're sayin' 'Cuz they don't know nothin bout me No, they don't know nothin bout me No, they don't know nothin bout me No, they don't know nothin bout me
Yo Black is flashy like Alpo gun happy like Pappy Sneaky muthafucka remind me of nigga that crack me He aint the type you shoot dice with and win dog
1:] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5] Im in the club hollerin' [The Game:] You can find me in tha a bay
I'm giving niggas till the end of 07 'bout 08 (Where we going?) My bank account gon' have eight digits that is Let's go (Let's go) Nobody gave me nothing
told Wayne I'm going in like somebody 'bout to bury me In this rap game nobody could ever bury me That's why you see me on stage rocking with Young Money
let me here ya, uh oh South side one time let me here ya, uh oh East side on time let me here ya, uh oh West side on time let me here ya, uh oh What,
me and dropped me on top of the Earth Marshall double backed and got me from on top of the Hearse I'm alive nigga, Justin T ain't got nothing on me Cause
let me call you right back Verse I sense someone's tapping into my phones, why do I got this feeling in my bones, I might die soon the F.B.I. might
My new name from now on, don't even call me Royce Da 5'9" no mo' Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)
Somebody better (Watch out 'cuz he's 'bout to blow up) Boom, boom, bam, goddamn, Royce 5'9 Boom, boom, bam, goddamn, Royce 5'9 Boom, boom, bam, goddamn, Royce 5
(It's Royce 5'9") Yeah, you scared, ain't you? Relax, it's just music (It's Royce 5'9") The elite, jive 5'9" Royce 5'9", cha cha Cut throat, really nix
And I'm stunting like it ain't nothing, most of these niggas fronting I pull this Rolly from Travi, and I got this Beamer from nothing If they ain't talking bout
out there living 4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin' Is there any money out there for me? You just listen to this hustler's story Picture me, a product
the rebound B-town to motherfuckin G-town Creep around everybody G'd out Can't see how you can dawg me out Make me out, take me out Deep south, my hood
ain't hesistate ta put them fuckin' slugs in him (Hook 4x - [B.G.]) Jack who, Take what, from who, not me Slip and think you can sleep - after fuckin' with B
3(Turk) --Bout whateva u bout nigga all day and all night 4(Wayne)--Look here man I ain't scared to lose my life *(Turk) --Bout whateva u bout whateva
after you slid You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid Ain't nuttin' changed still, party and bullshit We used to fuck R&B bitches and see who