[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"]
Hello Hip-Hoppers, My-Spacers, Facebookers, Tweeters
This is Royce Da 5'9" and I'm officially starting The Bar Exam 3
Slaughterhouse movement, y'all niggas ain't with us then what the fuck is y'all doing, bitches
Me and Vishis, nevermind, let's just go into it
[Hook]
Young Vish, take a dookey with me
Asher Roth, take a dookey with me
Kid Cudi, take a dookey with me
My nigga Drake, take a dookey with me
Wale, take a dookey with me
Charles Hamilton, take a dookey with me
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
As you can see I'm on some new school shit
I pull strings like the symphony to get you murdered so you can call it a Juice Crew Hit
We carrying this
My nigga Joey already murdered this beat. I'm digging it up and re-burying it
I wish a fake would. Nigga, Nickel stay good
The nose on the shotgun wide like J Hood's
Speaking of him, he's a bum
Hundred rounds, I hundred pound punks, get done
Rap nigga, rapping his way to his demise
I ain't Ransom, chump; I don't shoot in the sky
Speaking of him, he a bum, too
I treat war like it's a art like Sun Tzu
I feel like I am the answer when the gun drew
The most rhetorical question is, "What you gon' do?"
Gang Starr pennacle as far as Preme goes
Through with the album. I'm in Bar Exam 3 mode
Y'all niggas fools; riding with niggas. I ride with pistols and gardening tools. That mean HOES!
Y'all motherfucker's crazy
And I don't understand it like Ross dissing 50 Cent and biggin' up Shady
No disrespect to Rick Ross, I fuck with you, dog!
Y'all niggas tryna get rid of me: flush the toilet
I'm the shit. The physical [?]. The fact that I got it is just why I'm down the Trick
Speaking of Trick, I'm down with Trick. What I spit is illegal it just sound LEGIT!
And y'all so-so
I'm in my own lane. Ain't nobody else in it like I'm in the car solo
The flow trip a nigga naked and then leave pasties on his nipples. I let the bars go-GO!
Young Vishis with me. He the next
Fit Slaughterhouse member. Let el Nino Bless
We like Woo, he the inspector; he on deck
We like the tribe, either the "Booyah!" or call quest
I'm (bar bell brolic)
My niggas' killer bees. Y'all nigga smelling like bee pollen
Honey. Don't do it to yourself, dunny
Guess it's my nigga Crooked cause we can hit niggas on Ryker's Island
You can either die or dodge a bullet
Nobody riding but the shotty and me and my hooded. What else is you good at?
Your rhymes is dying
I'm flawless. Call me VVS diamond Ryan
It's how we got the lames
Knock a nigga teeth out of his mouth, have him feeling that Tallahassee pain
Fuck the motherfucking bucket; he can kick the bucket
Booyaka! Booyaka! Finger touching. End of discussion
Hello Hip-Hoppers, My-Spacers, Facebookers, Tweeters
This is Royce Da 5'9" and I'm officially starting The Bar Exam 3
Slaughterhouse movement, y'all niggas ain't with us then what the fuck is y'all doing, bitches
Me and Vishis, nevermind, let's just go into it
[Hook]
Young Vish, take a dookey with me
Asher Roth, take a dookey with me
Kid Cudi, take a dookey with me
My nigga Drake, take a dookey with me
Wale, take a dookey with me
Charles Hamilton, take a dookey with me
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
As you can see I'm on some new school shit
I pull strings like the symphony to get you murdered so you can call it a Juice Crew Hit
We carrying this
My nigga Joey already murdered this beat. I'm digging it up and re-burying it
I wish a fake would. Nigga, Nickel stay good
The nose on the shotgun wide like J Hood's
Speaking of him, he's a bum
Hundred rounds, I hundred pound punks, get done
Rap nigga, rapping his way to his demise
I ain't Ransom, chump; I don't shoot in the sky
Speaking of him, he a bum, too
I treat war like it's a art like Sun Tzu
I feel like I am the answer when the gun drew
The most rhetorical question is, "What you gon' do?"
Gang Starr pennacle as far as Preme goes
Through with the album. I'm in Bar Exam 3 mode
Y'all niggas fools; riding with niggas. I ride with pistols and gardening tools. That mean HOES!
Y'all motherfucker's crazy
And I don't understand it like Ross dissing 50 Cent and biggin' up Shady
No disrespect to Rick Ross, I fuck with you, dog!
Y'all niggas tryna get rid of me: flush the toilet
I'm the shit. The physical [?]. The fact that I got it is just why I'm down the Trick
Speaking of Trick, I'm down with Trick. What I spit is illegal it just sound LEGIT!
And y'all so-so
I'm in my own lane. Ain't nobody else in it like I'm in the car solo
The flow trip a nigga naked and then leave pasties on his nipples. I let the bars go-GO!
Young Vishis with me. He the next
Fit Slaughterhouse member. Let el Nino Bless
We like Woo, he the inspector; he on deck
We like the tribe, either the "Booyah!" or call quest
I'm (bar bell brolic)
My niggas' killer bees. Y'all nigga smelling like bee pollen
Honey. Don't do it to yourself, dunny
Guess it's my nigga Crooked cause we can hit niggas on Ryker's Island
You can either die or dodge a bullet
Nobody riding but the shotty and me and my hooded. What else is you good at?
Your rhymes is dying
I'm flawless. Call me VVS diamond Ryan
It's how we got the lames
Knock a nigga teeth out of his mouth, have him feeling that Tallahassee pain
Fuck the motherfucking bucket; he can kick the bucket
Booyaka! Booyaka! Finger touching. End of discussion
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