[Royce Da 5`9] + (Cha Cha)
(Stick up, stick up) Gangs `til we play brains
We pick up (pick up) when them thangs spray
This how it goes down in the hood that you can`t stay
I`ll invite a nigga over then make him leave in the same day
Can you meet her?
I`m talkin bout a chick wit a Coke bottle figure but never the 2-liter
Whatever you choose, especially you
Definitely I rhyme better than who rhymes better than you!
Cause this is your sire, I spit in the fire
Thinkin that I`m fittin to retire? {BITCH, you a liar!}
Ah-hah! The home of the willest, I`m only the illest
I only`ll steal it, phony-est niggaz`ll feel it, c`mon widdit
But when the battle is through
It`s all-out Jerry Springer every arena, I`m on the panel, too
Spit shit for my peeps, shit for the Jeeps
(Stick up, stick up) Strange pick-ups, brains hittin your feet
Stained in ya mayn, listen, change in dissin
(And recognize) You MC`s, nothin; you leave with nothin
(And recognize) Fuck it, hold on – I hear somebody comin
{Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, what is his name?} 5-9!
[Chorus]
Can`t keep comin around me baby
Make my girls say (OHHHH!)
Can`t keep running awayyyy
Give it to me now (RUN)
[Interlude: Cha Cha]
You can`t leave, you can`t breathe, you can`t sleep
Hearts beat`s goin - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP!
(It`s like) Precious comin, can`t turn your back from it
And your heart keeps drummin - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP!
See deep, see the world from beneath
And all you hear is that beat - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP!
(YO!) Evictions (YO!) enrichment (YO!)
Contentment - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP! (YO! YO!)
[Royce Da 5`9] + (Cha Cha)
Yeah, then after THAT I just thu-thu-th-thump, for fun
I`m COCKIN back my (pu-pu-p-p-PUMP!)
Yeah, what nigga man, you better be du-du-d-dumb
You better stutter, you better SAY I`m th-th-th-the one
Cause I`m the, rap oxy moron, feel that?
Cause I bring tracks to life while I kill, cracks
Ladies say (Royce I wanna get with, you!)
And it`s cool cause I got a whole (get with) crew
And I hit, writers, right where it hurts
Don`t call me no hit, writer; I am a fighter, first
Niggaz try to murk on my fire since fireworks
Now you hurt, have you goons in a drive-by verse
Cause I`m STRONG in that area thuggin
I just, LOVE leavin niggaz layin there like a area RUG
Plus you, yeah, smellin my game
Ev-ery girl +Wanna Be Bad+, ask Willa Ford, tell her my name
It`s, 5-9! Hah, now I see why you can`t see
See why you can`t breathe, why you can`t beat or be ME!
Man please, you better be Sam Sneed
(And recognize) You just feet, a piece of a stampede
(And recognize) Shh, hold on – I think somebody comin
{Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, who could it be?} 5-9!
[Chorus]
[Outro: Royce Da 5`9]
A round of applause for the brand new Mrs. Montgomery
My lil` sister Cha Cha, Rush!
Of course my name is Royce 5`9
When you think of my name
Think of a fresh new sound
A fresh new face, let`s go
[Interlude]
