- Royce Da 59" Right Back 歌詞
- Royce Da 59"
- 'To attack without knowing the enemys strength is foolishAnd after being warned, to still attack, is stupidPeople who are that stupid just dont deserve to liveBut strangely though, one does find, people who are that stupid.'[Chorus: Royce]
Pop that trunk, get the
K niggaGet to sprayin nigga, get the pump nigga
Come - RIG
HT BACK; dump on a nigga
Give him what he want if he want well hunt for em all
Hell be -
RIGHT BACK; its got to be like that
Expect niggaz not to respect you, kill him
And get it -
RIGHT BACK[Royce Da 59']
For those that dont know me
Allow me to reintroduce myself
My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) 5-9 nigga bottom line isbye-bye if you out of line wit him
Itemize yall deaths in, chronological order
Those either gon support him or idolize
All you could do is try to dodge me
While you plottin my demise while
Im tryna rise now we got a problem
Cause if Im surrounded,
Im knownto pull out the pound and shoot, get on the phoneand still come -
RIGHT BACK - wit a army of dudes
Its all true, just armed with
Uzis lookin to resolve this
Good Lord, can you hear him callin?
They just still ballin, they feelin lawless, we kill em all
If it costs too much, we hun-ga-ry
It means if you floss too much your gumsll bleed
Thats why
I dont talk with chumps,
I was taught to thumpmy way to 21 til
I was taught to come -
RIGHT BACK [Chorus][Juan]
For those who dont know
Allow me to reintroduce myself
My name is (chk-chk, BOOM)
Juan Corleone
Die real soft, fire in a while then he blow
While you niggaz act raw with your dawgstil revolvers gettin drawn, splash markin the walls
I dont know but
Im givin it to em
Hittin em brutally with them
Uzis man really amusinhow niggaz duckin, divin, hollerin, hidin under shit
Bullets bustin, bruisin they body, barely bouncin shitlike, why you lookin at me smirkin nigga?
I got a short man complex, murk a niggabigger than me, taller than me, my squad in the league
I ride slow ballin for sheez, all of you plead
Who wanna test?
Keep scrutinize you and your guys
Two of them nines, better shoot them now less you wanna die
Im stupid high ,
Lord super sized blessin the dome
Huggin some long
John Wayne shit, fuck is you on?
We comin..[Interlude: Royce - having a conversation](Man hell naw, thats Royce)
Right, whats up wit it?(Whattup nigga, where you been?)
I been callin you
Somethin must be wrong with your phone right? (Yeah, yeah, no, yeah)
Ohh okay, whats up, you got that for me? (Naw, yeah, naw)
Naw? Alright well,
Ima get up outta herecause
I see you havin fun with your people (Nah shut up man)
Your man hes a funny guy and all that (Yo hold up)
Ima see you later (Hold up Royce, hold on)[Kid Vishis]
For those that dont know me
Allow me to reintroduce myself
My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) yeah,
Kid Vishis
That sick shit, listen,
I hit henchmen
From shotgun wit a shotgun, surprised when pellets flyin
And niggaz that was hatin us dyin
Roll with them chaldeons that get mad if you call them an
A-rabYou might get stabbed for your antics
Stay rude shooters with
Rugers, put the block-aout the windows guns cocked screamin out 'Air the coppa!'
All races are frown faces with heated ways (yeah!)
With somethin in the trunk that thumpin just like bass
Trust me, no mics, this shit gon get ugly
Before the boys cuff me, 'take that' like
PuffyYouve been hexed, squeeze this
TecShots hittin jugular veins, give em taco necks
I rep my set,
Rock City, what you bet?
M.I.C. regardless, you garbage niggaz, we comin.[Chorus]
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