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

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

you with the back of the gun
I aim to hit, I macs, accurate ones
Clap you when the rappin is
Change the clip, I send back where they from
I'm tired of a fuckin day late and a dollar short
Changin fast, the game I ask is not a
And I'm back!All of you rap niggaz hide mics
I'm ridin, dyin, and I ain't flyin by on them
I'm walkin, talkin, you eye me you dyin
And I, am the head reaper about the shit
This iron is showin you the shine designed by
You about to see dead people the "Sixth Sense"
And yeah, takin food off my mother's
get you killed regardless, my brother's label
My heart and arteries a part of me, that'll 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 don't 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 bout to breathe in it

Bring it back to when niggaz was
Yeah, back in the DAY, when nobody radio play
I was long as my radio played tapes
And this on before all of them pay dates
We was backflippin and windmillin to save
I hope before you lay on your back, you your grace (pray!)
These days, give you the mac so stay in your place
These new cats that rap to me groupies
You never see 'em in Max or them Guccis
Or woulda got robbed 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 know I'ma spare - lifes
This rap shit is comin with ME, cause nobody know how to share
(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. a hook)

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