[Royce talking]nYo, yo, this is a J-dogg exclusivennD-12, worst fucking rap group ever (You ready?)nnRoyce Da 5'9 would like to apologize to the family of my homeboy BugznFor lettin' that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happenednD-12 though, y'all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man toonLike I was tryna disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna disrespect y'alln'Cause that's what I'm doin' (gun-loading sound) from here on 'nnMy new name from now on, don't even call me Royce Da 5'9 no mo'nCall me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)nI'm Malcolm X now haha, we gon' see who goin, I ain't goin nowhere motherfuckernWe gon' see, e'rybody who against me, nigga I'm mad (BITCH)nHaha, yeah, there's only one problemnEverytime you motherfuckers breathe on the micnIt's a motherfuckin' lie nigga, nobody believes you (*echoes*)nn[Chours x2]nWe gon' beat yo' ass DOWN nnY'all niggaz sound like y'all write y'all rhymes with motherfuckin' crayons, BITCHESnn[Royce Da 5'9]nYeah, what rap crew I gotta snatch up out the game (bitch)nWho must I smack for sayin my name?nSomebody gon' die, it's probably YOUnYou couldn't fit Bizarre's body in my shoesnNiggaz quick to talk all hood 'til I pop upnPlus, you just act tough cause Suge got locked upnI am above y'all, when you droppin your raps to diss menI only recognize the top of your hatsnAnd I don't like Proof punk-ass, he think he toughnHe keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!nI ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck you upnSnatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you upnYou better hope you and the white boy keep in touchnAnd be a good little hype man, or your lease is upnSince Slim signed 50, I don't see your teeth as muchnThat's good, cause you got a grill like a fuckin truck!nDAMN HOMIE, it's history, over, hang it upnGo somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNKnYou speak you late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awardsnAnd get yo' ass whooped by B2KnI just wish Eminem would stop tellin' everybody he ain't speakin' to menLike I'm one of his hoes or somethin'nHow 'bout this, I ain't speakin to you, chumpnAnd I'ma keep pickin on your weak ass crewnYou, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat stutterin fucknYou a joke, I choke whoever buttered you upnI've been ridin by your house, you don't come out too muchnYou hidin, when I find you I'ma snatch you out of that frontnAnd tie your fat stankin ass to your couch and justnFEED YOU, you already look like you about to bustnNigga you can run or hide; I'll be on your porchnWith a cheeseburger tryin to lure you outside!n'Cause he's in it, Bizarre say G-g-g-g-g-g-unitnI bet you throw some extra g's in itnJust like a stutterin' fool can't reach intelligencenHe sweats when he raps, 'cause he got a speach impedimentnYou, BITCH, Porky's pig and Porky's tombnAbout to dig his own grave with a fork and spoonnYou, BITCH, Denaun and Swifty pleasenGive it a year, both a y'all be rakin' 50's leavesnWhat do I know, that other nigga y'all got in your groupnI don't even know his name, but he can shovel my snownYou, BITCH, let's face it I gave it to y'allnMy lil' sister got six puppies that's braver than y'all (barking sounds)nNiggaz is startin' the beef I'm 'bout to end with the quicknessnI'm 'bout to end this quicker than Bizarre can finish a biscuitnQuicker than quick shit, y'all ain't felt the halfnQuicker than Eminem can pinch Elton's assnDon't call me, I ain't ready to squash it yet, kiss my ASSnI don't wanna talk to Hex, I am so sick I should be compared to cancernY'all throw up your dukes and don't swing like Fred G.? SanfordnI be makin' motherfuckers scratch they heads when I rhymenY'all lil' niggaz scratch ya heads then rhyme, go play;nYou lil punk ass niggaz, y'all can scream and yell all you wantnI feel like I'm battlin' Keenan & KelnYou, BITCH, none o' y'all can put in the card to kenellnPaul better call me, like he called BenzinonMatter o' fact, I might even do a song with RaynSign with Murder Inc. and hit you with a song againnn[Chorus x4]nn[Royce talking]nI don't even want you lil' punks to think I'm madnY'all lil' niggaz are Ninja Turtles, you're nothingnNothin', you not on my level, I will beat yo boss's ass nigganTre Little, bring it onnn[Tre Little]nTre Little, the baby gorrilla, I'm just that guynI'm 5'6, got stacked lines, shit that high, I'm ridin'nFUCK you and your commercial appealnI turn yo' head into blue 'n yellow +Purple Hills+nI bet you whatever that nobody beats my familynEminem, Nelly said that he'll eat you like candynWhat did you do, got on the phone and called him upnYou don't wanna talk to Royce, but you talk to PuffnYou, BITCH, yo' crew some local hoesnI hit you harder than that white girl that broke your nosenYou and Royce can squash this with one talknStep around from your security and talk to that mannI understand you backin' yo' crew, but this my brothernAnythin' that happen to him, somethin' gonna happen to younAnd I don't give a fuck for that, nigga, I'll do lifenI advise you to stop; yo' money don't buy you stripesnOnly thing that money brings is fake niggaz and problemsnFollowed by niggaz who hate fake niggaz and rob 'emnBut you niggaz is WACK; Denaun I'ma stab younSo many times, I'ma feel bad when you collapse!nYou niggaz is so BITCH you make me sick to my stomachnEvery beat that you ever made sound like it was missin' somethin'nTimbaland lookin' ass, nigga, my style is realernWhat producer you ever know only good for album fillernn[Chorus x2]nn[Royce talking]nYou!, Yea, punk ass niggaz, yea we in the streets now too, nigganBig Homie's out nigga, what upnn[Tre Little talking]nYea you add water and stir ass motherfuckers, what y'all thoughtnMy brother here ain't have no backbone?nNigga, it's on when I see y'allnProof what the fuck you thinkin' of nigga, this cash boynNeed the white boy to get y'all started ass niggaznFuck y'all hoes, I told Royce I ain't like that motherfuckanFaggots, I smack the shit outta any one o' y'all niggaznSell my bill one nigganWhat the fuck y'all thought nigga y'all'll get bought bitchnStreet orientated; y'all motherfuckers hate itnLearn how to flow stop bein' mad y'all bitchesnTrick, trick, when I catch yo' bitch ass, yea dudenAsked about cash nigga, you comin' to yo' doomnYou'll end up like click boom, bitchnRock City motherfucker, regardlessnGet the point bitch, or get the hollows motherfuckernIt's Cash Flow BitchnBig Homienn[Royce Talkin]nKeep it locked to KingRoyce.com where Josh and Ira keep bring you all the exclusives. 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