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royce da 5'9'' - gangsta (street hop) lyrics

[intro: trick trick]
you godd-mn right, n-gga
this a no fly zone
i ain’t no motherf-cking teacher so i ain’t got no god d-mn p-sses
you n-ggas better get permission, b-tch

[verse 1: royce da 5’9″]
i’m from the motherf-cking d, n-gga
home of the hit-man, murder mitten, bleed n-gga
if you a rapper, i diss your -ss
then get mad at you for getting mad at me
then when i see you, i’ll flip your -ss
it’s quite easy, this big clip is for your whole motherf-cking family
it’s even for grammy like weezy
beef is familiar, i ain’t trying to give your -ss no goosebumps
i’m tryna make you feel like i’m ’bout to
jump out your motherf-cking speakers and k!ll you
i’m one word, truest
i’m p. diddy’s go-to guy recording at the lab yung berg’s shoe is
n-ggas’ll ride for you if you ride for you and
they see it, i got an ak that i come at you and hd it
i don’t play that sh-t
show me a target, i’ll spray that sh-t motherf-cker

[hook: royce da 5’9″]
i keep it (gangster)
long as i’m alive, i’mma keep it (gangster)
(can you feel my trigger hand?)
it’s whatever, my n-gga, say whatever, my n-gga
go wherever, my n-gga, just keep it (gangster)
and long as they alive, they gonna keep it (gangster)
(can you feel my trigger hand?)
it’s whatever, my n-gga. go wherever, my n-gga

[verse 2: royce da 5’9″]
this is shooter music, i don’t need to verbalize it
we play the drums with the k’s, i know that you heard us vibin’
my auto-matic’s faster, stronger
beta drums the size of kanye’s mullet in that aston
onto fatigue, you ain’t dead wrong make you wronger
it’s me, the best out, as far as p-sses
i’m like maino, my n-gga, you can be as diplomatic
as you wanna, professional as you wanna
it’s gonna still get gangsta cause you fresh out
go ask, i take your baby mama shopping
no she ain’t worth 50 cents just to get at your -ss
i’m so petty, any beef i’m so ready
now you trying kick it like you trying to go steady
trying to build a motherf-cking relationship
n-ggas dissing and kissing and making up, i hate that sh-t

[hook]

[interlude: trick trick]
oh, royce, you know what’s f-cked up?
now we gotta make offers that these b-tch -ss n-ggas can’t refuse
see, these n-ggas think they can buy respect
they never even earned respect
they never learned respect
so from here on out, detroit is officially a no fly zone
you heard it, all these b-tch -ss n-ggas
don’t come to this motherf-cker without permission
please don’t make me have to demonstrate
it’s not about attention
it’s about the seriousness of what you b-tch -ss n-ggas think is a f-cking joke
y’all wanna play? i’m not f-cking playing, man
i’m not f-cking playing, man, okay

[hook]

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