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Da 5'9"]
Comin up is the incredible
DJ's and

We takin it back to the and the RHYYYYYYYYYMES...
5-9 is BACK, about to make a nigga on his BACK
lookin down at him lookin
Not on a cardboard, on the ground people surroundin
to draw around him; an outline of his body in chalk form
His niggaz'll bark for him, for real, his warm
This nigga 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 tables fast as Jam Master Jay do
I'm N.W.A., I choke hoes Dre
If you could choose between a broke or the A.K.
holes in the pavement, throw 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 to all of these rappers (yes!)
Wit'chall sloppy don't try to copycat me
if you tryna box me back
And watch your back, don't take look into the eyes
of a nigga willin to ride '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!
show you the back of your brain

Slap you with the of the gun
I aim to hit, I macs, accurate ones
Clap you the rappin is done
the clip, I send rappers back where they from
I'm tired of bein a fuckin day late and a dollar
fast, the game I ask is not a sport
And I'm back!All of you rap niggaz your mics
I'm ridin, dyin, and I flyin by on them bikes
I'm walkin, talkin, you eye me you dyin
And I, am the head reaper about the sick
This iron is showin you the shine designed by
You about to see people without the "Sixth Sense"
And yeah, food off my mother's table'll
get you regardless, like my brother's label
My and arteries a part of me, that'll test the truest
We can do it, put your vest into it,

(Fuck a hook.. a hook.. fuck a hook)
Yea - NO!
Chka-chka-chk, you wanna play with him today
Yeah, hardcore!Rhymes galore!
I told you BEFOOOOOOOOOOORE..
OHH!Givin you you need
Yeah, the rap game is DEAD, I'm to breathe life in it

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

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