Duck Down Royce Da 5'9"

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, haha, yeah
Yeah, I'm on ya phone, ya friends and killers
You Capone 'til I comb the village from home to California
Runnin up on ya Dozen, you cornered
You bust and be gone, I send ya mother a dozen begonias
I make ya boss WISH that he had
Somethin that's more vicious and I'm killin anything that he HAD
Past you, I ain't only lyrically killin you BAD
I'm killin you wit a passion and then I'm sealin your casket SHUT!
Too many problems followin me sayin
That I am the +King+, I am a +dream+, I helps my game
Not to offend or hurt the work you put it
My street niggas feel it, it's self-proclamied
So, who wanna creep? What weakling wanna beef?
+Ben Franklin+ run the streets, he came in a +hundred+ DEEP!
You niggas can keep ya thirty murkers
I offer 'em all extra money man them niggas is workers
Where was them niggas when you had dreads, you liar
You Mekhi Phifer, lay on your side like a hyphen
Nigga I ain't built for who bitch, what now?
Tell 'em niggas when I see 'em it's on, they better DUCK (down)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
A truce is impossible, fuck you
It's over, you was responsible for the drunk you
You punk you, when I see you you better DUCK (down)
BUM!! Wanted them guns to go boom, boom, boom