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[Royce Da 5`9"] + (Cha Cha) (Stick up, stick up) Gangs `til we play brains We pick up (pick up) when them thangs spray This how it goes down in the hood that you can`t stay I`ll invite a nigga over then make him leave in the same day Can you meet her? I`m talkin bout a chick wit a Coke bottle figure but never the 2-liter Whatever you choose, especially you Definitely I rhyme better than who rhymes better than you! Cause this is your sire, I spit in the fire Thinkin that I`m fittin to retire? {"BITCH, you a liar!"} Ah-hah! The home of the willest, I`m only the illest I only`ll steal it, phony-est niggaz`ll feel it, c`mon widdit But when the battle is through It`s all-out "Jerry Springer" every arena, I`m on the panel, too Spit shit for my peeps, shit for the Jeeps (Stick up, stick up) Strange pick-ups, brains hittin your feet Stained in ya mayn, listen, change in dissin (And recognize) You MC`s, nothin; you leave with nothin (And recognize) Fuck it, hold on – I hear somebody comin {"Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, what is his name?"} 5-9!
[Chorus] Can`t keep comin around me baby Make my girls say (OHHHH!) Can`t keep running awayyyy Give it to me now (RUN)
[Interlude: Cha Cha] You can`t leave, you can`t breathe, you can`t sleep Hearts beat`s goin - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP! (It`s like) Precious comin, can`t turn your back from it And your heart keeps drummin - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP! See deep, see the world from beneath And all you hear is that beat - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP! (YO!) Evictions (YO!) enrichment (YO!) Contentment - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP! (YO! YO!)
[Royce Da 5`9"] + (Cha Cha) Yeah, then after THAT I just thu-thu-th-thump, for fun I`m COCKIN back my (pu-pu-p-p-PUMP!) Yeah, what nigga man, you better be du-du-d-dumb You better stutter, you better SAY I`m th-th-th-the one Cause I`m the, rap oxy moron, feel that? Cause I bring tracks to life while I kill, cracks Ladies say (Royce I wanna get with, you!) And it`s cool cause I got a whole (get with) crew And I hit, writers, right where it hurts Don`t call me no hit, writer; I am a fighter, first Niggaz try to murk on my fire since fireworks Now you hurt, have you goons in a drive-by verse Cause I`m STRONG in that area thuggin I just, LOVE leavin niggaz layin there like a area RUG Plus you, yeah, smellin my game Ev-ery girl +Wanna Be Bad+, ask Willa Ford, tell her my name It`s, 5-9! Hah, now I see why you can`t see See why you can`t breathe, why you can`t beat or be ME! Man please, you better be Sam Sneed (And recognize) You just feet, a piece of a stampede (And recognize) Shh, hold on – I think somebody comin {"Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, who could it be?"} 5-9!
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[Outro: Royce Da 5`9"] A round of applause for the brand new Mrs. Montgomery My lil` sister Cha Cha, Rush! Of course my name is Royce 5`9" When you think of my name Think of a fresh new sound A fresh new face, let`s go
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