Royce Da 5'9'' lyrics
Royce Da 5'9'' lyrics
"De-Elite lyrics"
Explanation lyrics
It's over now Cause you haven't called And maybe I said something And that's all my fault I need a reason, a reason why I don't feel right And I'm up all night And I know that you don't really care what I have to say I'm really more concered with what's on your mind anyway I'm looking for an explanation I've been waiting but you haven't said anything Friends are holding back the information I'm just wondering will I ever get to see you again Yeah Yeah Yeah Ever get to see you again I don't know well I could waste my time On such an evil girl who's Messing up my life Give me a reason, a reason why I don't feel right
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Once again relax, it's just music.
Niggaz right here, show you how I do
Niggaz right here, show you my crew
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Fuck a team like you who swing like you
We block shots in the ring lightning
Rock hot rocks kill, get the cream still
Blasphemous mind ill steal rhyme skill
Nas couldn't rhyme for this, Nickel-Nine will
I go through, cool out, blow a whole crew
Cool out bro, out-glow a whole jewel
We bout to blow up, got your nose up
You could catch a blocka-blocka try to stop or hold us
And your block a whole bust, live news
Ride through with one girl and five dudes
Best crew in the D, niggaz best move
All you niggaz gun sleep and your vest used
Niggaz bluffin, bore me, nothin for me
The only overlord me, only glory, you reach!
Wake up and smell the aroma nigga you sleep
The contract is out on The King, nigga you breach
D-Elite - Jah, Cut Throat
Billy Nix, Little, Nickle, Cha, upmost
Respect dawgs, expect your neck cut rope
The barrel of the Swiss, whole tec up close
If the block was any hotter I could start a cult
I was trouble the minute my momma's water broke
You never see the weak destroy me, I'm focused
I was raised by a postal employee, need I say more? [echoes]
State ya name gangsta!
[Tre' Little]Doe Or Die lyrics
[AZ the Visualiza] Yeah, New York Undercover baby Whole lotta things done changed... Yeah, there's a lot of people puttin black eyes in the game Knahmean? Time to do this though... Check it I had a block locked, but took a fall now I'm off my feet I gotta eat, so it's back to these fuckin streets And I will grow cause I'm an old timer I bring the drama to any nigga, his babies or his fuckin mama I got a look like Tevin Campbell But still I gamble, hustle and scramble Cause money is muscles in this damn zoo And in order to make it, you gotta take it Be the boom blast booze bend or break it but don't fake it That's why there's no guilt for these trife niggas bloods I spilt Took what th
>It's over now Cause you haven't called And maybe I said something And that's all my fault I need a reason, a reason why I don't feel right And I'm up all night And I know that you don't really care what I have to say I'm really more concered with what's on your mind anyway I'm looking for an explanation I've been waiting but you haven't said anything Friends are holding back the information I'm just wondering will I ever get to see you again Yeah Yeah Yeah Ever get to see you again I don't know well I could waste my time On such an evil girl who's Messing up my life Give me a reason, a reason why I don't feel right
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Once again relax, it's just music.
Niggaz right here, show you how I do
Niggaz right here, show you my crew
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Fuck a team like you who swing like you
We block shots in the ring lightning
Rock hot rocks kill, get the cream still
Blasphemous mind ill steal rhyme skill
Nas couldn't rhyme for this, Nickel-Nine will
I go through, cool out, blow a whole crew
Cool out bro, out-glow a whole jewel
We bout to blow up, got your nose up
You could catch a blocka-blocka try to stop or hold us
And your block a whole bust, live news
Ride through with one girl and five dudes
Best crew in the D, niggaz best move
All you niggaz gun sleep and your vest used
Niggaz bluffin, bore me, nothin for me
The only overlord me, only glory, you reach!
Wake up and smell the aroma nigga you sleep
The contract is out on The King, nigga you breach
D-Elite - Jah, Cut Throat
Billy Nix, Little, Nickle, Cha, upmost
Respect dawgs, expect your neck cut rope
The barrel of the Swiss, whole tec up close
If the block was any hotter I could start a cult
I was trouble the minute my momma's water broke
You never see the weak destroy me, I'm focused
I was raised by a postal employee, need I say more? [echoes]
State ya name gangsta!
[Tre' Little]Doe Or Die lyrics
[AZ the Visualiza] Yeah, New York Undercover baby Whole lotta things done changed... Yeah, there's a lot of people puttin black eyes in the game Knahmean? Time to do this though... Check it I had a block locked, but took a fall now I'm off my feet I gotta eat, so it's back to these fuckin streets And I will grow cause I'm an old timer I bring the drama to any nigga, his babies or his fuckin mama I got a look like Tevin Campbell But still I gamble, hustle and scramble Cause money is muscles in this damn zoo And in order to make it, you gotta take it Be the boom blast booze bend or break it but don't fake it That's why there's no guilt for these trife niggas bloods I spilt Took what th
Tre' Little don status hold my dick
Say ya label push the date back now that's what you get
I came in this game like it's more than rap
Dog, I'm tryin' to destroy the salary cap
The Source is happy we came six covers its covered
That'll last about May, June well into the summer
Why talk about different colors for various coupes
Shit green fart Blue, oooh clever you
Help me ma' I'll take a shot at any one of y'all
Got mami droppin' draws before the first phone call
We some gangstas study the ten crack commandments
Stay big worship Hail Mary that's how we live
Lay low good guys catch you with a hook I, know why you lie
Ya crew aint quite like mine
Spit it like ooh my, these labels like ooh my
State ya name gangsta!
[Cha Cha]
Its the C-H-A, say it wit me niggas Cha Cha Cha
Y'all Cha Cha Cha
You cannot lie or deny these niggas aint rah rah
Put the barrel on the bridge of your nose and turn you cock-eyed
Steppin to us not wise, told you how to get live
Go in depth best with the finger next to the index
Such threats expect five guys, five techs
Make they gats all sing in unison like a quintet
They don't say whodi, son, dun, or youngn
You can owe em and say hi and they greet you like "Hey Guy"
What up though Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut Throat
My brethrens all veterans all throwin up sevens
When we
The Good You Make lyrics
Hide up high by the landslide Sirens don't make it to Heysham This time of year empty time of day Drain away the maze OK No one needs to say a word Burn the M6 and forget the world Nothing underneath the dark sky needs to Pull you down or kill the sound of The good you make It's a word you say There are some times that you save me It's a soundwave shape It's a myth you break There are some times that you save me Digging down deep for the answers Dropped my tears in the Cherwell In the name of you and your whispering moves And your point of view No one needs to come around I sang myself high back to town Nothing underneath the dark sky needs to Pull you down or kill the sound of When th
rock hits to the sky throw em up to the heavensHide up high by the landslide Sirens don't make it to Heysham This time of year empty time of day Drain away the maze OK No one needs to say a word Burn the M6 and forget the world Nothing underneath the dark sky needs to Pull you down or kill the sound of The good you make It's a word you say There are some times that you save me It's a soundwave shape It's a myth you break There are some times that you save me Digging down deep for the answers Dropped my tears in the Cherwell In the name of you and your whispering moves And your point of view No one needs to come around I sang myself high back to town Nothing underneath the dark sky needs to Pull you down or kill the sound of When th
Us and crews clash no more we built it from poor
Me and Royce hit and restore what we were buildin before
So add a million sold or more when I get at you whores
State ya name gangsta!
[Cut Throat]
Cut Throat the living threat street shit to blueprint
The guideline rappers sideline until they bow down
Them little guns y'all blow I stay on the low
Rap like this and work the scale like "So"
Take it to the gutter we could duke or shoot it out
Switchblades pump gauge, whatever you about
Burn you to ya hood we could bang for the work
For the building or the blocks do the thang to the dirt
I'ma FUCK-in fool crews DUCK and move
Stay in a FUCKED up mood one FUCKED up dude
When its hot I, breathe in the heat don't even sleep
I be knee deep in the beats that made me
Certified gangsta specialize in Duct Tape
Let you know how many fo' five slugs ya gut take
Show ya favorite thug how to be a thug, top that (NIGGA!)
Turn ya favorite drug into another drug, cop that (NIGGA!)
State ya name gangsta!
[Jah 5'9]
Jah da 5'9 speak and shake rhyme great history made
The street gangsta city flow race against time
Never sign for cash my hustles the shit
You feel the breeze push past you get a grip
Millennium game, earth tone keep it in range
Close to the grey I
Mr. Feeble lyrics
I met myself the other day Standing outside the alley way I hit myself with all my force Which is when history changed its course So it shall be said So it shall be written So it shall come to pass I grew a garden the other day But the garden didn't want to stay It packed its things and it moved out And died three weeks into the draught So it shall be said So it shall be written So it shall come to pass I went out hunting the other day But all the antlers got in my way They were attached to eyes of deer Which quickly ended my career So it shall be said So it shall be written So it shall come to pass
rock fake niggas shouldn't doubt usI met myself the other day Standing outside the alley way I hit myself with all my force Which is when history changed its course So it shall be said So it shall be written So it shall come to pass I grew a garden the other day But the garden didn't want to stay It packed its things and it moved out And died three weeks into the draught So it shall be said So it shall be written So it shall come to pass I went out hunting the other day But all the antlers got in my way They were attached to eyes of deer Which quickly ended my career So it shall be said So it shall be written So it shall come to pass
Surrounded by crooks, full clips and fine weed
Choice clothes my mind blocked seein fine foes
Long nights bust those in small Christ
Niggaz playin themselves just thinkin we rhyme alike
How would you fight me I'm like ten families strong
Manipulation by song relate to it niggas
Henny on the rocks toast to the real in God we trust
Calm gladiator song navigator
Them whole blocks gotta story tell
All of a sudden seasons change, your welcome
State ya name gangsta!
[Billie Nix]
Billie Nix black man is here listen close
Spittin just to niggas, X address the niggas
Most niggas don't see right see light like its darkness
No guns in sight no might for the heartless
We run ya mics you write like you retarded
No offense but ya flow is slow and dense
I know my niggas hearin the D ya smellin this
You smoke that what you wrote while broke, yellin rich
Didn't know you shoulda spoke while broke sayin poor
Then biggie up kick in the door play it some more
This is the evolution of emcee who dissin us?
Gettin Rah stick up nigga hand me ya listeners
Get a job we here D-Elite touch it
Matter fact, niggas is wack, wall street fuck it
X government agent remember yo name
Remember yo game you niggas wont be spittin the same, motha fucka
State ya name, gangsta!
My God!