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Da 5'9"]
Comin up next is the
and MC's

We takin it to the beats and the RHYYYYYYYYYMES...
5-9 is BACK, to make a nigga spin on his BACK
down at him lookin astounded
Not on a cardboard, on the ground with surroundin
Ready to around him; an outline of his body in chalk form
His niggaz'll for him, for real, his heart's warm
nigga here let the trigger talk for him
So you've been (GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO..)
I don't even need to be drunk forever, the liquor is me on
I turn tables fast as Jam Jay do
I'm N.W.A., I choke like Dre
If you choose between a broke nose or the A.K.
Poke holes in the pavement, foes in the grave
I make like Cube 'cept I use hammers
YEP!I but I don't do it with cameras
NOPE!So you can me Malcolm
You can all witness what I be to all of these rappers (yes!)
Wit'chall sloppy tactics; don't try to me
if you ain't box me back
And your back, don't take another look into the eyes
of a nigga that's willin to 'til he blind

(Fuck a hook.. a hook)
(Fuck a hook.. a hook.. fuck a hook)
Chk-chk-chk, Royce.. 5.. 9.. (he's baaaaack)
Yeah, and on
Chk-chka-chka-chka, I will all day
YES!
I'll you the back of your brain

Slap you the back of the gun
I aim to hit, I pack macs, ones
Clap you when the is done
Change the clip, I send rappers back where from
I'm tired of bein a fuckin day late and a short
Changin fast, the I ask is not a sport
And I'm back!All of you rap niggaz hide mics
I'm ridin, dyin, and I ain't by on them bikes
I'm walkin, talkin, you eye me you tonight
And I, am the head reaper the sick shit
This iron is you the shine designed by Christ
You to see dead people without the "Sixth Sense"
And yeah, takin off my mother's table'll
get you regardless, like my brother's label
My heart and arteries a part of me, that'll test the
We can do it, put your into it, yeah

(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. a hook)
Yea - NO!
Chka-chka-chk, you don't play with him today
Yeah, hardcore!Rhymes galore!
Like I you BEFOOOOOOOOOOORE..
OHH!Givin you what you
Yeah, the rap game is DEAD, I'm to breathe life in it

Bring it back to niggaz was cypherin
Yeah, back in the DAY, when nobody needed play
I was straight long as my radio tapes
And this went on before all of them pay
We was backflippin and windmillin to save
I hope before you lay on your back, you sayin your (pray!)
These days, give you the mac so stay in your place
new cats that rap to me they groupies
You never see 'em in Max Julius or Guccis
Or they woulda got robbed for them
or the Gazelles, we the store, we take, we sell
items we took, you goin to tell
We crooks, we either goin pro or to jail
I know spare - many lifes
This rap shit is comin with ME, don't nobody know how to share
(Fuck a hook.. a hook.. fuck a hook)

Chka-chka...
("Get in your mind, get in your
Get in mind all day!!")