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Royce Da 59 lyrics : "Let's Go"

(feat. Twista)
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Huh?

We the best, Twist' you at ^!$$% c'mere
Sift ya lye.. c'mere


Extremely hard to be the king of a city it's dis
A ^!$$% that could twist like this
A ^!$$% that could rip any %#@! that he get

Never balk and come with a metaphor like this
Flow like dis, never broke but flow for the dough like this
Never been a ^!$$% that you know like dis

Cold like dis, but ah, it's just me and D-Mo like dis
Respect is a must, got every ^!$$% in every hood checkin for us
Never catch us catchin the bus

^!$$%z got whips, ^!$$%z got loot,
^!$$%z got troops, got guns, got clips (what)
Next big thing, iced watch to go with the necklace ring

Iced out to go with the rest it seems
More or less the more of the best you seen
Big buzz, only rollin with big thugs

We get in clubs you know you gettin ya %#@! bust
Not too many ducks is goin against us
If ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift up

Rhyme till I can't rhyme no more, ball till I can't ball no more
Till I'm 5'9" no more, till the ice can't shine no more
Which ever comes first, let's go ^!$$%


[Hook - 2X]
Who the $#&@ want what?!

Who the $#&@ want what, want what?!
[Twis] Playa tell me why you hatin, cuz you the one take
[Twis] that from a ^!$$% that'll open you up

[Twis] You gotta send the deck up when we holla

[Royce Da 5'9"]

One of a hundred ^!$$%z'll hate my %#@!
Eighty-nine'll bite, the other ten'll think of comin alike
Cuz my %#@! when it come to the mic, 99 outta 100'll like

Never disrespect a ^!$$% grippin the tec, it's my %#@!
Put the flow in affect with my clique
Go to the death, flow the best, my spit - I'm sick, it's my %#@!

Try to get slick and ^!$$%z is gettin hit
You don't want that do you? It comes back to you
And I ain't even tryna rap to you, so suck my dick, it's my %#@!

Too many willin to pin ya in rap
put a endin to that, do the math with me
Straight to the lab, we're sendin you back

Keep going, you know that no one can last wit me
Stay armed with the biggest of arms, got (*##$-^!$$%z hittin alarms
Every rhyme is strictly writtin to harm

This my %#@!, keep every word of every verse in position to launch
Never gon' fail, never got plans of catchin a L
I'ma forever prevail, whatever you yell

It's my world, everything else, c'mon ^!$$%

[Hook - 2X]


[pause]


[Royce talking, beat slowly returning]
Motown, uhh..
Chi-town.. 5'9..

Twista, let's go ^!$$% uhh

[Twista]

Tell me who the $#&@ want what
Whatchu murderous ^!$$%z is ready to make the deck go up?
I could cause a scene to make you throw up

Put a bullet in yo' gut, bat em down and leave the sto' cut
Cuz homie you ain't got no choice ta,
Dat why you runnin to a real rida like Twista, or Roysta

Let the thirty caliber annoint ya
Whodie won't even know he hit till he feel his shirt suckin the moisture
Voice ya opinion if ya want to

Kick-ass winner, kick up dust in the middle of the arena
Subpeona mother$#&@az like the courts do
We'll blast shortly ya nuts bust and it won't be a misdemeanor
We them ^!$$%z that'll come approach ya
Shockin ya body our Bacardi keeps all ya nerves from bleedin

Until we heard no breathin - two undercovers,
we comin we get the dirty even; they know it's servin season
%#@! is good as gone, cuz I gotta bring the goodies home
The petty packin penny brushin with the pretty pearl handle
Pistol, Pelle Pelle pants and the hoodie on

And you comin with the Midwest %#@!?
Remember how we took you, you trippin off how we did that %#@!
Somebody tell me where the weed at
Some ^!$$%z knew I was about to snap so he hid that %#@!
I was gon' get buck - come hard - get crunk

Go into a thing and let the rhyme ride,
and hit them ^!$$%z from the blindside
And take the whole opposition down with my dog 5'9
Ceremony for the killaz, bustin em off,
and comin off so you can bust yo' nut

Though I'm bout to bust yo' guts
But if yo' operation is hatin, who the $#&@ want what?

[Hook - 4X]

[beat continues then fades out]

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