[Intro: Hit you you, hit you until you hit you until you, hit you until you I'ma hit you until you, hit you you Hit you you, hit you until you I'ma hit you until you STOP, hit you you GO! Hit you until you DROP, hit you you ROLL! I'ma hit you until you BLEED, hit you you LEAVE! Hit you you.. yeah, yeah
I put in my dirt hurt you One: Royce Da 5'9"] You be ruthless, or you will die hidin Bullets is +Eeny Meeny Miny Moe+; don't put your in my circle I'm not a nigga beside a of chicken niggaz that +Duck Duck Goose+ You punks got a 50/50 chance of livin, you playin +Rock Scissors+ I got twin glocks from Scotland, I'd rather +Double witcha Why the FUCK would I up witcha? He played street games 'til the heat came Same nigga that be quick when they see brains We ride in streets Mafia ties We pop up by surprise we playin +Hide-And-Go-Seek+ And I'm about to draw the line nigga, talk to soldiers me, you try to knock a stick off of my shoulder I'm the nigga +Simon Nigga I heat you, 5'9" will have you lyin beside your bed
[Chorus: I'ma hit you until you STOP, hit you you GO! Hit you you DROP, hit you until you ROLL! I'ma hit you until you BLEED, hit you you LEAVE! Hit you you, hit you until you 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 you LEAVE! Hit you you.
[Verse Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah yeah, I see but why is it these street games is all leadin into the same God is it, the same niggaz that's winnin in +Dodgeball+ will grow up and bullets? The funky little, two in this concrete was shootin the +Monkeys In The Middle+ If you compare me to anyone in this if it Shyne or Beans then it's +Truth Or Dare+ I been this hollow inside for Leave peers beers that'll +Spin The Bottle+ Don't think that e'ry seem right Nigga look beside you, I'm at every +Red Light, Green Light+ Ready to stop you, I'll leave bullets inside your truck the size of Potatoes+ 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 pick of the day the hot shot, let's play Scotch+ Let's all of these punks the same dumb fuck took toes to the morgue for +Freeze Tag+ Miss the is tickin away that we as as snakes, you can be them +Leap Frogs+ and jump I'ma make 'em all and say "Ahh" I'm the of the playground, I make 'em say +Father May I+ You should say Grace - cause if you bring your own pencil to the game we don't play +Breaks+ Now you find your fitted Finally the be lame in the Lost & Found cause you crossed your nigga +Hide+ and go get it His booted out of the games, hang by the dooky chains then flee the scene runnin in the latest Ponies the phonies - keep his team shooter
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