that's why you got to shove Come on.. [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] Excuse me while I school them on how to pay these dues Tell whoever jealous and want to slay
we live in large Fresh ways, something yellow ... ... Coming back with the black I don't how to act Mister casual flow But I don't know how to slay I
pox, how delightful, a pox If you please just a box with bright colored paper And the whole thing's topped with a bow Bow? Bow? But why? How ugly, what
I got the bitch in the alley howlin' (beitch) And she don't wanna go nowhere She got love for a player she don't know no better That's why I tell her (
, most hate to see him coming And every first and 15th, these strongs on his life But a hustle is a hustle and a meal is a meal That's why I'm real and
in the streets, succumb in your sheets, diabolic disease And you don't know why Why your children die And you won't know why On winds of death I ride
get waxed in the sun Like my rag top six five, smash you with the switches The hitch is, you're gettin' too big for your britches Why you runnin' like
know who I am You gonna learn soon baby, when my heat'll expand When I slay suckers everytime, I foil the plan Can I live? Why not? I'm makin it hot
you feel alright (Low rider) Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight Now when people are done, bumpin' they head to this You wonder why
i was just playing you say you love me if i was just paying why i gotta be like that, why must i chase the cat or really why must I chase the rat nigga
again (When 'kiss, is spittin') Why they hatin' on you? (When 'kiss, is spittin') (When 'kiss, is spittin') They don't love you no more (When 'kiss, is spittin') Things will never be the same again (When 'kiss, is spittin') Why
power M. Woods, sixth hourm Berettas, Tauruses, Rugers Smith and Wesson's, glocks and lugers AK's, AR 15's Mack elevens and M-16's High caliber, so why
happening, that I can't fathom Eighty something million records worldwide later I'm living in a house with a fucking elevator Haters getting mad, they done had enough of Shady You slay
bustle and go Whoop, whoop I'm fully loaded, Pockets low, baby Whoop, whoop I'm comin' straight from the cold, baby Whoop, whoop I know you feelin' us That's why
it Bust a nigga's ass and won't give two thoughts about it Word, I hunt you down I got a million reasons why none of you can fuck around I slay beginners
to win? You better chill cause you never will, you ain't and you never been You can't faze me so sit and praise me When I'm finished slaying y'all be
We're official, a bite-proof style you can't get through New shit was real from day one Say one verse, then I burst with the love so I can slay hon Ain