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Royce Da 5'9" ft. Cutty Mack
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Everybody know about Royce 5'9"
But see the deal is
We wanna know about them M.I.C. niggas, his clique
Now, tell me somethin, what them niggas about?
The thing I like about 'em the most man
Is they switch up their flow man
Y'know, it's like a whole new level
All of 'em
Hoooooo
Waaaaaaa
Hoooooo
Waaaaaaa
Hoooooo
Yeah, ho! Nigga pick up yo', hands and pretend
Just like if it's a show, the lyrical cutthroat
He can and he will show, you brrrr stick up yo'
Man with his pistol, hand over his ho!
Lo and behold, plenty soldiers is rolled in the road that they on
Is the one where they goin against me
The pinnacle of the nigga holdin the pencil
Any flow, nigga pick one, ho!
I treat my rhyme like heat
My mind might be like keen eye sight
I treat y'all like three blind mice
You can't hit, what you can't see, the M.I.C., ho!
This is the shit that you wish you
Could spit when you sit and you listen
To the clique that is swift with the written
The poetry depicted officially blowin you little niggas away
'Bout to switch up the flow, soon as you hear me say ho!
Make, that flow, switch, that flow
Get, different, when you hear me say ho!
Make, it count, step, yo' game
Up, when, you hear me say ho!
Make, that flow, switch, that flow
Get, different, when you hear me say ho!
Long as I'm breathin I'm street bitch
Cutthroat ain't changin but the flow won't switch
Ho! A whole army with shit
That'll hit you in under five minutes barkin bitch
Starvin pit, to the point of do or die
Whether crack in the ride or the Mac by my side
Ho! Money to burn, hustle to earn
Bullets return, shots from the curb
Dodgin the drought, makin the count
Slangin the South, bang out a house
Coke by the ounce, weighin it out
That's what I'm 'bout nigga
Ho! The call done, hit me
The law come, quickly, nerves in a, frenzy
Flush the work, quickly, room drawers, empty
Two heaters, with me, three flows, sickly
Let it touch your brain, what I brung was flame
Plus my whole gang doin the same thang
Ho! Take it and keep movin, homies is straight cruisin
Quick with the waist movement, go get your eight losers
How you take amusement? Never fake I shoot it
AK or Ruger, we heavy with them Uzis
Ho! Face the facts, y'all spittin basement raps
I'm on wax with some dangerous cats
With a gauge attached, the rifle, the brace attached
To the back, I pull it back and squeeze until it claps
Ho! Amazin vision, I gaze at the daze I'm livin
The fast life with a rave of women
Today is givin, I wait without a stay in prison
And I hang with gangsta niggas muh'fucker
Always on deck, what you expect?
M.I.C. is a way of life, we lead as a set
Now, June's up in this muh'fucker
And I want all y'all to know (all y'all to know)
You can go anytime, so why waste time
As I get right to my flow, y'all don't hear me ho
Ho! Why play yourself (why?) why risk your health (why?)
Why waste my time (why?) learn how to rhyme (uh)
Get you some game (uh), get you a name
Gotta not be lame, y'all sound the same yeah
Ho! Lay back against the wall now (now)
I came with some bangers who came for the get down
My style, can't take what you can spread 'round
I'm multiple figures in riches, so what now? Nigga
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