[Intro: Royce]{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"} Y'all been frontin Without a ounce of thuggin You go against me, you too can count for nothin[Royce Da 5'9"] I'm the king of the backpackers This T-bone contact to any wack rapper It's biometric how I wet yaMy dialect's an entire weapon, it's set to just fire reckless BLAP! Like {"one-two"} guns swoop In the same booth the federales tryin to run through Like, like {"three-four"} we raw Me and Vishis tradin like a triple beam seesaw I'm a veteran, the mac-11 the pump You could name whoever you want Wayne... Yay... JayHahaha, I'm just playin wit 'em... I keep the {"four-five"} on my hip You take me serious then I might trip About {"seven-eight"} ****** and die Feelin some type of way I figure it's pride I'm the right-on truth And that's right, I'm even plottin on my own crew Joey... Crooked... OrtizSlaughterhouse![Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"} Y'all been frontin (uh-huh) Without a ounce of thuggin You go against me, you too can count for nothin Like {"One, two"} like {"three"} like Ha ha, you {"two"} can - count for nothin[Royce Da 5'9"](Woo!) I'm what choice is to option Royce to hip-hop is what, Mike Buffer's voice to boxing(Let's get ready to rumbllllle!) Yes, it's a couple **** dealerssomewhere that got rich livin the **** that I spit (me!) I don't re-enact *****, I illuminate I know every point what I count like a Q&AIt ain't a arm when it's tucked in my box Since it's Lindsay Lohan, ****** call me Fire Crotch I'm seein clear like a MyBotI drop my coupe, black shoes, black Noob Saibot I spit fire like Izod, why not Cause sho' 'nuff I'm glowin like Thai mockAnd y'all cryin like babies over the net I should call you ****** Lady GagaI call, "You and Em need to get togetherY'all need each other Nickel Shady blah blah!" If I die I'ma leave heat I'ma leave the sun behind, I'm tryin to repeat Don't try to ban the drummer He's an (Animal) and you can be a random number, uh (ohh!)[Chorus][Royce Da 5'9"](Ahh) I put the gun to lames Eeny-miny Motown, play the numbers game Five shots on my blockis like for once I see like my pops is CyclopsWith both eyes I see you got no sides Bring it to your Chippendale neck with the bowties... All you stand Grab a ***** ass like "Aye," call me OJ Da Juiceman... I get away with murder That Johnny Rocket in my pocket with my favorite burger I'm tryin to shake it like a PolaroidThey said I couldn't do it twice, call me Soulja Boy I said[Chorus]
[Intro: Royce]{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"} Y'all been frontin Without a ounce of thuggin You go against me, you too can count for nothin[Royce Da 5'9"] I'm the king of the backpackers This T-bone contact to any wack rapper It's biometric how I wet yaMy dialect's an entire weapon, it's set to just fire reckless BLAP! Like {"one-two"} guns swoop In the same booth the federales tryin to run through Like, like {"three-four"} we raw Me and Vishis tradin like a triple beam seesaw I'm a veteran, the mac-11 the pump You could name whoever you want Wayne... Yay... JayHahaha, I'm just playin wit 'em... I keep the {"four-five"} on my hip You take me serious then I might trip About {"seven-eight"} ****** and die Feelin some type of way I figure it's pride I'm the right-on truth And that's right, I'm even plottin on my own crew Joey... Crooked... OrtizSlaughterhouse![Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"} Y'all been frontin (uh-huh) Without a ounce of thuggin You go against me, you too can count for nothin Like {"One, two"} like {"three"} like Ha ha, you {"two"} can - count for nothin[Royce Da 5'9"](Woo!) I'm what choice is to option Royce to hip-hop is what, Mike Buffer's voice to boxing(Let's get ready to rumbllllle!) Yes, it's a couple **** dealerssomewhere that got rich livin the **** that I spit (me!) I don't re-enact *****, I illuminate I know every point what I count like a Q&AIt ain't a arm when it's tucked in my box Since it's Lindsay Lohan, ****** call me Fire Crotch I'm seein clear like a MyBotI drop my coupe, black shoes, black Noob Saibot I spit fire like Izod, why not Cause sho' 'nuff I'm glowin like Thai mockAnd y'all cryin like babies over the net I should call you ****** Lady GagaI call, "You and Em need to get togetherY'all need each other Nickel Shady blah blah!" If I die I'ma leave heat I'ma leave the sun behind, I'm tryin to repeat Don't try to ban the drummer He's an (Animal) and you can be a random number, uh (ohh!)[Chorus][Royce Da 5'9"](Ahh) I put the gun to lames Eeny-miny Motown, play the numbers game Five shots on my blockis like for once I see like my pops is CyclopsWith both eyes I see you got no sides Bring it to your Chippendale neck with the bowties... All you stand Grab a ***** ass like "Aye," call me OJ Da Juiceman... I get away with murder That Johnny Rocket in my pocket with my favorite burger I'm tryin to shake it like a PolaroidThey said I couldn't do it twice, call me Soulja Boy I said[Chorus]
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