Off Parole Royce Da 5'9" (Ft. Tre Little)

[Intro: Royce da 5'9"]
Be quiet
I know what you're thinking
Who the hell is that?
You in the club minding ya own business and out of nowhere you hear this
How you supposed to act
Neptunes, Royce 5'9"
It's my year, baby, uh

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Twelfth grade rode around, started out small
My father told me, before you walk, you gotta crawl
We was all outlaws with our fists balled
We couldn't even count bars, we was just raw
MCs battlin' at the club, for the plug
Rappin' for the other rappers, strictly for the love
That was cool 'til my life turned, and got tough
I got a girl, got serious, got her knocked up
Uh oh, reality check, hold up
I gotta figure out a way to get this dough up
I don't want my son to hate me when he grow up
So I gotta blow up, and leave it to' up (Five-Nine, baby)
I listened to my pops, whenever it got hard
He said, "Look if you gon' be a star, be a star"
I got hot, got a deal took rap
Took the whole city wi me, and never looked back, baby