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

We takin it to the beats and the RHYYYYYYYYYMES...
5-9 is BACK, about to a nigga spin on his BACK
lookin down at him lookin
Not on a cardboard, on the ground with surroundin
Ready to draw around an outline of his body in chalk form
His bark for him, for real, his heart's warm
This nigga here let the trigger for him
So you've warned (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 hoes Dre
If you could choose a broke nose 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 don't do it with
NOPE!So you can me Malcolm
You can all witness I be doin to all of these rappers (yes!)
sloppy tactics; don't try to copycat me
if you ain't box me back
And your back, don't take another look into the eyes
of a that's willin to ride 'til he blind

(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

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 back where they from
I'm tired of a fuckin day late and a dollar short
Changin fast, the I ask is not a sport
And I'm back!All of you rap niggaz your mics
I'm ridin, dyin, and I ain't flyin by on them
I'm walkin, talkin, you eye me you tonight
And I, am the reaper about the sick shit
This iron is showin you the designed by Christ
You about to see dead people the "Sixth Sense"
And yeah, food off my mother's table'll
get you killed regardless, like my brother's
My and arteries a part of me, that'll test the truest
We can do it, put vest into it, yeah

(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. a hook)
Yea - NO!
Chka-chka-chk, you don't wanna play with him
Yeah, hardcore!Rhymes galore!
I told you BEFOOOOOOOOOOORE..
OHH!Givin you what you
Yeah, the rap is DEAD, I'm bout to breathe life in it

Bring it back to when niggaz was
Yeah, in the DAY, when nobody needed radio play
I was straight as my radio played tapes
And this went on before all of them pay
We was backflippin and windmillin to 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 cats that rap to me groupies
You see 'em in Max Julius or them Guccis
Or they woulda got robbed for them
or the Gazelles, we the store, we take, we your
items we took, you goin to tell
We crooks, we goin pro or goin to jail
I know I'ma - many lifes
This rap is comin with ME, cause don't nobody know how to share
(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. a hook)

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