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Da 5'9"]

We the best, you at nigga c'mere
ya lye...c'mere
Extremely hard to be the of a city it's dis
A nigga could twist like this
A nigga that could rip any that he get
Never balk and come with a metaphor like
Flow dis, never broke but flow for the dough like this
been a nigga that you know like dis
Cold like dis, but ah, just me and D-Mo like dis
Respect is a must, got nigga in every hood checkin' for us
Never us catchin' the bus
got whips, niggaz got loot,
Niggaz got troops, got guns, got (what)
Next big thing, iced watch to go with the necklace
Iced out to go with the it seems
More or less the more of the best you
Big buzz, only with big thugs
We get in clubs you know you gettin' ya shit
Not too many is goin' against us
If ya don't know now, you'll know ya lift up
Rhyme I can't rhyme no more, ball 'til I can't ball no more
'Til I'm 5'9" no more, 'til the ice shine no more
Which ever comes first, go nigga

Who the want what?!
Who the fuck want what, what?!
[Twista] Playa tell me why you hatin', you the one take that from a nigga that'll open you up
[Twista] You gotta send the deck up we holla

Da 5'9"]
One of a niggaz'll hate my shit
Eighty-nine'll bite, the other ten'll think of comin'
my shit when it come to the mic, 99 outta 100'll like
Never a nigga grippin' the tec, it's my shit
Put the flow in affect with my
Go to the death, flow the best, my spit - I'm sick, my shit
Try to get slick and niggaz is hit
You don't want that do you? It comes to you
And I ain't tryna rap to you, so suck my dick, it's my shit
Too willin' to pin ya in rap
Put a to that, do the math with me
Straight to the lab, sendin' you back
Keep goin', you know no one can last wit me
armed with the biggest of arms, got bitch-niggaz hittin' alarms
Every is strictly written to harm
This my shit, keep every word of every verse in position to
gone fail, never got plans of catchin' a L
I'ma forever prevail, you yell
It's my world, else, c'mon nigga

Who the want what?!
Who the fuck what, want what?!
[Twista] Playa tell me why you hatin', 'cause you the one take from a nigga that'll open you up
You gotta send the deck up when we holla

[Royce talkin' *beat slowly
Motown, uhh...
Chi-town...5'9...
Twista, go nigga uhh

Tell me who the want what
Whatchu murderous niggaz is to make the deck go up?
I could cause a to make you throw up
Put a bullet in yo gut, bat em down and leave the cut
homie you ain't got no choice ta,
Dat why you runnin' to a real rida like Twista, or
Let the thirty annoint ya
Whodie won't even know he hit 'til he feel his shirt suckin' the
ya opinion it ya want to
Kick-ass winner, kick up in the middle of the arena
muthafuckaz like the courts do
We'll blast shortly ya nuts bust and it be a misdemeanor
We niggaz that'll come approach ya
Shockin' ya body our Bacardi keeps all ya from bleedin'
we heard no breathin' - two undercovers,
We comin' we get the even; they know it's servin' season
Shit is good as gone, I gotta bring the goodies home
The petty packin' penny brushin' with the pretty pearl
Pistol, Pelle Pelle and the hoodie on
And you comin' the Midwest shit?
Remember how we took you, you trippin' off how we did shit
Somebody me where the weed at
Some niggaz knew I was about to so he hid that shit
I was get buck - come hard - get crunk
Go into a and let the rhyme ride,
And hit niggaz from the blindside
And take the opposition down with my dog 5'9
for the killaz, bustin' em off,
And off so you can bust yo nut
Though I'm to bust yo guts
But if yo is hatin', who the fuck want what?

Who the want what?!
Who the fuck what, want what?!
[Twista] Playa tell me why you hatin', you the one take that from a nigga that'll open you up
[Twista] You gotta send the deck up we holla
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*beat then fades out*