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royce da 5'9'' - nobody f***ing with us (feat. bun b & slaughterhouse) lyrics
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[bun b]
let’s get it started like transmission and alternators
got the keys in the cage ready for who you call the greatest
takin ’em down from the biggest b-tches to smallest haters
i’m ’bout to serve these n-ggas, call ’em waiters
got my mind right, money right, ready for war
and i got the c4, under my compet-tor’s car
these n-ggas runnin ’round talkin ’bout they better than moi
when i’m done all that’s gon’ be left b-tch is ya head and ya bra
b-tch i’m ahead of the pack, and i’m ahead of the game
and i put yo’ head on a platter you put some sh-t on my name
b-tch i’m the sh-t, see the stains that i done left on the track?
and i ain’t sayin no names but i left the best on they back
and they ain’t sayin no names so i gotta say it myself
i’m finger f-ckin this game so you gotta play with yourself
don’t pull a k off the shelf, or pull a strap out the stash
i ain’t gotta draw the pistol, i will chop at yo’ -ss
i just let the hands of god toe-tap on you fast
leave you mashed like potatoes on the top of the gr-ss
call the coppers to catch me and they’ll just tell you to drop it
i’ll find you sooner or later, and they can’t do sh-t to stop it
got that thang and i’ma pop it like a bubble on the double
i am trouble in the flesh, you can’t see me with the hubble
we ain’t wishin these n-ggas good luck, go get a clover
this bun b, it’s “b.e. 3,” this sh-t is over
[crooked i]
slaughterhouuuuuse! (whoo, kiiiiiiiid!)
[joe budden]
look at ya man look back at me, yeah i know, sickenin huh?
few got a porsche with only two doors, need to upgrade cause you missin some
we just got two different bills, different styles, different sums
started as a drive-by, ended as a hit-and-run
stop me in the streets, let it be properly when you greet
f-ck lookin for me, i’m on your property if it’s beef
not for robbery of ya piece, it’s lobomomy with my peeps
that comraderie is usually sodomy for the beat
‘less my critics put a lens on them, so i could look through it
shut the f-ck up, probably mean that you too shook to do it
we’d see two pennies to your name, yet you so saucy
when i fix this game you can (thank me later) for it, no aubrey
switch my demeanor up i’m, off my 380 sh-t
my, future’s bright, stars is by my head, baby sh-t
make me sick, what you eat don’t make me sh-t
found out the reason they hate me is my god-like presence, must be athiest
while all of the frauds in rap is talkin swag put a fork in that
slaughter’s back, listen n-gga i got houses all across the map
even got a boston pad, got this b-tch from boston bad
well put her in a wrestlin move, but i heard she got that (boston crab)
batteries in your back, go by what he say
just need you to know that it’s no lee-way, and the tables are turned, go dj
so you know what that blindfold’s for
that bloodshed’s a secret, let’s keep it behind closed doors
[chorus: royce da 5’9″]
who you said was dope again?
ay, it ain’t n0body f-ckin with us, n0body f-ckin with us
who you said was hot again?
ay ay, it ain’t n0body f-ckin with us, n0body f-ckin with us
who you say could spit again?
ay, it ain’t n0body f-ckin with us, n0body f-ckin with us
who you say was dope again?
ay ay, it ain’t n0body f-ckin with us, n0body f-ckin with us
[crooked i]
i’m the present and the future
like christmas in 2012 i’m the present in the future, an executive producer
you will never get to choose ya destiny cause you a pessimistic loser
mess with me and i’ll definitely shoot ya
i’ma do’s ya like i’m reppin the yakuza
die hard like i’m s-xin with medusa, do somethin n-gga
born thuggin, i don’t f-ck with the c-ck
nuts hang down my pant leg, b-lls tucked in my socks
i ain’t gotta act tough to get a couple of props
little n-gga raised hisself, i don’t know what’s up with my pops
do i think i’m the dopest, in america? i do
make you switch your whole style like you’re datin erykah badu
pair of ferragamo shoes, i will stomp you
i’m f-cked up, like the relationship between farrakhan and jews
i’m spankin this instrumental, like a wrinkly old b-tch
i’m whippin the kick and snare, make ’em pick they own switch
i’m smarter than computers that know how to fix they own glitch
i’ll leave you face down, like chicks who l1ck they own t-ts
and from this day forward, crooked is aging backwards
gettin younger and fresher, puttin bums under some pressure
yes sir! watch the next slaughterhouse album
every line is white powder, i ain’t talkin ’bout talc-m
i am tighter than “the biggest losers” cruisin in a smart car
distinguished alkie, the flask on the armoire
i’m from the home of the most popular bomb weed
most proper, hoes rock with my partners who top seed
po’ vodka, we gon’ bottle pop in the calm breeze
no copper can stop a cob star – i’m a giant
dumpin my cigar ashes out on top of the palm trees
chrome chopper, if i squeeze you drop on the concrete
you wanna talk about the paper? oh let’s do it
batter pocket syndrome, the money we gon’ abuse it
still gettin out-of-town paper so don’t confuse it
tell the hip-hop cops nah, it’s only music
and haters steady eavesdroppin on “the bar exam”
probably in your trunk now dependin on what car i ram
[chorus]
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