Ridin, survivin
Tryin not to die and tryna cop a island

5'9" and, sleazy
The game needs me, cause I'm drama
I got problems, I can't resolve 'em

It's no beefin, I can't call 'em
I'm ridin, survivin
Tryin not to die then, look him in his eyes then



Royce 5'9", YEAH.. yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, remember me?

The hype man that came in to blaze %#@!

Brought in by the white man like I came on a slave ship
and chains; no master can turn his back on the only rapper
can match him and burn him on his own track with him

No goin back with him; cause holmes actin like
he got Capone backin him (why?) He's gone platinum
WOW, I'm hurt, cause now his words

Cause now he famous 'bout as down to earth as it rains the worst
My value will grow with my next release
CUT THE CHECK, I suggest you invest in extra ink

My next album should raise the brow of every man, woman and child

And today, I gotta get paid

You got a sign on your door that says "Keep Out"
I can't fire no more, I can't reach out
You truly know more later after you learn

My last favor to ask you was when, "Don't do me no more favors"





Yeah, yeah, yeah

5'9", yeah
Cause I'm drama, yeah!
How the $#&@ you gon' forget about me ^!$$%z?



Yeah, yeah, I'ma show you muh'$#&@ers

how to go from no buzz, to a big-ass buzz
I'm a ill mother$#&@er
I don't need nobody to hold my mother$#&@in hand

Whatever ^!$$%z, one hun'ned
'03 is my year ^!$$%, Royce 5'9"
The drama king ^!$$%, DRAMA






"Rock City Version 2.0" in stores right now
Feel me!

"Dead or Alive" the new album comin in Spring ^!$$%z
If you gonna go buy the mother$#&@er pray for me
If not, FIGHT ME!

Mother$#&@er, holla!