Royce da 5'9", Hush - Knuckle Up lyrics

What? (Knuckle up) yeah (Whatchu say?)
Hush (Uhh uhh, Royce Nickel-Nine)
Yeah, we represent Detroit Rock City
(And we'll FUCK you up) Yo, yo, yo!

You're fuckin with a straight-up menace
That'll run inside your apartment complex
And start sprayin tenants
I stick bastards for a wealthy scheme
Punch through your chest and
Snatchin out your self-esteem
Stabbin your spleen
Precise like a javelin team
Grabbin the green
Quicker than a crack and a fiend
Quick draw, faster than it takes you to blink
I spit thoughts
Faster than it takes you to think
You catchin a sink
Drownin in whatever you drink
I'm huntin you down
Bustin at your leather or mink
I'm meltin your ice
I'm heated in your average rink
Lockin it down
And rockin like I'm trapped in the clink
Slappin a freak, trappin every rat or a fink
Fast with the ink
Blast you out your hat or your link
Shatter your teeth
Every time you chatter or breathe
Unravel your cream
Detroit it's ether that or the bing
Hush, I get madder and mean matter of fact
All of y'all get splattered in three - pieces
Just your body and arms in shirts sleeveless
Beggin for Jesus
Before your heart collapses and seizes
Who needs this, crush the fine line
I'll be on the phone callin my boys and 5'9"
Detroit city cats that are
Born with nine lives
And I use that are yours
You better shoot me nine times!

Knuckle up! If you see us cop a plea and duck
Knuckle up!
(When you see us in the streets in a truck)
Knuckle up! If you see us
Droppin B's in a buck knuckle up!
(When you see us in the D, nigga what)

Uhh uhh yo yo, yo i done took more bitches
Off more niggas hands
And, more niggas ran from po-po's in a van
Stick to my word so I
Don't threaten niggas no more
If I make you a promise then it's
Safe to say that it's honest
My guns, tired from being fired
While yours sit on the shelf
I'm like a sole concept in it'self
Chokin my weapon, burnin your vest in 2G
Rap niggas learn from the best
And hope to be set
Knuckle up - I don't depend
On my toast to spark
Wrap my fingers around your neck
And let the chokin start
I'mma be on top pissin 'til I soak the charts
You don't like me but I'm
Still here like Rosa Parks
A flow is a flow, so - lo and behold the art
I listen to you and go, "ehh
" on your dopest part
I don't do these open mics
I tear shows apart
Whodie I'm a +Hot Boy+, you get roasted dark
First nigga to hit the flow is smart
Last nigga that hit the flow you 'bout
To see him and his folks depart
Bling bling - chain glow in the dark
More flooded with mo' ice
Cold-blooded with a frozen heart
He's not street smart, he only knows the park
But we can share this rap pie
Long as he knows his part
If you was even close to smart
You know I roll with sharks
And dogs that bite and only supposed to bark