Signs (Freestyle) lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
New money, new money
Old friends get the fuck on
If you for real with it and you fuck with me (Me)
This is our song (Okay)
Ryan goin' nuts (Woo)
Dollar at a time (Yes)
Ridin' in Detroit (Okay)
Followin' the signs (Hey)
Prolly in this Porsche (Porsche)
Followin' this heart (Heart)
Followin this gut (Yes)
But I don't see no signs (Of what?)
Signs of slowin' up
If I didn't let that bottle beat me
How the hell the odds gon' beat me?
I don't know why ya'll don't leave me 'lone like I ain't built for this
So what, we predicted this (Okay)
I'm surgical with this bitch (Okay)
So you enter my stitch of this (I don't give a fuck)
May the best man win
The race we in, I'm like I'll race you, lap you, pass yo crib
Come back and chase you in at night
You would rather go to war with Corleone
Or have a holy war with all the Israelites and Mayans
My wifey cryin'
My wifey chose to roll with me
Even though she knows fo' sho' that it's dangerous
She knows me more than anyone knows me, she's just like Lois Lane
But a little more nosey
I wonder how bitter that I would have been
If she woulda decide to just split and divorce me
I'll prolly be in denial laughin' like "This shit is a joke!"
With a stripper with nothin' sinkin' in
Like the Skipper steerin' Gilligan's pen
Or if you really support me
I promise to spit the craziest flows
Til' the day the aliens show
Up til' this bitch to deport me
I ain't slowin' up
I ain't slowin' up
I ain't slowin' up
I ain't slowin' up
Ryan goin' nuts? (Woo)
Dollar at a time (Yes)
Ridin' in Detroit (Okay)
Followin' the signs (Hey)
Prolly in this Porsche (Porsche)
Followin' this heart (Heart)
Followin this gut (Yes)
But I don't see no signs (Of what?)
Signs of slowin' up
Uh, never nearin' completion
My only fear is my beloved fear of the overthinkin'
With me seriously thinkin'
That I could seriously be scared of anything is just me seriously overthinking it
I'm so focused, I'm borderline bored of blinking
I'm more than a mortal mind can absorb
I'm alive with more than just sky
My alarm sounds in orbit to remind me there's a line at the door
Then my soul needs to be lowered down just to tour
And I'm sober so in order to perform
I prolly gotta slow the flow down even more
While I scroll through the Quran or the Torah
The Bible while I try to decide am I more ahead of my time or before
And I don't know, I just know where I'm headed toward
And that's into checks in the commas' direction
Collectin' as many dollars, disrespectin' this Ebonics so get me
Dodging' that drama til' karma finally decides to forget me
Hopin' nobody will try to upset me
Or catch me with my cash low
I'm hittin' every platform
I'm touchin' everything except my plateau
I ain't slowin' up
I ain't slowin' up
I ain't slowin' up
New money, new money
Old friends get the fuck on
If you for real, nigga, and you fuck with me (Me)
This is our song (Okay)
Ryan goin' nuts? (Woo)
Dollar at a time (Yes)
Ridin' in Detroit (Okay)
Followin' the signs (Hey)
Prolly in this Porsche (Porsche)
Followin' this heart (Heart)
Followin this gut (Yes)
But I don't see no signs (Of what?)
Signs of slowin' up
Out The Barrell lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
I beat and fucked around to check me a record exec' over this check
I'm not no overnight success
Only thing that ever came through for me in one night
Is Joe Holt in this vest, slow floatin' is best
Argue, go and admit that your wife sent me that "Hey, stranger" text
I gave her that rain check, I Oran "Juice" Jones'd the bitch
I'm bout to take all of your confidence, I guess that is that Wraith I'm in
On 8 Mile with two tones on it
And don't think I won't pull right up on your line in it
When my window down and spray out of it like I'm Ray Donovan
The AK Iron Man on that gun, on it since 8th grade
And he don't take names, he AA Anonymous, it seems I'd ride again
Ya'll pop-outters, all of ya'll Amir tryna salvage your hairline
With ya'll fly down while I fly private when I decided I'm tired of him
I don't hang out with nobody, I play the hand I was dealt
I'll swear I'll phone God, I play my cards like I'm playin' Solitaire
.44's shootin' loud in here, 'bout to leave behind a big black cloudy mami
Click-clack-blowin', your's be "Pewm, pewm" like Vladimir
Gun raps and violence, what the fuck is the problem here?
I'm laid back in an Aston Martin, come holler then
The day that they quit makin .38's and MAC-10's, maybe I'll stop rappin' about 'em
'Til I see that, I'ma be laughin' to media's reaction at me relapsin'
This ain't PG accumen
Tell your A&R I ain't handin' in nothin' rated R
I'm rated G for get the fuck away from me
'Fore I make you get your hands up and play Tracey Lee
You need to make your way home
These bullets got legs that ain't on
These bitches be
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump)
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, dump, hah, shit)
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump)
You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye
You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye
You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye
You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, dump, hah, shit)
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump)
I beat and fucked around and bought ratchets for all the addicts
All I think about is phone calls but the thoughts is just automatic
My pen Engels, Criss Angel, my hook set screens, 40's
Kareem Abdul-Jabbars, we get together, we bring the best out of Magic
Yes, I'll be spazzin', yes
Yes, I believe I can have a shoe-out with Inspector Gadget 'til he's
Fresh out of gadgets, yes
If it ain't real beef, preacher, don't sweat it
Bitch, please get your phone ready
Tell the homies if they want a picture I got the same piece of chrome
Sweets long, bishop on credit
I be with known felons, Mom said I be with the wrong fellas
Sayin' shit like "He's s'posed to be better"
But last time I went broke, that shit will always hit me forever
If I ever see somebody eatin' a chicken bone, I want in
Like gettin' your door kicked in by them boys from three letters
This the only time I'm gon' tell you
You ain't been out here long enough to go against me
I'll have you out your own element
Squeeze you out them lil' three blocks you be on and, um
Show you that I got a lot of crazy hombres under my umbrella
You got heat but not no sombrero
I'll tell whoever do the work to do your ass work 'til they Dunharrow
I'll put your body in Huckleberry somewhere where they only got one sheriff
I'll put your granny in a can up river, yeah, it's a bunch of crimes in hip hop
But I treat it like it's only one chair and I'm a stand up nigga
I climb in that ring with anybody who don't honor them gloves
Hand on the Bible, one hand in the air and I will promise them blood
Niggas sittin' there waitin' furious for me to be past my prime
So they can create some conspiracy, might as well be waitin' on a spirit
You waitin' on a miracle, you waitin' on a fear
You might as well be waitin' on Caitlyn on her period
While he waitin' on a chariot
With somebody in it who's gon' praise the Mona Mirriam
I appreciate your patience, the more the merrier
I'm sure somebody told you temptation today was just ordinary
I'm pretty sure you wanna hit Berry Gordy in the face with forty berries
Or throw some sticks and stones at Jesus
But nigga, my chrome is squeezin'
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, dump, hah, shit)
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump)
You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye
You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye
You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye
You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, dump, hah, shit)
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)
Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, dump, grrah)
Look At This lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
Rest in peace to my nigga Sean Price
Shout out to the whole Duck Down staff
The world's most dangerous Justice League
Check it
We gon' call this here Uncle Joe
RIP to the realest, he taught me all that I know
Basketball was my passion, I guess my call is my flow
He told me follow that motherfucker 'cause ya'll gon' explode
You got that white boy beside you, that boy crazy as hell
He slapped a couple people debating 'bout Shady in jail
And if I was to ask him about all these rappers today
This is down to a T what I think what he exactly would say
He'd say
Look at this shit
Man look at this shit
These niggas out here lookin' shook as a bitch
Look at this shit
Would you look at this shit
Out in these streets actin' like pussies and shit
Uncle Joe
Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders)
Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders)
Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders, hah)
Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders, okay)
I'm convinced that these niggas know there's no way they concedin'
I don't play or believe what they portray on they TV
We're talking ruthless, we're talking Cube, Dre or Eazy
We talking hooping' this Jordan, Isaiah or PeeWee?
We talking boxing, we talking sweetly
Hoes know they get brought to the house if they talking freaky
Fuck these new movies, I got Scarface on repeat
Last Dragon and Menace
Fuck what y'all saying, that's classic
You's a G or a general, we gon' need your lieutenant
I don't need no new friends unless they reveal their intentions
You the plug that I need to meet ya and see your antennas
God damn that Rodney King beating was relentless
Man look at this shit
Man look at this shit
Police be out here acting crooked as shit
Look at this shit
Would you look at this shit
They out here giving niggas whoopings and shit
Then he said
Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders)
Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders)
Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders, hah)
Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders, okay)
He said
I live by the gun
Die by the gun (he said)
That's the only way I got it done (then he said)
These niggas never shot out a gun (he said)
We gotta lie by the son? (Uncle Joe)
Common sense will tell ya they on you, they feel ya
It don't mean you gon' be here long if your song is a hit
It just mean if they listening to you, fuck it, long as they hear ya
That Patrón ether is gon' either make you stronger or kill ya
And I'm still here performing for millions
Call me brilliant, call me Brazilian, whatever you want
Just know I ain't stopping until I got the game in my side pocket
And nah I don't mean billiards
I just hope Eminem know how I'm feeling
Because working with him is certainly an honor and privilege
First he got me my deal and then my label just dropped me
I believed I was tonic
Shady came back and signed me
Then we came back with Lighters
Time to pay back the piper (alright)
Pay back the piper, pay back the piper
Bad bitches acting different, yeah, they acting nicer
Like I'm the Mack of the century
I'd give it all up for one more phone call from that penitentiary (nephew)
Look at this shit
Man, look at this shit
These niggas out here looking shook as a bitch
Look at this shit
Would you look at this shit
Out in these streets acting like pussies and shit
(Then he's like)
Rest in peace to all the riders (riders)
Rest in peace to all the riders (riders)
Rest in peace to all the riders (riders)
Rest in peace to all the riders (riders)
I live by the gun
I die by the gun
That's the only way that I got it done
These niggas never shot out a gun
We gotta lie by the son
Rest in peace to all the riders (riders)
Rest in peace to all the riders
Rest in peace to all the riders (family)
Rest in peace to all the riders
Grown Ass Man lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
DJ Pain 1
Who will my life belong
Yet some feel it's their own
Til' now I have never dared
Now I've got to live for myself
I've got to live for myself
Yeah, my nigga Marc told me to drop all the drums out
So I guess ya'll are gettin' slow flow
Fuck the world, fuck the world, though I'm comin' to America
Im princely robes, you could get chose, ho
I got the semis, the semis
I ain't mature that much
I'll still leave your headrest wet like Soul Glo
I just stepped on a Lego wit' my crib
And man, that shit ain't never hurt so good, let me explain:
I'm a grown ass man, dawg, I love my kids, dawg, I love my fans, dawg
But I love my kids more than I love my fans, dawg
There's plenty niggas threw rocks who tried to hide they hands
Who don't have hands, dawg
Respect me, nigga, I'm about my family, nigga
I go upside your head like Andes, nigga
I stepped into this game without a plan B, nigga
With a bunch of execs tellin' me what I can't be, nigga
I'm a grown ass man, dawg
Who will my life belong
Yet some feel it's their own
Til' now I have never dared
Now I've got to live for myself
I've got to live for myself
This rap shit's designed to take all your confidence
The only genre you could fake all your accomplishments
Black music: where callin' you old's an insult
But if them same young rappers happen to show up
In a Jay-Z or Eminem show, they still gotta show a credential
I never seen a young fighter punk Tyson
Lil' bro, what's all the thuggin' bout?
You tryna be famous, I'm tryna stay alive and healthy
Long enough to punk my daughter' husband out
To me that's what life is
I fuck my wife late night after the kids sleep
Missionary, call that the night shift
I just took my kids out with me, they had a ball
Without me spendin' no money on 'em and
Some would call that shit priceless
And I would give half my bank account to just have my Granny back
You gon' think I'm crazy but I been having visions
Of me being 80 with weed inside a Ziploc bag and a fanny pack
I'm a grown ass man, dawg, I don't want your shine, dawg
Number 1's on your mind? You better worry 'bout Shyne, dawg
I'm beyond ya'll, I put my balls on the throne
Let it recline, dawg, my youngest son got my eyes, ya'll
I found out he was autistic 'fore he was 5, dawg
Since then, I ain't been the same man
His mother weathered the storm of his daddy who was the Rain Man
Listen, I'm just happy to not be behind bars
I'm in my prime and my son drivin' the Bentley to the Prime, ya'll
I'm a grown ass man, dawg
Who will my life belong
Yet some feel it's their own
Til' now I have never dared
Now I've got to live for myself
I've got to live for myself
Yeah
Us young artists, we come in the game with our entourages
And none of us are taught to properly deal with our finances
So we just buy mad shit and fill up our garages
With cars and we buy hideaway apartments for fly dancers
Man, I done seen it all, done it all
Plus I survived through it which is proof I learned from it all
I'm a grown ass man, I'm in the zone
So all that immature fun's over, it's always funny
To hear today's youngins place the burden of a
Bunch of lazy motherfuckers on they own shoulders
The same ones who's only along for the ride til' the run's over
It's simple as this: What do you do?
Do you got a skill? If not, your time here is tentative
But if you do, I'll pay you more than you think that you worth
I'm real generous
But me and these other rappers don't share the same sentiment
You plan to live off me free, you got the wrong ass plan, dawg
I ain't takin' care of no 'nother grown ass man, dawg
I'm a grown ass man, dawg
Who will my life belong
Yet some feel it's their own
Til' now I have never dared
Now I've got to live for myself
I've got to live for myself
Royce & Reggie lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Redman)
Ayo, Royce!
I don't like that shit, nigga
I don't like that shit
Redman in the building
Royce Five-Fuckin-Nine in the fuckin' buildin'
Yeah, yeah
Yessir, let's get 'em, nigga, yo
It's Red, nigga, my bar's up, I hit the gym
I see you walkin' in my shoes, they're my old Timbs
And when you ignorant, nigga, media roll them
And here's the cut, I'm Dr. Dre'in how I bail Em'
Yeah, in the Bay, they say I'm hella tough
They say "Red, you spit like kids on that yellow bus"
Plus I could go a hundred rounds, I hold it down
Like with smack, sayin' "It's too loud in the background"
That's me, I need a therapist, attitude airless
Arrogant like a Eric inheritance
My middle fingers say "God bless America"
Drop-top, blood in my mouth, bumpin' Jamiroquai
I goddamn D 'em, women all on my DM
Give 'em that super dick, yeah, I Apollo Creed 'em
I'm workin' smarter, not harder, no doors for my daughter
She learnin' to be a boss like her father, ehh
When it come to emceein', niggas ain't got a clue
That's why no Mission Impossible ya'll for me to Cruise
And haters hate cause I rock wit' that Coldplay
He ain't gon' last, he gon' fall, I say "Okay!"
Watch this while I'm high in a cockpit
You could die in a moshpit at my show and held for hostage
Yo Five-Nine! What up, Reggie? I make it clear
Tell Dae Dae' father that we the king around here
When Redman spittin', Royce, they don't like that
We two rappin' ass niggas, they don't like that
I pull up in that G-ride, they don't like that
I act a fool in the cypher, they don't like that
Huh, look at your face, you don't like that
I can tell the way you talkin', you don't like that, huh
I don't like them niggas- I don't like 'em either. Drop a dime on 'em. Fuck them niggas. Lemme go get it
Uh
I said "Whatever nigga been talkin' big can just die a bigger death"
Coffins on top of pallbearers, crowdsurfin like Mister Meth'
I'm slick-handed, 'bout to car-check you, then switch gambits
Fucked so many bitches; 'bout to start dressin' like Nick Cannon
You better bring your guitars with you, you ain't with violence
I suggest you bring your side piece if your wifey ain't a goddess
I think you're quite a lame imbibement, ya'll niggas party
Not me, I hang out at bar mitzvahs with Lorena Bobbitt
My underground train of thought is something you new slaves
Just can't abolish, askin' "Do Trump wear a toupee?"
It's crazy as askin' "Do I bump Murals by Lupe?"
Fly frontier, cry tear tats onto a new page
To a new moniker, god of your era, born winner
When I die I'm gone with the wind like Scarlett O'Hara
My Ferrari steering column already put me
In a different profit margin and era, shit, the Maybach
Might just put me in Dubai gettin' a white cloth with the Arabs
Condo so high in the sky, you could fly from right off of the terrace
There is no such thing as using artists as tax write-offs
But I have heard of a person buying off a career
Then ride off in a 911 Carrera
Leaving behind a artist on Def Jam with the IRS in his ear
And my question is will ya ever compare
To that higher up white guy exec who signin' those checks
Then kill ya
When Redman spittin', Royce, they don't like that
We two rappin' ass niggas, they don't like that
I pull up in that G-ride, they don't like that
I act a fool in the cypher, they don't like that
Huh, look at your face, you don't like that
I can tell the way you talkin', you don't like that, huh
I don't like them niggas- I don't like 'em either. Drop a dime on 'em. Fuck them niggas. Lemme go get it.
Ion Wanna lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Courtney Bell & Traxx Sanders)
[Traxx Sanders:]
Ohh, I don't wanna hear about it (Nah)
First chance you got, you stab my back and now the lessons's learned
Ohh, don't tell me shit about it
Because what goes around comes around and now it's your turn
Ohh, I don't wanna, I don't wanna
Ohh, I don't wanna, I don't wanna
[Royce da 5'9":]
Looks like you niggas made up your bed, it's time to sleep in it though
The drama creep through your door, it's time to reap what you sow
I'm tired of sneaky insults, ya'll don't even speak with a Colt
Ya'll get drunk with these thots and let the bottle speak to these hoes
It's so easy to see the evil in you
It fucked me up just to see the shit Meek and Sigel went through
You being used to standing next to me in these streets for so many years
Got you looking for heat that you could weasel into
But searchin' for validation's the first step to a shallow grave, it's the worst stress
All I got for you is these words left
Any man who could stab a man who just gave him the shirt off his back deserves death
[Traxx Sanders:]
Ohh, I don't wanna hear about it (Nah)
First chance you got, you stab my back and now the lessons's learned
Ohh, don't tell me shit about it
Because what goes around comes around and now it's your turn
Ohh, I don't wanna, I don't wanna
Ohh, I don't wanna, I don't wanna
[Courtney Bell:]
Universal love, common energy, you get what you paid
Witness niggas change, get on that stand and tell on they man
Street shit, bred by the code, we chose to leap in
Not weeps'in, niggas I thought was real get exposed for fame
Nigga, we deep in, how you snitch on yo brother
And come back to the block like we won't bust yo brain?
We want blood, judge gave him an elbow
Left him hangin' like scarecrows late at night, know that cell cold
I'll never understand it, how niggas snitch and get glorified
And turn on they people and don't get reprimanded
Where's the law? If it wasn't for Mount Helens, on God
I woulda left your baby funnel if she dug my heart, nigga
[Traxx Sanders:]
Ohh, I don't wanna hear about it (Nah)
First chance you got, you stab my back and now the lessons's learned
Ohh, don't tell me shit about it
Because what goes around comes around and now it's your turn
Ohh, I don't wanna, I don't wanna
Ohh, I don't wanna, I don't wanna
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