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royce da 59 – shit on you كلمات اغاني

yo, this is a j-dawg exclusive.

[speaking] yeah, i’m speaking on behalf of royce the 5’9, and the rest of wall street. me and my boys are tired of chicken sh-t b-st-rds like those d12 b-tches. don’t get me wrong now, eminem and proof, those are my boys, we can get down anytime of the day. but that fat b-st-rd bizarre!? he’s going to get himself a good ol’ country -ss whooping. let me tell ya, royce the 5’9 is kinda p-ssed at bizarre because, this chicken sh-t b-st-rd, goes around getting on mix tapes with the crew… then he wants to turn around and diss somebody!? isn’t that a b-tch!? h-ll i don’t know, this guy might even get his d-mn -ss whooped. if i was him i’d stay indoors. boy i tell ya, this mother f-cker, he wants to go around dissing royce the 5’9; then turn around and call him up, so he can get a godd-mn spot on the rock city remix! (hahahaha) ain’t that a b-tch!? (ha… what the f-ck?!)

[royce speaking] yeah yeah, no offence to my true n-gg-s, y’all know who we all are, this is personal. mother f-ckers. you hear me? i know i didn’t get back to you. you dissed me a while ago. i just caught it, i couldn’t understand what your fat -ss was saying. it’s all good, i’m home. it’s time for us to talk to each other… n-gg-.

[royce rapping] yo yo, i heard you on dj b-tter, you ain’t slick
somewhere in between a s-st-stutter and punch you diss
i was like “huh? what the f-ck is this?
“why the f-ck this lame n-gg- trying to f-ck with this?”
you just talking real wreckless, you dissed the king
get your eyes off my necklace, kiss the ring
crawl before you walk, don’t be caught without your gat
somebody should have taught you how to talk before you rap
i know about how you gotta get walked through your verse
n-gg-s trying to teach you how to talkall through your verse
the streets and the magazines still knockin’ your verse
on your verse n-gg-s just look at their watch and reverse
i’m about realism, as far as a fat n-gg- that raps and rapes kids
i don’t see the vision (sh-t on you)
you do front, me you admire
you told the truth once like “i’m a compulsive liar”
insecure n-gg-s, take offense to the line
all in my sh-t when i’m mentioning mine
yo it’s on, better tell vaun “stick to the rhyme”
you better run and get swift when i get to the nine
it should be wall street, y’all and slum v
but nope, you want to rhyme like young z
you was a clown in school, the only n-gg- on stage in a costume
now the world is clowning you
sherriff of the rap, arresting the big fat bear
that got a jump in the character to rap
n-gg-, gimme this mic, you ain’t doing it right
you called yourself an idiot, i’m just proving yourself right
this is strong over the weak, long career over deceased
and me doing you wrong over your beat
you speak when you see me, but you talk the flow
f-cking clown, smile n-gg-, honk your nose
you probably looking at it like i’m making a big deal
but n-gg- that’s what i do, i make big deals
take a chunk of the budget, and keep they brow raised
and watch the little people split the pie five ways
n-gg- go play, matter fact, catch up
i am six figures bigger, and my book’s kept up
y’all a rap boy band, and you’re testing me now?
y’all a group with one star, like destiny’s child
f-ck that, no n-gg-, how can i relate
to a group with four dudes, who’s easily replaced
i erase n-gg-s when they talk backwards
i call paul and have him write you off on his taxes
i’m a solo artist, you just one of the crew
fans coming up to y’all like, “which one is you?”
you’re the fat one, tell them that’s your name
you’ll tell a joke whenever too, that’s your game
who cares if you’ve been on tour, you don’t come off (sh-t)
n-gg- all you do is run on stage and run off
one loose cannon? that’s strange
’cause the only cannon in the crew
was planted, wherever proof’s standing
i speak to em and proof, i’m speaking with love
they’re my n-gg-s, y’all is sissy n-gg-s keeping a grudge
i don’t give a f-ck n-gg-, you can beat up with gloves
and if you want beef, f-ck it you can meet up with bugz
i sh-t on you… (fat mother f-cker)

[royce speaking] ayo, cut that sh-t. f-ck that n-gg-, you diss me you gon’ be dissed back, n-gg-. yo mama. (mother f-cker) and i beat yo’ -ss. wall street yo.

- royce da 59

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