作曲 : Bell, Hart, Montgomery, Myrick ... (It's Royce 5'9") Yeah, you scared, ain't you? Relax, it's just music(It's Royce 5'9") The elite, jive 5'9"Royce 5'9", cha cha Cut throat, really nix My ******* trey little, my ******* ERocky city *******s We in a world of our own Don't you wanna come, ride with us? Come on, ride with us Ride with us down 7 mile *******s with rocky city tattoos on their forearms *******s throwin' their 7's up with Detroit D tattooed on their hand That's what we do *******s would die for this *******t It's time to play, check it out Ayo, sit back, smoke a joke, it's over you wrote This is pure provoke murder, it's over she wrote it I don't know how *******s manage to sleep, wake up The clock radio, don't panic the streets, say something I been waiting, now hand me these beats I'm simply a branch of the Slim Shady family tree That will snap D12 first in line to rap, I came last' Bout to put my size 9 12 in the games ass Once I hit the roof, I swoop on *******s like whoosh2 bit *******s, cooks and figures regroup I been fi*******ng, just listen from one track to the next I was gangsta when rap was nothing but that's with the XI sat and watched, album for album, *******s flocked *******s went from pro black to Italian, I was hot I worked my ******* ass off, hoping to blast off Now I'm going to let you all see me Like when ghost took his mask off Give you more run for your ones, packing a full clip Rapper *******s come with your guns, don't bull*******t I'm going to only give you wild *******t, rap with a mild pitch Only clever, with that occasional style switch Ya'll *******s play around on the mic That's why I'm about to lay it down Savor the way you sound in the night B
作曲 : Bell, Hart, Montgomery, Myrick ... (It's Royce 5'9") Yeah, you scared, ain't you? Relax, it's just music(It's Royce 5'9") The elite, jive 5'9"Royce 5'9", cha cha Cut throat, really nix My ******* trey little, my ******* ERocky city *******s We in a world of our own Don't you wanna come, ride with us? Come on, ride with us Ride with us down 7 mile *******s with rocky city tattoos on their forearms *******s throwin' their 7's up with Detroit D tattooed on their hand That's what we do *******s would die for this *******t It's time to play, check it out Ayo, sit back, smoke a joke, it's over you wrote This is pure provoke murder, it's over she wrote it I don't know how *******s manage to sleep, wake up The clock radio, don't panic the streets, say something I been waiting, now hand me these beats I'm simply a branch of the Slim Shady family tree That will snap D12 first in line to rap, I came last' Bout to put my size 9 12 in the games ass Once I hit the roof, I swoop on *******s like whoosh2 bit *******s, cooks and figures regroup I been fi*******ng, just listen from one track to the next I was gangsta when rap was nothing but that's with the XI sat and watched, album for album, *******s flocked *******s went from pro black to Italian, I was hot I worked my ******* ass off, hoping to blast off Now I'm going to let you all see me Like when ghost took his mask off Give you more run for your ones, packing a full clip Rapper *******s come with your guns, don't bull*******t I'm going to only give you wild *******t, rap with a mild pitch Only clever, with that occasional style switch Ya'll *******s play around on the mic That's why I'm about to lay it down Savor the way you sound in the night B
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