[Intro: Hit you until you, hit you you I'ma hit you until you, hit you you hit you until you, hit you until you Hit you until you, hit you you hit you until you STOP, hit you until you GO! Hit you you DROP, hit you until you ROLL! I'ma hit you until you BLEED, hit you you LEAVE! Hit you until you.. yeah,
I put in my I'ma hurt you [Verse Royce Da 5'9"] You must be ruthless, or you die hidin Bullets is +Eeny Miny Moe+; don't put your foot in my circle I'm not a nigga beside a bunch of chicken that +Duck Duck Goose+ You punks got a 50/50 of livin, you playin +Rock Paper Scissors+ I got glocks from Scotland, I'd rather +Double Dutch+ witcha Why the FUCK I knuckle up witcha? He played them street 'til the heat came Same nigga that be changin quick they see brains We in streets with Mafia ties We pop up by surprise like we playin And I'm about to the line nigga, talk to your soldiers Cross me, you try to knock a off of my shoulder I'm the nigga +Simon Nigga I will heat you, 5'9" will have you lyin your bed
[Chorus: I'ma hit you until you STOP, hit you you GO! Hit you until you DROP, hit you you ROLL! hit you until you BLEED, hit you until you LEAVE! Hit you you, hit you until you I'ma hit you you STOP, hit you until you GO! Hit you you DROP, hit you until you ROLL! Hit you until you BLEED, hit you you LEAVE! Hit you you.
[Verse Two: Da 5'9"] yeah, I see pain but why is it these street is all leadin into the same violences? God is it, possible the niggaz that's in +Dodgeball+ will grow up and dodge bullets? The little, two squares in concrete jungle was shootin the +Monkeys In The Middle+ If you me to anyone in this game if it ain't Shyne or Beans then it's +Truth Or I been this hollow inside for Leave peers beside that'll +Spin The Bottle+ Don't think e'ry night seem right just look beside you, I'm at every +Red Light, Green Light+ Ready to you, fatal-ly I'll leave bullets inside your truck the size of +Hot A comparison's vital - you nobody
Royce 5'9" is Simon, the Idol+
Yeah, yeah, now he's had the as [Verse Royce Da 5'9"] At the of the day the hot shot, let's play +Hop Scotch+ Let's all of these punks the same dumb fuck that toes to the morgue for +Freeze Tag+ Miss the clock is away that we as venomous as snakes, you can be them Frogs+ and jump make 'em all drop and say "Ahh" I'm the of the playground, I make 'em say +Father May I+ You say Grace - cause even if you bring own pencil to the game nigga we don't play +Breaks+ Now you find your fitted Finally the dudes be in the Lost & Found cause you crossed bound nigga +Hide+ and go get it His booted out of the games, hang by the dooky chains then the scene while runnin in the latest Ponies Erase the phonies - his team shooter
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