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

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

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

Slap you the back of the gun
I aim to hit, I macs, accurate ones
Clap you when the rappin is
Change the clip, I send rappers back where they
I'm tired of bein a day late and a dollar short
fast, the game 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 flyin by on bikes
I'm walkin, talkin, you eye me you tonight
And I, am the head about the sick shit
This iron is you the shine designed by Christ
You to see dead people without the "Sixth Sense"
And yeah, takin food off my table'll
get you killed regardless, like my label
My heart and arteries a part of me, test the truest
We can do it, put your vest 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!
I told you BEFOOOOOOOOOOORE..
OHH!Givin you you need
Yeah, the rap is DEAD, I'm bout to breathe life in it

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

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