We’re Live (Danger) Royce Da 5'9"
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We live...ladies, so fuck witta nigga like - me
You not...ready, to fuck with a nigga
[Imitating Hall & Oates]
Oh oh, here he comes
Watch out now, he'll chew you up
I know you gone here me come
I won't stop, now tell me who you love
[Royce Da 5'9"]
I bet you never met nobody like this before
Same game that he grew back from '64
I might rob from a pimp just to give to his whores
I'm just one of the forty thieves 'bout to get through this door
Take game from a nigga with game and make change
And meanwhile a clean house and take names
I'm a walking million dollar price
A talking billion dollars tight, feelin' like some zillion dollar ice
I clown on fools
Dump these little rappers in the Great Lakes and tell 'em the crown don't move
Though you still ramble your lips I still hear you
Just examine your bitch, my prints still near you
Once I talk to these hoes, they never talk back
Once they walk through these doors, they never walk back
Niggas better raise they weight, today they late
When Nickle-Nine raid they dates, the player haters
You not...ready, to fuck with a nigga
[Imitating Hall & Oates]
Oh oh, here he comes
Watch out now, he'll chew you up
I know you gone here me come
I won't stop, now tell me who you love
[Royce Da 5'9"]
I bet you never met nobody like this before
Same game that he grew back from '64
I might rob from a pimp just to give to his whores
I'm just one of the forty thieves 'bout to get through this door
Take game from a nigga with game and make change
And meanwhile a clean house and take names
I'm a walking million dollar price
A talking billion dollars tight, feelin' like some zillion dollar ice
I clown on fools
Dump these little rappers in the Great Lakes and tell 'em the crown don't move
Though you still ramble your lips I still hear you
Just examine your bitch, my prints still near you
Once I talk to these hoes, they never talk back
Once they walk through these doors, they never walk back
Niggas better raise they weight, today they late
When Nickle-Nine raid they dates, the player haters
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