Royce Da 5'9'' lyrics
Royce Da 5'9'' lyrics
"Independent's Day lyrics"
A Call For Blood lyrics
Your reign of terror is coming to an endAnd all your victims' pain will be avengedTaker of innocence, I want your demiseTear you apart for the unspeakable things you tried to hideI fucking hate youEvery bone in my body will ache`Till I destroy everything you loveAnd fill your life with
Your reign of terror is coming to an endAnd all your victims' pain will be avengedTaker of innocence, I want your demiseTear you apart for the unspeakable things you tried to hideI fucking hate youEvery bone in my body will ache`Till I destroy everything you loveAnd fill your life with
What....wha...
5'9! I'm the King!
What...yeah...what, yo...
[CHORUS]
I'm-a rhyme til I can't rhyme no more
Burn til I can't burn no more
Shine til there's no shine no more
Til the earth can't turn no more
Until I'm 5'9 no nore (I'm the king!) [2x]
Ya'll niggaz is real cocky on the street
Til I drop you on ya knees
Knock you on ya feet, I'm like Rocky on the reach
I rain while you hope to sustain dope in this game
Somethin' you can't stop, you can only hope to contain
I can aim so I blaze my tool
I got a name from usin' pocket change to pay my dues (
Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You lyrics
You're just too good to be true can't take my eyes off of you you'd be like heaven to touch oh, I want to hold you so much At long last love has arrived and I thank God I'm alive you're just too good to be true I can't take my eyes off of you Oh, in the way that I stare There's nothin' else
niggaz know!)You're just too good to be true can't take my eyes off of you you'd be like heaven to touch oh, I want to hold you so much At long last love has arrived and I thank God I'm alive you're just too good to be true I can't take my eyes off of you Oh, in the way that I stare There's nothin' else
I'm sharp as a shank and about as soft as you think
I'm hangin from the cross of your link, you get offered a drink
Niggaz is fast learners, you're only as hot as the back burner
From mad rappers and clap burners
Talk to the foot thinkin' you real
I'm starin' at the face of ya bill forgettin' how George Washington looks
You came to box a nigga that's flat out dirty
Just name the spot and I'll be there a half hour early
I write for the purpose to express a view
A nigga that's wack? You a nigga that I don't like as a person
[CHORUS 2x]
I'm in shape to give you a
Happy lyrics
Big Daddy's in the back seat taking to the Mammas God don't the world smell good today I'm bigger than a fruitcake Smaller than your honor A farmer for a daughter..HEY
quick whoopin', hard asshole in the wallBig Daddy's in the back seat taking to the Mammas God don't the world smell good today I'm bigger than a fruitcake Smaller than your honor A farmer for a daughter..HEY
Frownin' up, niggaz thinkin' you sick cuz you sick lookin'
I'm heated, an' I'm-a go to trial blowin' my triggers
Ya'll niggaz ain't rough, you need to smile more in ya pictures
Split somebody, and serve the nigga whose style you bit
That bit like 10 niggaz that bit somebody
Top of the world, all that's around you is beneath me
Me learnin' from your mistakes is the only way you can teach me
Mo' thunder, cockin' big heat
So undergrounds niggaz wit' beef can get mo' under, 6 feet
Man ya missles, I plan to dis you
Unleash wit' about 30 punches before the fir
Love Me lyrics
Woke up this morning wiped the sleet out from my eyes, opened the curtains and the birds were in the sky, oh what a beautiful day, i give thanks and praise for everything that i am! Now that it's time to get ready and i dunno what to wear, today i will leave off my make-up and i only brush my hair, riding a
st lands and hits youWoke up this morning wiped the sleet out from my eyes, opened the curtains and the birds were in the sky, oh what a beautiful day, i give thanks and praise for everything that i am! Now that it's time to get ready and i dunno what to wear, today i will leave off my make-up and i only brush my hair, riding a
Niggaz I doubt ya'll cuz I'm an outlaw
Right-handed, built wit' a left that can arm wrestle a southpaw
Gun shine bright, (ya'll niggaz?) ya'll need to rhyme like 5'9
Unsigned wit' hype... (King!)
[CHORUS 2x]
[scratches]
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....on the microphone
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....no, no I ain't jokin'
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....that's in command, that's in command
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....on the microphone
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....the funk rhymin' master
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....that's in command, that's in command
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....