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

We takin it to the beats and the RHYYYYYYYYYMES...
5-9 is BACK, to make a nigga spin on his BACK
lookin at him lookin astounded
Not on a cardboard, on the ground with surroundin
Ready to draw around an outline of his body in chalk form
His niggaz'll for him, for real, his heart's warm
This here let the trigger talk for him
So been 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 tables fast 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 movies like Cube 'cept I use hammers
YEP!I shoot but I do it with cameras
NOPE!So you can me Malcolm
You can all what I be doin to all of these rappers (yes!)
Wit'chall tactics; don't try to copycat me
if you ain't tryna box me
And watch your back, don't take another look 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 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
Clap you when the is done
Change the clip, I send rappers back where they
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 ain't by on them bikes
I'm walkin, talkin, you eye me you dyin
And I, am the head about the sick shit
This iron is showin you the designed by Christ
You to see dead people without 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 with him today
Yeah, hardcore!Rhymes galore!
Like I you BEFOOOOOOOOOOORE..
OHH!Givin you what you
Yeah, the rap game is DEAD, I'm to breathe life 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 went on before all of them pay dates
We was backflippin and windmillin to save
I hope you lay on your back, you sayin your grace (pray!)
These days, give you the mac so stay in your place
These new cats rap to me they groupies
You never see 'em in Max Julius or Guccis
Or they woulda got robbed for Diadores
or the Gazelles, we the store, we take, we sell
items we took, have you to tell
We crooks, we either goin pro or to jail
I know I'ma spare - lifes
This rap shit is 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 mind all day!!")