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

We it back to the beats 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 people
Ready to draw around him; an outline of his body in chalk
His bark for him, for real, his heart's warm
This nigga here let the talk for him
So been warned (GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO..)
I don't 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 hoes like Dre
If you could choose between a nose or the A.K.
Poke holes in the pavement, throw foes in the
I make movies like Cube 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!)
Wit'chall sloppy don't try to copycat me
if you ain't box me back
And watch your back, take another look into the eyes
of a nigga 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 rhyme all day
YES!
I'll show you the of your brain

Slap you the back of the gun
I aim to hit, I pack macs, accurate
Clap you when the is done
Change the clip, I send rappers back they from
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 your mics
I'm ridin, dyin, and I ain't by on them bikes
I'm walkin, talkin, you eye me you tonight
And I, am the head reaper about the sick
This iron is you the shine 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 label
My heart and arteries a of me, that'll test the truest
We can do it, put your vest 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 what you
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 needed play
I was straight as my radio played tapes
And this on before all of them pay dates
We was and windmillin to save face
I before you lay on your back, you sayin your grace (pray!)
These days, we'll give you the mac so stay in place
These new cats that rap to me groupies
You never see 'em in Max Julius or them
Or woulda got robbed for them Diadores
or the Gazelles, we the store, we take, we sell
items we took, you goin to tell
We crooks, we either goin pro or to jail
I know I'ma spare - lifes
rap shit is comin with ME, cause don't nobody know how to share
(Fuck a hook.. a hook.. fuck a hook)

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