Go Hard, Pt. 1 Royce Da 5'9" (Ft. Kid Vishis)
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[Intro: DJ Whoo Kid]
Whoo... Kid!
Bar Exam!
Part 3!
Whoo Kid!
Royce da 5'9"!
Damn!
Whoo... Kid!
Can't forget!
Shady Records!
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Bar Exam 3 is like a mock a nigga, pop a nigga mockery
Housing, put the lock on it, Monopoly
Call me Enterpriser, stick my battery inside a little white bunny
You can call me Energizer
The most interesting man in the world, I know, papi
Sippin' root beer float, sake mixed with Dos Ah-qui'
I'm a Slaughterhouse rockstar
I pick up the biggest pig I can find and throw it at the windshield of a cop car
Dissing me can be pretty fatal
'Cause bitch, I got money in the Banks from putting that shit into Yayo, like 50's label
Fucking freak, your mom and daddy, daddy and daughter
Your daddy, your granddaddy, your name Thaddeus Carter
She like, "Get inside me," but that's a tight squeeze
Once I'm in her juicebox she gon' hit the high C
I'm hooked up cause I'm ill ass fuck like IV's
I bare arms like it ain't nothig' up my sleeves
The next MC that rhyme "official" with "ref with a whistle"
That ain't Young Money, I'ma definitely diss you, if you
Rhyming "packing a Mac" with "back of the Acura"
Perhaps you can't match my spectacular vernacular
You still rhyming "bottles" with "models," "college" with "knowledge"
Using the word "swagger?" You're probably garbage
You thugs funny, comparing Five-Nine to anybody—
You comparing Superman to Bugs Bunny
Whoo... Kid!
Bar Exam!
Part 3!
Whoo Kid!
Royce da 5'9"!
Damn!
Whoo... Kid!
Can't forget!
Shady Records!
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Bar Exam 3 is like a mock a nigga, pop a nigga mockery
Housing, put the lock on it, Monopoly
Call me Enterpriser, stick my battery inside a little white bunny
You can call me Energizer
The most interesting man in the world, I know, papi
Sippin' root beer float, sake mixed with Dos Ah-qui'
I'm a Slaughterhouse rockstar
I pick up the biggest pig I can find and throw it at the windshield of a cop car
Dissing me can be pretty fatal
'Cause bitch, I got money in the Banks from putting that shit into Yayo, like 50's label
Fucking freak, your mom and daddy, daddy and daughter
Your daddy, your granddaddy, your name Thaddeus Carter
She like, "Get inside me," but that's a tight squeeze
Once I'm in her juicebox she gon' hit the high C
I'm hooked up cause I'm ill ass fuck like IV's
I bare arms like it ain't nothig' up my sleeves
The next MC that rhyme "official" with "ref with a whistle"
That ain't Young Money, I'ma definitely diss you, if you
Rhyming "packing a Mac" with "back of the Acura"
Perhaps you can't match my spectacular vernacular
You still rhyming "bottles" with "models," "college" with "knowledge"
Using the word "swagger?" You're probably garbage
You thugs funny, comparing Five-Nine to anybody—
You comparing Superman to Bugs Bunny
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