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[Intro/Break - Da 5'9"]
This is a little to ride to
back and just catch a vibe to
I pop me a pill, I drink me drink, if I was you

[Verse 1 - Da 5'9"]
I got the arsenal
filled to capacity, you can call me the fire marshal
I'm ape with shit, I'm on my gorilla thing,
Me and Preme, you can call us the team
We chop off heads, pop off
If it pops off, we spendin that star bread
We doin like the box office
Nigga you tryin to box, then stop talkin
I got from Watts to Boston
From New York to the Chi to
So even if my eyes is off ya, other is on ya
That belongs to them killers that's ride up on ya, bong (bong)
It's gasoline in my tongue, Patron in my kidneys, weed in my
Trigger on my index finger, handle in my palm is ringin my animal
My is on Hannibal Lec', demand the respect
I'm takin your unless you hand me a check

[Chorus - (Royce Da 5'9")]
I've been around, seen some things, a lot of girls
I did my time but in my mind, I'm still it's my world (woo-ooo)
(I got my finger on the pulse of music shit, I'm the truest
(woo-ooo)
Now tell me who this and you can swallow everything that's comin
this dick)

[Verse 2 - Da 5'9"]
Reignin King of the bap
strapped to my chest askin "where ya goons at?"
I'm old school like a
On a voyage like Trek
Me is far fetched
I'm hot, I got flow
You can picture but can't shake it, the Polaroid
I niggaz for shows and put niggaz in comas
So I hope that you is roamers
'Cause my niggaz is like Winona
But we just tryin to a "Good Time" like Willona
I'm a zoner, all I do is out like a stoner
As far away as
I'm a sucker for a suckin
So tell ya bitch that's it's best if she investin this good luckin
Mami would you fly over niggaz heads or keep your ass in the
duckin?

[Verse 3 - Da 5'9"]
Pardon my French, English
Steal your job, the is the five fingers
That's why Preme is the head not
My drive's on my toes, I got my swing
"Street Hop" is a
I with the vultures to make bread with the opposite toaster
I'm Py-reckless, I'm kitchen, equip
And my neckless is glistenin, it's
So don't mention your ice you mention my rhymes (why?)
my pencil is priceless
So what you runnin
Nigga I'm comin for you, if I'm the hyphen, you the underscore
True and I'm lawless
I no designer but I got a flawless jacket, whoa
After (Boom), this
It's night, night, me and Preme come back for more