Royce da 5'9" - What We Do lyrics
[Royce da 5'9" - What We Do lyrics]
If I'm ya highness in ya streets
I can honestly compete
Wit any nigga, feel the pain
My odyssey just creeps
Peep a nigga silver chain
No diamonds in the peice
I been chillin on dog for years now you hard?
I got scars bigger in ya individual career
Who the fuck is Denaun
He don't even write rhymes
Actin like he rap harder then who
- the Kon Artis is you
Now you get spoken up on how the heats on you
Nigga you must be smokin and jokin
Slim got 50, and now it's time for change
Shady records lookin like a
Broke down dollar, you gotta be ashamed
And you can't even stop it em got 50 Cent
The rest of you niggas change in his pocket
Don't you niggas see he let
You come and get twisted and you dissin me
But you niggas is unfinished business
SMUCK you niggas tryna be
On every other niggas nuts
In the industry you findin me
From Busta Rhymes to Jay-Z to Nas to ME!
Didn't see me
Yet them niggas won't you to rhyme wit peeks
Niggas is HIDIN in the streets, lyin on me
It's funny
Cause they paint a picture like I
Be in TONS of beef
Be out every night fightin, provin shit
Jealous ass niggas, I ain't gotta prove shit!
That means you could die
From the felt response
Fear my next move like
Eminem huggin on Elton John
Except Y'ALL playin career Russian Roulette
There will never be another D-12 album nigga
What you bet
Who ain't eatin, I'mma star, nigga
On my 4th deal
I'm so full, I'm feelin fatter then Bizarre
MINUS the shower cap
And them dirty-ass Nike's
Minus the stutter, minus the ugly-ass wife
Y'all don't know what it takes to win, nigga
I'll spar up wit ya boss
We made each other show up late to the gym
So I said it - you niggas is whack
That nigga ask me my opinion, is it true
Don't fall for that
Nigga step unto the turf
Everybody think y'all WHACK
What you gon' write a diss
Record to the earth?
You niggas is Shady statistics
The whole world know who the broke-ass crew
Wit the radio hit's is
Warren's niggas is takin ya pictures
You just dummy's
You less money then Slim spends
On Hailie for Christmas
I know Slim see the mistakes that he made
Treatin y'all like Dre treated Hittman
And Lady of Rage even them niggas is smarter
Then y'all niggas, the cloth
That I whip my fuckin gun down
Is harder then y'all
Ya hustle is over, the rhyme bout is through
I got ya coach on the sideline
Touchin his shoulder
TIMEOUT - it's over, it's over