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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 spin on his
lookin at him lookin astounded
Not on a cardboard, on the ground with people
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 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 hoes like Dre
If you could choose between a broke or the A.K.
Poke holes in the pavement, throw 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 I be doin to all of these rappers (yes!)
Wit'chall sloppy tactics; try to copycat me
if you ain't box me back
And watch your back, don't take another 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 will 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 rappers back where from
I'm of bein 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 your mics
I'm ridin, dyin, and I flyin by on them bikes
I'm walkin, talkin, you eye me you tonight
And I, am the reaper about the sick shit
This is showin you the shine designed by Christ
You about to see people without the "Sixth Sense"
And yeah, takin food off my mother's
get you killed regardless, like my brother's
My heart and arteries a 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 game is DEAD, I'm bout to breathe in it

it back to when niggaz was cypherin
Yeah, back in the DAY, nobody needed radio play
I was straight long as my played 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 your grace (pray!)
These days, we'll you the mac so stay in your place
These new cats rap to me they groupies
You see 'em in Max Julius or them Guccis
Or they woulda got for them Diadores
or the Gazelles, we the store, we take, we sell
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, don't nobody know how to share
(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. a hook)

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