Lay it Down Royce Da 5'9" (Ft. Juan)

[Intro: K-Doe]
Let me up in this bitch!
Yeahhh, sup Royce?
Dirty Glove Entertainment in this motherfucker
Let's go! (Karma side, karma-karma side)
Where you from nigga? (Karma side, karma-karma side)
Where you from nigga? (Karma side, karma-karma side)
What? (Karma side, karma-karma side)

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, I done shot a couple tools, I done got a couple fools
In a lot of scuffles in war, I got a couple wounds
I've learned not to play it just to play it just to burn
I've learned not to say it, just return
Better spray it, let the metal blow
I ain't never scared but I'm way too paranoid to let it go
That's why you can find me in your bushes with them blammers
Seein footsteps from your grandma, ready pullin back them hammers
I ride cause I'm skinny
Somebody 'bout to treat me like I'm Santa when I slide down your chimney
With them semi-automatics or the Deserts with the heads
With the hollows in the bag like a present for the kids
With the mask and the beard and the belly, who you red
Leave you dead, witnesses lookin like it ain't no tellin who it is
I'mma ride, I ain't tryin other ways
I'mma kill just to live just to die another day, hey