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Artist: Royce Da 5'9''
Album: M.I.C. (Make It Count)

Lyrics

Verse 1 (cutty mack):

I fell in love with hip hop..
I wanna rap cousin
That's when he gave me a brick
Told me rap something
Crack something
Act something
Pack something
Stack something
Gat something
Back stuntin
Don't make me clap something
I tell niggas once..
Then I'm back busting
Gats dumping
That's nothin
Pass me the bag youngin
I beat niggas bloody
Weak niggas swear they..
Thugs, till they mugs full of blood
They say j nutty
Whenever rock bottom
I'm on the block wilin'
Flock niggas stock pilin'
Squads out the drop clownin..
On my 7-digit
Bitch youa never get it
Spitting like that..
I'm in the kitchen writing raps
With the cheddar sittin
By the glocks and the grabs
And the blocks in seran
Where the bakin soda vision
Where the pots and the pans
Rock in a slab
Niggas swear they the shit
Till they rottin in a bag

Mid verse (royce):
You hearin the beat..
Niggas here with juan.
Cutty mack... me... 5'9''..
The streets is mines..
Ride out!

Verse 2 (royce):

I'm in the drop wit the top up wit cash
Mashin the pot wit the glock in the stash
You boxin you possibly got you a shot in yo ass
Dropped in a box in the trash
Chopped into pieces... stabbed
Wit the top of you leaking..
Feet from the opposite half of you reekin
Cops with they badges, keepin my stock up fo cheap
Charges get dropped quick as I could get knocked
And I'm back on the streets
The untracable track "mop and the bleach"
It's a check if he gets on it
Spits on it
Wreckin the next nigga destined to flip on it
For that paper with the dead presidents on 'em
Best flow nigga put yo neck and ya wrist on it
A soldier be rollin fo dough or for dollars
Yo flow to mines is, like a rover to an impala

*Mid-verse

Verse 3 (juan):

In a spot in a lab
Killin niggas is something that's probably what's had
On a block with the mag
On the track spitting mad
Killin whole staffs
Whippin bombs up, choppin the whole car in half
I'm a gangsta nigga
If I can't carry nigga
Shank a nigga
Make a nigga
Shakin until he
Skatin in a
Ambulance wit the sirens off
With the benz whippin off
Let my little youngins take the tires off
Real hip hop..
Snitches get dropped
Cocaine...get rock, operations get watched
I spit it street cuz it's in me..
I know death is certain so I merk a nigga fo he merk me
Niggas act silly
Till you catch this shizzy
Put the semi slug in em
Till he shit n pissin' remi
I'mma nut punk
Bust pump
Snatch trunk
Mashed up
Smack chumps
Look at em like "and what!"

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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