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

We takin it back to the and the RHYYYYYYYYYMES...
5-9 is BACK, about to make a spin on his BACK
down at him lookin astounded
Not on a cardboard, on the with people surroundin
to draw around him; an outline of his body in chalk form
His niggaz'll for him, for real, his heart's warm
This nigga here let the trigger for him
So you've been (GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO..)
I don't even 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 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 shoot but I don't do it with
NOPE!So you can call me
You can all what I be doin to all of these rappers (yes!)
sloppy tactics; don't try to copycat me
if you ain't tryna box me
And watch your back, don't take look into the eyes
of a nigga that's willin to ride 'til he

(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

Slap you with the of the gun
I aim to hit, I pack macs, accurate
you when the rappin is done
Change the clip, I send rappers back where they
I'm tired of bein a fuckin day and a dollar short
Changin fast, the I ask is not a sport
And I'm back!All of you rap niggaz hide your
I'm ridin, dyin, and I ain't 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 dead without the "Sixth Sense"
And yeah, takin 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 into it, yeah

(Fuck a hook.. a hook.. fuck a hook)
Yea - NO!
Chka-chka-chk, you don't wanna 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

it back to when niggaz was cypherin
Yeah, back in the DAY, when nobody needed radio
I was straight as my radio played tapes
And this went on before all of pay dates
We was backflippin and to save face
I hope before you lay on your back, you your grace (pray!)
These days, we'll give you the mac so in your place
These new 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 sell
items we took, have you to tell
We crooks, we either pro or goin to jail
I know I'ma - many 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 your mind, get in mind
Get in your all day!!")