[Intro] [Royce talking]
Yeah, Royce 5'9". The M.I.C. Walk with me. Talk with me
A wise man once told me...he told me...he said...
[Verse One] [Royce Da 5'9"]
Back your bag, pick your punches
Know where you at and where you goin', fix your compass
Yeah, '06 is my year
Mo guns with no prints, for shit I'm prepared
Mo fun with your bitch
Well, now she my bitch, used to your bitch
Allow me to clear out the air
Yeah, I'm bout to pull out the pair
Stick out the thing, piss on the king
Like, get out the chair
Peel out and leave
Feel out the breeze
With the window down on the Vet
Shall I proceed?
Yes
The tattoo had to be in the right spot
To remind me of how notorious that my life got
True story
Used to hide the gat in my high tops
Adidas tracksuit, black and white like the White Sox
Feelin' as cold as an icebox
The older you get
You know where you stand
And you know when you might drop
Yeah, Royce 5'9". The M.I.C. Walk with me. Talk with me
A wise man once told me...he told me...he said...
[Verse One] [Royce Da 5'9"]
Back your bag, pick your punches
Know where you at and where you goin', fix your compass
Yeah, '06 is my year
Mo guns with no prints, for shit I'm prepared
Mo fun with your bitch
Well, now she my bitch, used to your bitch
Allow me to clear out the air
Yeah, I'm bout to pull out the pair
Stick out the thing, piss on the king
Like, get out the chair
Peel out and leave
Feel out the breeze
With the window down on the Vet
Shall I proceed?
Yes
The tattoo had to be in the right spot
To remind me of how notorious that my life got
True story
Used to hide the gat in my high tops
Adidas tracksuit, black and white like the White Sox
Feelin' as cold as an icebox
The older you get
You know where you stand
And you know when you might drop
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