Royce Da 5'9" - Malcom X (feat. Tre Little) Lyrics
[Royce talking]Yo, yo, this is a J-dogg exclusiveD-12, worst *****ing rap group ever (You ready?)Royce Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family of my homeboy BugzFor lettin' that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happenedD-12 though, y'all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man tooLike I was tryna disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna disrespect y'all'Cause that's what I'm doin' (gun-loading sound) from here on 'nMy new name from now on, don't even call me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)I'm Malcolm X now haha, we gon' see who goin, I ain't goin nowhere mother*****erWe gon' see, e'rybody who against me, nigga I'm mad (*****)Haha, yeah, there's only one problemEverytime you mother*****ers breathe on the micIt's a mother*****in' lie nigga, nobody believes you (*echoes*)We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)Y'all niggaz sound like y'all write y'all rhymes with mother*****in' crayons, *****ES[Royce Da 5'9"]Yeah, what rap crew I gotta snatch up out the game (*****)Who must I smack for sayin my name?Somebody gon' die, it's probably YOUYou couldn't fit Bizarre's body in my shoesNiggaz quick to talk all hood 'til I pop upPlus, you just act tough cause Suge got locked upI am above y'all, when you droppin your raps to diss meI only recognize the top of your hatsAnd I don't like Proof punk-ass, he think he toughHe keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as *****!I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma ***** you upSnatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you upYou better hope you and the white boy keep in touchAnd be a good little hype man, or your lease is upSince Slim signed 50, I don't see your teeth as muchThat's good, cause you got a grill like a *****in truck!DAMN HOMIE, it's history, over, hang it upGo somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNKYou speak you late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awardsAnd get yo' ass whooped by B2KI just wish Eminem would stop tellin' everybody he ain't speakin' to meLike I'm one of his hoes or somethin'How 'bout this, I ain't speakin to you, chumpAnd I'ma keep pickin on your weak ass crewYou, *****, Bizarre you a fat stutterin *****You a joke, I choke whoever buttered you upI've been ridin by your house, you don't come out too muchYou hidin, when I find you I'ma snatch you out of that frontAnd tie your fat stankin ass to your couch and justFEED YOU, you already look like you about to bustNigga you can run or hide; I'll be on your porchWith a cheeseburger tryin to lure you outside!'Cause he's in it, Bizarre say G-g-g-g-g-g-unitI bet you throw some extra "g's" in itJust like a stutterin' fool can't reach intelligenceHe sweats when he raps, 'cause he got a speach impedimentYou, *****, Porky's pig and Porky's tombAbout to dig his own grave with a fork and spoonYou, *****, Denaun and Swifty pleaseGive it a year, both a y'all be rakin' 50's leavesWhat do I know, that other nigga y'all got in your groupI don't even know his name, but he can shovel my snowYou, *****, let's face it I gave it to y'allMy lil' sister got six puppies that's braver than y'all (barking sounds)Niggaz is startin' the beef I'm 'bout to end with the quicknessI'm 'bout to end this quicker than Bizarre can finish a biscuitQuicker than quick shit, y'all ain't felt the halfQuicker than Eminem can pinch Elton's assDon't call me, I ain't ready to squash it yet, kiss my ASSI don't wanna talk to Hex, I am so sick I should be compared to cancerY'all throw up your dukes and don't swing like Fred G.? SanfordI be makin' mother*****ers scratch they heads when I rhymeY'all lil' niggaz scratch ya heads then rhyme, go play;You lil punk ass niggaz, y'all can scream and yell all you wantI feel like I'm battlin' Keenan & KelYou, *****, none o' y'all can put in the card to kenellPaul better call me, like he called BenzinoMatter o' fact, I might even do a song with RaySign with Murder Inc. and hit you with a song againWe gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (4x)[Royce talking]I don't even want you lil' punks to think I'm madY'all lil' niggaz are Ninja Turtles, you're nothingNothin', you not on my level, I will beat yo boss's ass niggaTre Little, bring it on[Tre Little]Tre Little, the baby gorrilla, I'm just that guyI'm 5'6", got stacked lines, shit that high, I'm ridin'***** you and your commercial appealI turn yo' head into blue 'n yellow +Purple Hills+I bet you whatever that nobody beats my familyEminem, Nelly said that he'll eat you like candyWhat did you do, got on the phone and called him upYou don't wanna talk to Royce, but you talk to PuffYou, *****, yo' crew some local hoesI hit you harder than that white girl that broke your noseYou and Royce can squash this with one talkStep around from your security and talk to that manI understand you backin' yo' crew, but this my brotherAnythin' that happen to him, somethin' gonna happen to youAnd I don't give a ***** for that, nigga, I'll do lifeI advise you to stop; yo' money don't buy you stripesOnly thing that money brings is fake niggaz and problemsFollowed by niggaz who hate fake niggaz and rob 'emBut you niggaz is WACK; Denaun I'ma stab youSo many times, I'ma feel bad when you collapse!You niggaz is so ***** you make me sick to my stomachEvery beat that you ever made sound like it was missin' somethin'Timbaland lookin' ass, nigga, my style is realerWhat producer you ever know only good for album fillerWe gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)[Royce talking]You!, Yea, punk ass niggaz, yea we in the streets now too, niggaBig Homie's out nigga, what up[Tre Little talking]Yea you add water and stir ass mother*****ers, what y'all thoughtMy brother here ain't have no backbone?Nigga, it's on when I see y'allProof what the ***** you thinkin' of nigga, this cash boyNeed the white boy to get y'all started ass niggaz***** y'all hoes, I told Royce I ain't like that mother*****aFaggots, I smack the shit outta any one o' y'all niggazSell my bill one niggaWhat the ***** y'all thought nigga y'all'll get bought *****Street orientated; y'all mother*****ers hate itLearn how to flow stop bein' mad y'all *****esTrick, trick, when I catch yo' ***** ass, yea dudeAsked about cash nigga, you comin' to yo' doomYou'll end up like click boom, *****Rock City mother*****er, regardlessGet the point *****, or get the hollows mother*****erIt's Cash Flow *****Big Homie[Royce Talkin]
