Knuckle Up

Royce Da 5'9

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    [Hush] + (Royce)
    What? (Knuckle up)
    Yeah.. (Whatchu say?)
    Hush (Uhh uhh, Royce Nickel-Nine)
    Yeah, we represent Detroit Rock City
    (And we'll FUCK you up!) Yo, yo, yo!

    [Hush]
    You're fuckin with a straight-up menace
    That'll run inside your apartment complex and start sprayin tenants
    I stick bastards for a wealthy scheme
    Punch through your chest and snatchin out your self-esteem
    Stabbin your spleen, precise like a javelin team
    Grabbin the green, quicker than a crack and a fiend
    Quick draw, faster than it takes you to blink
    I spit thoughts, faster than it takes you to think
    You catchin a sink, drownin in whatever you drink
    I'm huntin you down, bustin at your leather or mink
    I'm meltin your ice, I'm heated in your average rink
    Lockin it down, and rockin like I'm trapped in the clink
    Slappin a freak, trappin every rat or a fink
    Fast with the ink, blast you out your hat or your link
    Shatter your teeth, every time you chatter or breathe
    Unravel your cream, Detroit it's ether that or the bing
    Hush, I get madder and mean
    Matter of fact, all of y'all get splattered in three - pieces
    Just your body and arms in shirts sleeveless
    Beggin for Jesus, before your heart collapses and seizes
    Who needs this, crush the fine line
    I'll be on the phone callin my boys and 5'9"
    Detroit city cats that are born with nine lives
    And I use that are yours, you better shoot me nine times!

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    [Chorus 2X: Hush] + (Royce)
    Knuckle up! If you see us cop a plea and duck
    Knuckle up! (When you see us in the streets in a truck)
    Knuckle up! If you see us droppin B's in a buck
    Knuckle up! (When you see us in the D, nigga what!)

    [Royce Da 5'9"]
    Uhh uhh.. yo yo, yo
    I done took more bitches off more niggaz hands
    And, more niggaz ran from po-po's in a van
    Stick to my word so I don't threaten niggaz no more
    If I make you a promise then it's safe to say that it's honest
    My guns, tired from being fired, while yours sit on the shelf
    I'm like a sole concept in itself
    Chokin my weapon, burnin your vest
    In 2G, rap niggaz learn from the best and hope to be set
    Knuckle up - I don't depend on my toast to spark
    Wrap my fingers around your neck and let the chokin start
    I'ma be on top pissin 'til I soak the charts
    You don't like me but I'm still here like Rosa Parks
    A flow is a flow, so - lo and behold the art
    I listen to you and go, "ehh," on your dopest part
    I don't do these open mics, I tear shows apart
    Whodie I'm a +Hot Boy+, you get roasted dark
    First nigga to hit the flow is smart
    Last nigga that hit the flow you 'bout to see him and his folks depart
    Bling bling - chain glow in the dark
    More flooded with mo' ice, cold-blooded with a frozen heart
    He's not street smart, he only knows the park
    But we can share this rap pie long as he knows his part
    If you was even close to smart, you know I roll with sharks
    and dogs that bite and only supposed to bark

    [Chorus] - 2X

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