is pure provoked "Murder"
It's over "She Wrote"
I don't know how niggas manage to sleep
Wake up
Yhe clock radio done panicked the streets
Say somethin', I been waiting
Now hand me these beats
I'm simply a branch of the
Slim Shady family tree
That'll snap, D12 first in line of the wrath
I came last 'Bout to put my size nine and
A half in the game's ass
Once I hit the booth I
Swooped on niggas like "Whoosh"
Two-bit niggas, coupes, and figures we rule
I been vicious
Just listen from one track to the next
I was gangsta when rap was nothin'
But the hats with the X
I sat and watched album for album
Niggas flop
Niggas went from pro-black to Italian
I was hot i worked my fucking ass off
Hopin' to blast off
Now I'ma let y'all see me like
When Ghost took his mask off
Give you more run for ya ones
Packin' a full clip
Rapper niggas come with ya guns
Don't bullshit i'ma only give you wild shit
Rap with a mild pitch
Only clever with that occasional style switch
Y'all niggas play around on the mic
That's why I'm 'bout to lay it down
Savor they way that you sounding tonight
Because I listen to y'all niggas
Records on Fool's Day
Now crack open and bump my shit, it's Tuesday
It's Royce 5'9" this nigga know he too cool
But don't ya know ya too smooth
I really love how ya do
It ain't no other like you
(You better wake up, he's coming)