Royce Da 5’9″ - Random Bars Lyrics

Royce Da 5'9" - Random Bars Lyrics

[Background Voice]
Arms, Arms, Arms, Arms
You’re Now Listening To … Music

Random Bars
That’s What We Gona’ Call This

[Background Voice]
I Pray For You

This Is Like A Thank You
Thank You

Now Rhymes With Is Electric Like Appliances
Now Let The Flying Fist Wreck It I Insist
I’m Here To Tap Some Drawers Tap Some Jaws
Ball And S’ Fo’ Y’all
I’m Here To Palm The Fucking Blow Like A Bascketball
They Told Me I Was Gold I Ain’t Reacted All
I’m Staying Hungry Like M Body’s Halls Acting All
Fuck Money But Tell The Government Give Me Some Since They Print It
I’m A Schizophrenic Mental Clinic Pencil Panic
Pimp Lieutenant Living A Fight Which If You Flinch You End It
Quit Your Pretending You’re Here To Be Saved I’m Simple Be …
Your Mind Is On Quitting Your Vibes On Pillage
Check My File My Resume Is Verified On Twitter
Your Jeans Got Pussy Under It
I’ll Hang Up A Sign That Says Your Place With An Arrow Pointing Down And Put You Under It
You Rap It All Eyes Niggers, Misery Love, Company Ass, Groupie Ass, Basketball, White Niggers
I’ve Been The Vet Rapper Since Eminem’s Test Record
Which Was Better Than Any Of Our Enemy’s Best Effort
And It Was Just Us Than We’ve Been The Best Than
We’ve Been On Top Of Our Dream Like Vinaigrette Dressing
You Should Regroup From The Fire
Iif Your Killers Resemble Keisha From New Jack City
A Snoop From The Wire

The Only Beefing I’m Doing With Pussy Is Screwing Your Cruise In Ruins
We Eating And All You Doing Is Chewing Swallowing And Being Done Is By Your Girl
Couldn’t Digest That You’re Probably Trying Earl
I Got A Right Hand As Debo Cole
Run Into It Playing And You End Up With Steve O’s Nose
I Will Leave You Where You’re Griffin At
Yelling Take That While I Tick For Tack Two Guns That Nick Name This And That
I Play The Tune Of Violence For Hours
But The Same Gun That I Now Use Till I Gave You Power Rewinding Listen Back
My Shit’s A Mansion Your Shit’s A Shack Now Check Your Guns
We Can Go Tick For Tack Is A Fact Like A Wreck
Answers The … Leave You In The Can Which Samsun
Hand Foot In Your Mouth Without A Dam Tongue
You Plus One Now A … In The Club Wit’ Yo’ Boy
Don’t Give Right To Challenge A Pro You Ain’t One
Nigger I Don’t Got No Story
All I Know Is I Quit The Popping That Put That Boy In A Hole Turn His Body To The Suppository
Why Yo’ll Hard I’m Rolling Alone
I Get Your Browed Pregnant Than I Pay To A Boy In A Car Over The Phone
If People Could Endure Royce More I’m Sawing His Own
Speak With Your Indoor Voice Lower Your Tone
So Now The Sky’s The Limit
My Shades Cover Eyes That Are Windows To A Soul This Private Hole, Mind Your Business
Contract’s On The Table Looking Like A Tarnished Napkin
My Contract’s On The Table Looking Like A Dino’s Taxes
Yeah Yo’ll Niggers Acting Like Real Light Skins
Stick A Knife In Your Right Hand
Tell You Sit Your Five Dollar Ass Down Before I Make Change At Your Ass
What You Say Nigger I Didn’t…
Now I’m A Pimp Perc Executive I Call You Up
Draw The Line Electric Insert The …..
Nickel

Royce Da 5'9" - I Ain't Coming Down Lyrics

Royce Da 5’9? - I Ain’t Coming Down Lyrics

i’m flowing away without leaving the ground ground
they’re asking me what’s it like up fair
i tell e mi ain’t coming down
i try to stay up and i don’t wanna touch down down
they’re asking me what’s it like up fair
i tell em i ain’t coming down
no no i ain’t coming down, no no i ain’t coming down
no no i ain’t coming down, i ain’t coming down.

not in my visions more clearer this is for the haters in detroit era
i know you had a good time but that was your time
but that was your era, now look at you and look at me and compare us
you can do it easily the same ..is looking stupid on that b dvd
shut up my nigga is .. dizzy i’ll admit when i was wrong
i remember fake and i should probably get my nigga ..
you’re talking shit about me if you ..shtu me i guess i’ll be politic involved
nigga is need to stop .. i hope your barb is .. the same hairline is me and dmx
i wait from wishin drink is gone ..wishin i could pick my home
and as far my nigga trick before we was brothers
i think we really just need to get to know each other.

chorus:
i’m flowing away without leaving the ground ground
they’re asking me what’s it like up fair
i tell e mi ain’t coming down
i try to stay up and i don’t wanna touch down down
they’re asking me what’s it like up fair
i tell em i ain’t coming down
no no i ain’t coming down, no no i ain’t coming down
no no i ain’t coming down, i ain’t coming down.

i gotta say the shit one time one if you ever know .. get one ground
‘cause even when that dot cloud have it above me i went from sun and unsung
and i found my own sunshine
now let me say the shit one more time
one if you ever know to get me away of your grind
can you find one hip hop listener around the globe who never ..
these cats say he’s wet he ain’t even from the d so i ain’t got that d tap
then their friends runnin me like my friends all you .. ‘cause you ain’t have no ..
make up your mind you winda niggas ..school to talk
bought shoes for shawty’s .. the kids while you niggas choose to floss
and i wonder now who’s the ..y’all niggas ..

[chorus:]

Royce Da 5'9" - Security Lyrics

Royce Da 5’9? - Security Lyrics

Security yeah yeah
Security

[Bridge]
Lemme tell y’all a story about somebody I feel was a gangster
And that’s the very same reason he ain’t here with me no mo’

[Verse 1]
He marched around the corna’ like a soldier
But not to get no on-the-mic exposure
To question me, I guess he checkin’ me
I’m feelin like I’m lookin’ at my own self in the face
As deaths destiny awaits
Us both wearin’ vests’s, us both stressed from the same pressures
Us both f-ckin’ trainwreck wreckless
Guns whip out, he had a .9, I had a .40
I remember a point in time he had mine, I had his shorty
And I could cry tellin’ this story
If you can visualize a downtown crowded street
Somebody was eatin’ ‘n saw P pull out his piece
And decided to reach

[Chorus]
(Security yeah yeah)
Police rolled up on like ‘POLICE FREEZE!’
(Security yeah yeah)
Cuffed us up like nothin’
(Security yeah yeah)
Asked us what we got guns for, we told ‘em it’s for
(Security yeah yeah)
(Proof this one’s for you! I love you doody)

[Bridge]
Lemme tell y’all a story about somebody I feel was a gangster
And that’s the very same reason he ain’t here with me no mo’

[Verse 2]
He marched up out his house like a soldier, decided to titty-bar it
A lot of alcohol consumption and drug use, while out with the city’s hardest
Niggas, foldin’ money up with black face, flickin’ photos
The only thing he was missin’ was my nigga dolo
He decided to leave them and go to an after-hour
After the 4-hour,
He act crazier than Scarface after snortin’ powder
He get into it with this dude, point his piece at him
They say he shot him, problem is, I don’t believe that
And on the real I, only know shots flew
And when the smoke cleared they say he got killed by

(Security yeah yeah)
Shot my nigga like that, that
(Security yeah yeah)
Probably shoulda watched his back
(Security yeah yeah)
It’s fucked up, right?
(Security yeah yeah)
(Proof this one’s for you! I love you dude)

[Bridge]
Lemme tell y’all a story about somebody I feel was a gangster
And that’s the very same reason he ain’t here with me no mo’

[Verse 3]
I know y’all seen Beef III
And it probably made you think that I ain’t like Shady
The truth is, I was at Proofs funeral, cryin’ like a baby
I was sittin’ in the back row
With Vicious, wishin’ I can go up to Marshall,
Denaun, Swifty, Obie, Bizarre, Paul, Levaughn
And say somethin’ positive
After all the negative shit that we been through
Thinkin’ we’d talk one day if it was meant to
Reservations ’bout walkin’ up there ‘n gettin’ in the way
It’s probably better off to just pray
Thinkin’ my niggas are dyin’
It was my first time at an over 1000 people funeral with

(Security yeah yeah) R.I.P.
(Security yeah yeah) We love you, P
(Security yeah yeah) R.I.P.
(Security yeah yeah)
(Proof this one’s for you! I love you dude)

[Bridge]
Lemme tell y’all a story about somebody I feel was a gangster
And that’s the very same reason he ain’t here with me no mo’

Royce Da 5'9" Ft. Adonis, Nottz - On The Boulevard Lyrics

Royce Da 5’9? Ft. Adonis, Nottz - On The Boulevard Lyrics

(Chorus)
I’ve been trying so hard
To erase the scars
Of living this life
On the boulevard
(Oh on the boulevard)

(Adonis)
Every morning Kenny wake up ‘bout 5 am
And jog about seven miles before class start
Had dreams of being the next superstar
Like that boy who sang Bo’
Kenny’s ambition was crazy
In his heart he was determined to get it
So he stuck wit’ it
Six days out the week kenny hit the track
With his goals set high, he ain’t turning back
Lost one too many of his friends over goods and crack
Kenny put it in his mind there’s something better then that
His daddy called him flypaper the way he stuck to the track
His momma said “it’s your time baby you can’t turn back.”
And through all the blood, sweat, and the tears
Kenny promised the fan for 40 years
To come, got to get it
He shall prosper
Jumping hurdles in life ‘til the next one pop up

(Chorus)
I’ve been trying so hard
To erase the scars
Of living this life
On the boulevard
(Oh on the boulevard)

(Royce Da 5’9)
Every morning Kenny wake up at 9 AM
Hit the traphouse and stay there til its 5 AM
I call that trappin’ pages
He always holdin his dick, always busting off
But I dont call that masterbation
He all about heart
And you will never hear “Oh my god they killed Kenny”
Bitch this ain’t South Park
This the dirty mittens scurvy conditions
Workers is stealin, stealers is workin
You only as real as the nigga you murdered
Bullets fly to your chest leak
Treat you like you a crownless chess piece
Middle finger never up, thats a substituted waste
Why would he do that when can just tell you niggas “Fuck You” to your face?
He could fill up y’all with philly’s boulevard bully
To pull your card with no regards for the laws, wearing a hoodie
Police on his trail, he toss the bird
Roll his window down like “Can I help you office-errrrr?”

I’ve been hustlin’ for so long
The streets just won’t leave me alone
It’s a battle I’ve got to win
I can’t give in

(Chorus)
I’ve been trying so hard
To erase the scars
Of living this life
On the boulevard
(Oh on the boulevard)

(Outro)
Bound for destiny, for greatness
Yet they both struggled with the 9-7
As evidence they were meant to be more
Yet they can’t seem to finally find the score
Cuz the game they played was rigged from the beginning
And in the end I sit on the sidelines and cry
Both cues stuck in a parallel universe will lose their (?)

Royce Da 5'9" Ft. Joe Budden - My Own Planet Lyrics

Royce Da 5’9? Ft. Joe Budden - My Own Planet Lyrics

[Bridge:]
Right of the rip, nobody can fuck with me
I’m out of space, mind and body, my soul and so on (so on)
Mami I’m fly is an understatement, come to greatness

[Chorus:]
I’m on my own planet
I’ll do my own thing
Then turn around and pat myself on the back, for doing good
I don’t need nobody else
I’m gonna do it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts, it’s all good

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Right of the rip nobody is quite like me
You gonna need a NASA spacecraft to sight me
If you don’t like me, bite me
I could give a fuck, less fightin excites me
Leanin on the moon with a patron fifth
Playing my own shit, and I sound terrific
I’m not cocky, I’m beyond that.
It’s time to start another hobby, I’m beyond rap.
Run and tell your baby daddy and your son Ray
I’m hot, I sunbathe on a sun bay [? ]
I’m the one on the one way
Hands and pretty long legs from the runway
My nigga Notty is a genius
You gonna need a ladder just to climb on my penis
Got two words for the rap game, “Fuck Ya’ll! ”

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]
Right off the rip, you thought it was a rap for me
Didn’t you? Go ahead and admit it hater
Cold as ice I’m a living refrigerator
The reason hip hop’s breathing the defibrillator
I did a bid just for drunk driving
It’ll never happen again cause now I’m drunk flying
I’m an innovator

When I say I’m on Venus I don’t mean it I’m thinking the tennis player
I’m on Saturn where you don’t matter
Alone, I’m past the zone where your phone scatters
Hello? Can you hear me now you?
You don’t got a fuckin choice
Elbowed my way into everybody’s conversations
With rhyming, timing, and patience
Now I’m in space bitch
I use to have to be on some watch what I say shit
But now you gotta TAKE IT!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
They say a closed mouth don’t get fed
I say a closed mouth don’t give head
On the flip side, know a close fifth don’t get bread
And if you swing it then you gon’ get lead
Boy I put ‘em in a panic, got ‘em all frantic
Overlook my antics, you’ll see that I’m a throwback, hip hop Stand Smith
But it lessen my love
The so-called rulers ain’t quite measuring up
Now lemme give the chicks a message
Bit of X’s [? ] should tell you that the dick is precious
3 words: Get over it
And if you speak mine, mention I could trip over it
Low key, like my name to big for the bill
Betty White style, get it in, STILL
Plus I’m on the high you can’t fit in the pill
But I try anyway, we gon’ die anyway! Ya heard

Royce Da 5'9" - Where My Money? Lyrics

Royce Da 5’9? - Where My Money? Lyrics

[Hook]
I’ve been fucking with this game for a long time and I’m impatient
I’mma kill somebody if somebody don’t make me real rich this year

[Verse 1]
For starters, I’m all about the bread
I ain’t no artist, I’m a target, I’m like the landlord
Hip hop’s currently fallen down the stairs
Your rents due, muthafucka!
Now who gives a fuck about the bars the hardest?
When the DJs think they’re bigger stars than the artists
Riding around in Ferraris doing more A & Ring than the A & R’s
(?)
That’s like the blind leading the blind leader
Hip-hop is like the FBI in drag: read, a dying diva
It makes no sense, it’s ironic how I can straighten you
Even though I stay so bent
I’m about getting ins, everytime my money’s on hip hop
That’s every time the house nigga wins
Flooding the drought, loving the club, Crip/Blood gun talk
Ladies and gentlemen: hip hop in one bar

[Hook]
I’ve been fucking with this game for a long time and I’m impatient
I’mma kill somebody if somebody don’t make me real rich this year
Where my money at?

[Verse 2]
I put a ceast and desist on this industry shit
Me making a friend means I just make an enemy quick
When niggas think they finna be big, their images switch
They go from getting beat by a nigga to sweet to a cinnamon whip
They acting like they got the Vanna White in Wheel of Fortune
But actually they spilling the script
I tell her DJ to play mines, so we gon’ spray ya
And that’s on every MC’s mind, they just don’t say it
I play in spots, my brain lies and the top is on fire
How you gonna say Nickle Nine ain’t rising
Rappers no longer have to be on the block lying
You get your ass whooped on the net, you a pop icon
I spazz like I got the white rhyme
I flash like a (?) icon
I call my motherfuckin man my money, so money stand out
While I got my motherfuckin hand out

[Hook]

Royce Da 5'9" - Merry Go Round Lyrics

Royce Da 5’9? - Merry Go Round Lyrics

[Hook]
I have tried in vein
Never had success
So it seems my life is nothing but a mess
I have lost, my only friends
Now it seems I have to start again
MERRY GO ROUND

[Verse 1]
My lifes been goin around ‘n’ round since ’95
Went from goin where about to die
Went from callin’ my chick a chicken cause she look like she got poultry around her thighs
To callin’ your piece a chicken cause she got no teeth and she got crow feet, around her eyes
How hard are y’all? I got a heart the size of Arkansas
Count to five, these birds gon’ hit the ground and they ain’t from out the sky
Went from havin’ an outta-this-world-flow, to doin’ the pity, or doin’ the coon dance
To watchin’ my good friend Eminem winnin’ a moonman
I remember cause I was in New York with all of my boys to start shit
Lettin’ ‘em stay with me, long story short, they tore my corporate apartment
Went from bein a kid addicted to basketball
To bein an ignorent nigga addicted to alcohol
Round and round we go is how this movie would end
Self-proclaimed King of my city, not really just truely the King of losin’ a friend
Who would’ve thought this goof in the park whos true to his ark would lose
Or win just by givin’ his thoughts ‘n’ views

[Hook]
I have tried in vein
Never had success
So it seems my life is nothing but a mess
I have lost, my only friends
Now it seems I have to start again
MERRY GO ROUND

[Verse 2]
You would hear that Ryan’s skilled
Might even hear Ryan kills
You will never hear Ryan Stiles
Here to put the “i” in ill
My mind is still
Like a merry-go-round spill
Like leavin’ only guns to my kids when I’m killed
I got an iron will
Intellect as ion(?), I went from high on pills
To triumph, to hidin’ from bills, to buyin buildin’s
Then I went from writin’ for Dre
To wonderin’ if my head was on straight on the sidelines
Feelin’ I forgot about listenin’ to “Forgot About Dre”
From there I went to about a bottle a day
Tellin’ who we know “Get outta my face!” okay I know what Kino said about Dre
I look at Kino to this day like that was a stupid mistake
But if it wasn’t for him doin that, what would I be doin today?
If it wasn’t for Ca$his sayin’ that he gonna beat my ass
Then me and Em prob’ly wouldn’t be laughin bout us gettin past it
If it wasn’t for me bein outcasted I woulda never been on the underground rappin wit SLAUGHTERHOUSE!

[Hook]
I have tried in vein
Never had success
So it seems my life is nothing but a mess
I have lost, my only friends
Now it seems I have to start again
MERRY GO ROUND

Royce Da 5'9" - Second Place Lyrics

Royce Da 5'9" - Second Place Lyrics

[Intro - Royce Da 5'9'']
Nickel. Tell em what it is
This is a world – Premiere

[Verse 1 - Royce]
Look, I’m in a zone for rilla
In a freezer with Medusa
I’m fucking a stone-cold killer
You bitch-fobbing, I’m insiding,
I tell Your kids this. Daddy’s been doing more
Dick-riding than Carrie Wington
I’m very venomous, you very innocent and
I will send a monster to your house!
Call him Harry Henderson
Oh my God, I was just in jail
Then the devil caught pneumonia, and it made me sick as hell
You niggas counting me out can get the riches still
You’re all in the Matrix, should’ve picked a different pill
You about to see how far that Paul Rosenberg’ll go
The height of my game is like a DeMar (De)Rozen verticle
No one understands me, only one sicker than me is Em
I’m into DMC, runs in the family

[Interlude - Haters]
Why that nigga gotta bring Em name up all the time?
Man, You wouldn’t even be rich without that nigga!
Shut up faggot!

[Hook - Royce]
I come to embarrass y’all rappers
I should run a marathon backwards so I could
See what 2nd place look like
“Too many sick niggas nickel bring the remedy”
(Make it real clear)

I come to embarrass y’all rappers
I should run a marathon backwards so I could
See what 2nd place look like
“You not ready for the raw deal
It’s all real, kiss the ring, be gone”

[Verse 2]
I’m the magnificent
With the sensational style
My wedding with the streets got the cake but no vows
I’m arrogant as fuck; who cares?
You suck! Rappers talking about “We the best”
Have been to Paris too much..
Who hot? who sick, shit, I’m like a Thera-Flu slush
Ya’ll aint fly, ya’ll fallin’ slow with the parachute up, up
I’m a face-slapper, niggas sleeping on an outfit
Call us “Tailor Gang” except we Wake n Bake rappers
Slaughter Yelawolf, responsible for haters’ actions
Y’all on Gilligan’s Island: find a greater Captain
Haha! victory laugh. Even my photographer’s happy
Picture me mad.. I feel well, ya bitch suck my dick
I nutted on the floor and let her stand there
Crying over spilled milk (sob)

[Hook - Royce]
I come to embarrass y’all rappers
I should run a marathon backwards so I could
See what 2nd place look like
“Too many sick niggas nickel bring the remedy”
(Make it real clear)

I come to embarrass y’all rappers
I should run a marathon backwards so I could
See what 2nd place look like
“You not ready for the raw deal
It’s all real, kiss the ring, be gone”

[Verse 3]
My swing’s like chains on a playground
I bust fly plus I’m about to put some wings on a Greyhound
My theory is you lie and drink beer
I ain’t hearing you so you must be from Liberia
I wave by like Hitler
100-round thumper bullet-proof what?
You gonna need an underground bunker
I aim where you should go
I put my whole life on the net, even my weapons
I am Bazooka Joe
We the shit, nigga eat a dick
We’ll make em eat his words
We the stones, he the sticks
I’m going yelling “Shady” everywhere
Smacking these bitches with they lipstick
And the baby with the Teddy Bear
To you and your man: ain’t gonna be no
“Taladega Night” I come to crush on y’all
And y’all don’t know what to do with your hands
Nickle-Preme, killing team
Add a different dealer every day like a fickle fiend

[Hook - Royce]
I come to embarrass y’all rappers
I should run a marathon backwards so I could
See what 2nd place look like
“Too many sick niggas nickel bring the remedy”
(Make it real clear)

I come to embarrass y’all rappers
I should run a marathon backwards so I could
See what 2nd place look like
“You not ready for the raw deal
It’s all real, kiss the ring, be gone”