Meeting Of The Bosses

Royce Da 5'9

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    [Verse 1]
    The soldiers, the hitch men, fightin for the dough
    Allow me to give it to you, right from the door
    Walkin through the steps of the rise and the fall hall
    Of an empire, coming to the floor
    Through the wire like eight on a string
    Where they gon' sting ya when it comes to that cold
    Soldiers, hoes in, vultures lurkin
    Lookin for that work in
    Hopin, they could make a couple dollars
    Off another mothaf**kin bloody murder
    It's the problem but no hoe, it's the quality of knowin
    that the part of gettin dough, is you can't be out of control
    If you gets in the way of my paper, by my skyscraper
    We can chunk it, long as you ain't crossed that line
    You can put me on the phone with your boss, we could squash it

    [Chorus: repeat 2X]
    It's the meeting of the bosses, meeting of the bosses
    Why don't you tell them lil' niggaz, beat it we talkin
    Meeting of the bosses, meeting of the bosses
    Tell them lil mothaf**kers, shut up, we talkin

    [Verse 2]
    Huh, over weed, over yay, over not bein paid
    When he say he gon' see you
    Pethy ass niggaz, them pathetic ass bitches
    YOu could let 'em grab dick, they'll never have shit
    In this world, when you niggaz gon' learn it
    That some of these wars, at the point of no returnin
    Some of these boys, at the point of no concernin

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    Some of these courts, at the point of no ajournin
    How many cars can you run up on before
    somebody wanna war, ain't nobody wanna talk
    Hit you in the die hard, niggaz mom's calling
    Involvin the law hard
    Cross taped up to the chest
    Enemies f**kin with them boys for protection
    If it's only one boss in your squadron
    Then me and him need to be the only once talking

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3]
    Huh, all you have in this world is your word
    Your gat and your guts, that and your nuts
    Aint no backin you up, ain't no after you gone
    The pastor of the church nigga, that's when it's on
    The path that you own nigga, that's where you goin
    Clap if you want homes, and your ass gone
    Now you finally gotta kill
    But the snowball is rollin down that hill
    Accumulatin size, by the time it arrives
    At the bottom of the hill, it be count as homicides
    And avalanches for the ambiance outside you
    Countless mamas cryin, sisters goin Boo Boo
    Niggaz killin 'cause of what they true to
    Who's the villian here nigga, tell me what would you do
    Huh, keep it goin, talk shit, squash it
    You gon' have to talk to the bosses

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