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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 on his BACK
lookin down at him astounded
Not on a cardboard, on the ground people surroundin
to draw around him; an outline of his body in chalk form
His bark for him, for real, his heart's warm
This here let the trigger talk 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 fast as Jam Jay do
I'm N.W.A., I choke like Dre
If you could between a broke nose or the A.K.
Poke holes in the pavement, throw foes in the
I make like Cube 'cept I use hammers
YEP!I shoot but I don't do it cameras
NOPE!So you can me Malcolm
You can all witness what I be doin to all of these (yes!)
Wit'chall sloppy 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 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 you the back of your brain

you with the back of the gun
I aim to hit, I pack macs, ones
Clap you when the rappin is
Change the clip, I send rappers back they from
I'm tired of bein a day late and a dollar short
fast, the game I ask is not a sport
And I'm back!All of you rap niggaz hide 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
iron is showin you the shine designed by Christ
You about to see dead people the "Sixth Sense"
And yeah, takin off my mother's table'll
get you regardless, like my brother's label
My heart and arteries a part of me, that'll the truest
We can do it, put your vest into it,

(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 you need
Yeah, the rap game is DEAD, I'm bout to breathe in it

Bring it to when niggaz was cypherin
Yeah, back in the DAY, when nobody needed radio
I was straight long as my played tapes
And went on before all of them pay dates
We was backflippin and windmillin to face
I before you lay on your back, you sayin your grace (pray!)
days, we'll give you the mac so stay in your place
These new cats that rap to me they
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 sell
we took, have you goin to tell
We crooks, we either goin pro or to jail
I know spare - many lifes
This rap shit is comin with ME, cause don't nobody how to share
(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. a hook)

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