Let's Go

Royce Da 5'9"
Huh?
We the best, Twist' you at nigg* c'mere
Sift ya lye.. c'mere

Extremely hard to be the king of a city it's dis
A nigg* that could twist like this
A nigg* that could rip any s**t that he get
Never balk and come with a metaphor like this
Flow like dis, never broke but flow for the dough like this
Never been a nigg* that you know like dis
Cold like dis, but ah, it's just me and D-Mo like dis
Respect is a must, got every nigg* in every hood checkin for us
Never catch us catchin the bus
got whips, got loot,
got troops, got guns, got clips (what)
Next big thing, iced watch to go with the necklace ring
Iced out to go with the rest it seems
More or less the more of the best you seen
Big buzz, only rollin with big thugs
We get in clubs you know you gettin ya s**t bust
Not too many ducks is goin against us
If ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift up
Rhyme till I can't rhyme no more, ball till I can't ball no more
Till I'm 5'9" no more, till the ice can't shine no more
Which ever comes first, let's go nigg*

Hook - 2X
Who the fk want what?!
Who the fk want what, want what?!
Twis Playa tell me why you hatin, cuz you the one take
Twis that from a nigg* that'll open you up
Twis You gotta send the deck up when we holla

Royce Da 5'9"
One of a hundred 'll hate my s**t
Eighty-nine'll bite, the other ten'll think of comin alike
Cuz my s**t when it come to the mic, 99 outta 100'll like
Never disrespect a nigg* grippin the tec, it's my s**t
Put the flow in affect with my clique
Go to the death, flow the best, my spit - I'm sick, it's my s**t
Try to get slick and is gettin hit
You don't want that do you? It comes back to you
And I ain't even tryna rap to you, so suck my d*ck, it's my s**t
Too many willin to pin ya in rap
put a endin to that, do the math with me
Straight to the lab, we're sendin you back
Keep going, you know that no one can last wit me
Stay armed with the biggest of arms, got b*tch- hittin alarms
Every rhyme is strictly writtin to harm
This my s**t, keep every word of every verse in position to launch
Never gon' fail, never got plans of catchin a L
I'ma forever prevail, whatever you yell
It's my world, everything else, c'mon nigg*

Hook - 2X

*pause*

Royce talking *beat slowly returning*
Motown, uhh..
Chi-town.. 5'9..
Twista, let's go nigg* uhh

Twista
Tell me who the fk want what
Whatchu murderous is ready to make the deck go up?
I could cause a scene to make you throw up
Put a bullet in yo' gut, bat em down and leave the sto' cut
Cuz homie you ain't got no choice ta,
Dat why you runnin to a real rida like Twista, or Roysta
Let the thirty caliber annoint ya
Whodie won't even know he hit till he feel his shirt suckin the moisture
Voice ya opinion if ya want to
Kick-ass winner, kick up dust in the middle of the arena
Subpeona motherfkaz like the courts do
We'll blast shortly ya nuts bust and it won't be a misdemeanor
We them that'll come approach ya
Shockin ya body our Bacardi keeps all ya nerves from bleedin
Until we heard no breathin - two undercovers,
we comin we get the dirty even; they know it's servin season
s**t is good as gone, cuz I gotta bring the goodies home
The petty packin penny brushin with the pretty pearl handle
Pistol, Pelle Pelle pants and the hoodie on
And you comin with the Midwest s**t?
Remember how we took you, you trippin off how we did that s**t
Somebody tell me where the weed at
Some knew I was about to snap so he hid that s**t
I was gon' get buck - come hard - get crunk
Go into a thing and let the rhyme ride,
and hit them from the blindside
And take the whole opposition down with my dog 5'9
Ceremony for the killaz, bustin em off,
and comin off so you can bust yo' nut
Though I'm bout to bust yo' guts
But if yo' operation is hatin, who the fk want what?

Hook - 4X

*beat continues then fades out*