Jump lyrics

Song information

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

Lyrics

(Intro) you know I really don't get it
Muh'fucka's act like they want me in the game, want me (out)
Want me out the game the next minute
What the fuck do y'all want?!

Chorus*

(First you want me in, then you want me out)
Y'all niggas is too fickle
(First you want me in, then you want me out)

Verse 1:
You a hop skip and a (jump)
From poppin shit to the one
Riding the dick of the one
Who rides sick wit a young
Fly chick and a gun
Inside the whip when he cum
Dyin lyrically dope
My ability strokes'll
Tie bridges of those
A fly mix wit a toast
Of my niggas you joke
From my side, to running wit my enemies
Keep on temptin me
I'm just a hop skip and a (jump)
From goin ballistic
So nigga go and diss if you want
Go and meantion me homie
You gon' eventually (jump)
When it comes to that chrome clickin
And then one of yo own hit
You just a hop skip and a (jump)
From not listening to me
Like my shit don't exist, till I spit
Then you jump back on the dick of the one
Accurate wit a gun
Mathematician wit funds
Minus a fifth of that rum
Divide it with the hunger
Times with the times you fronted on my shit
On my dick
If one of them lines stick to ya brain
You now witnessed the pain
Of my addition to reign
The sun without the distance between
None of what god gave you as shade
Is now taken away.... today

Chorus
(Do you want me in, do you want me out)
Just like pussy, you remind me of a (cunt)
(Do you want me in, do you want me out)

Verse 2:
I'm just a underground as it gets
You can come down on this ditch
I've hidden a mile deep
The mummy witout stitchin
But I don't sleep, I pump
Without snitchin
I'm simply about... getting this money
I won't just dive into
What would be my end if I jump
The politics of this game
Niggas be following names
They ride wit who the hottest
And critizise em the same
You little nas' and jay-z's
We got on the scene
Not only make we wait for the remix
But sick... make me squeemish
Make me think later that one of y'all
Could be who the fake king is
One of y'all could be on a good label
And push, 5 mics in the source
Cuz of who poured a favor
Arrogant as a fuck
And who made his vengeances humble
Now fussin 'bout who
Sharin' a cover this month
Man please, this nigga's diceased coming
Wit better throw-away rhymes then everyone of ya keeper's, (punk)
Do you listen at all
As fools winning battles bought by the label
On cabel and never gettin a call
Ten tapes at a time
You send off to the label and wait at the mailbox
While they make up their minds

(Do you want me in, do you want me out)
Y'all try me, knowing y'all niggas is (punks)
(First you want me in, then you want me out)
Yea..
Is this what you want?!