The Dream Royce Da 5'9" (Ft. Rell)

[Verse 1]
Go ahead, laugh at me—I'm slap-happy
When I pack the "u-zay", they call me "Cool J"
Cause I'm cap-happy
I don't see the purpose of talking
The hardest nigga walking the Earth
I could just ride by em, merc em, and chalk em
Put them in a hearse and a coffin
First of all, nigga—y'all need to just be EASY
And quit taking DRUGS
I turned your Evisu Jeans to Capris EASY
I bathed your Bathing Apes in BLOOD
Beefing with me?—you're going to be burning in hell, fam
All you gotta do is sound off— give a yell and
Come on out with your gown off
CHECK your mailbox and
Get a groundhog as your *permanent* mailman!
I'm from the "Dirty Glove" where motherfuckers kill COPS
FUCK standing out on them corners, nigga, we build SPOTS (Yeah)
We flip real-estate; with the residuals from killing weight
If I ain't getting cake, I ain't feeling STRAIGHT

[Hook: Rell, (Royce da 5'9")]

I got a heart, rock solid, money, I'm bout it
Streets is the place where I got IT, yeah
(Nigga I represent "Rock City")
(Home of the rock solid rottweilers)
(We bout piling from the bottom to the top dollar)
And you can talk all you wanna (HOLLA)
But when I run up (Yeah)
You gon' wish you ain't said NOTHI-ING, no
(Nigga—forget that cheese)
(Here to tell her, "Fix that weave"?)
(PLEASE, you fucking with a STREET nigga)