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royce da 59 - what we do lyrics

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[royce da 5’9″]
yeah, still you lame, high as it be
if i’m ya highness in ya streets, i can honestly compete
wit any n-gg-, feel the pain, my odessey just creeps
peep a n-gg- silver chain, no diamonds in the peice
i been chillin on dog for years… now you hard
i got scars bigger in ya individual career
who the f-ck is denaun, he don’t even write rhymes
actin like he rap harder then who – the kon artist is you
now you get spoken up on how the heats on you
n-gg- you must be smokin and jokin
slim got 50, and now it’s time for change
shady lookin like a broke down dollar, you gotta be ashamed
and you can’t even stop it
em got 50 cent, the rest of you n-gg-s change in his pocket
don’t you n-gg-s see he let you come and get twisted
and you dissin me, but you n-gg-s is unfinished business
smuck you n-gg-s tryna be
on every other n-gg-s nuts, in the industry you findin me
from busta rhymes to jay-z to nas to me!
didn’t see me, yet them n-gg-s won’t you to rhyme wit peeks
n-gg-s is hidin in the streets, lyin on me
it’s funny, cause they paint a picture like i be in tons of beef
be out every night fightin, provin sh-t
jealous -ss n-gg-s, i ain’t gotta prove sh-t!
that means you could die from the felt response
fear my next move like, eminem huggin on elton john
except y’all playin career russian roulette
there will never be another d-12 alb-m n-gg-, what you bet
who ain’t eatin, i’ma start n-gg- on my 4th deal
i’m so full, i’m feelin fatter then bizzare
minus the shower cap, and them dirty–ss nike’s
minus the stutter, minus the ugly–ss wife
y’all don’t know what it takes to win, n-gg-
i’ll spar up wit ya boss, we made each other show up late to the gym
so i said it – you n-gg-s is whack
that n-gg- ask me my opinion, is it true, don’t fall for that
n-gg- step unto the turf, everybody think y’all whack
what you gon’ write a dis record to the earth
you n-gg-s is shady statistics, the whole world know
who the broke–ss crew, wit the radio hits is
warren’s n-gg-s is takin ya pictures, you just dummy’s
you less money then slim spends on hailie for christmas
i know slim see the mistakes that he made
treatin y’all like dre treated hittman, and lady of rage
even them n-gg-s is smarter then y’all n-gg-s, the cloth
that i whip my f-ckin gun down, is harder then y’all
ya hustle is over, the rhyme bout is threw
i got ya coach on the sideline, touchin his shoulder
timeout – it’s over, it’s over

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