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royce da 5'9'' - what you call that! lyrics

[intro: dj premier]
big shout out to my n-gga termanology
his album coming soon too
another motherf-cker with sk!lls
matter of fact, we gon getting that royce/termanology collabo
it’s called “what you call that” (yeah yeah yeah yeah !)
yo statik drop that sh-t !

[verse 1 :royce da 5’9″]
same aim through the chest
same game ludicrous
they ain’t saying who the best
they ain’t playing budapest
who the kane ? who the next ?
i’m scared of that, this is compared to that
lyrically, vishis the heir to that
i’m like a camera catching you talking like miramax
you talking sh-t after we park, you going be aware of that
i’m feeling like c-ssidy spark you beware of that
and yeah i’m raps ashley parker, been there and back
now he’s nasty, she with me then she’s cl-ssy
she is as bad as can be but i keep her knees ashy
n-gga i’ll make that clique sit up, she make my d-ck spit up
you make my day you keep her wrist lit up
you a louie bag buyer
i’m the “push the new jag until we crash, until the tags expire”
so recognize fire, recognize the best rapper alive until who we have retire !

[chorus]
yeah i specialize in rhymes but i peep the bogus
on every known level i’m a stone cold rebel
if i’m not a hustler, what you call that ?
this is before rap, this is all fact
when gangstas bump my sh-t can they hear my hunger ?
you get money ? i can’t get none with you then f-ck you
if i’m not a hustler, what you call that ?
this is before rap, this is all fact

[verse 2: termanology]
ayo, hold up shout out my man royce up in the pan
we murder sh-t with the pen
for murderizing the pen
you prolly heard him with slim
prolly heard him with preem
but now you hear him with term’, come versing over a beat
it’s ‘ology
man i make a scene with the clique
halo mean on the chick
billie jean on the b-tch
hallo fiends for the fix
???? on the knicks
vaseline on the bricks
haloween for the tricks
omit you black, haloween on the kicks
call it a rap, got the beam on a clip
homie, i make that gat spit up
and make your back split up
it ain’t no way you wanna rap with ’em
you a p-ssy pab buyer, information supplyer for police with a wire
so recognize fire, recognize when i exercise my trigger finger for hire !

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