Shit on U

Royce Da 5'9

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    [Royce Da 5'9"]
    Hahaha, yeah yeah, haha
    No offense to my two niggaz
    Y'all know who y'all are, it's personal
    Motherfucker, you hear me?
    I know I ain't get back to you
    You dissed me a while ago, I just caught it
    I couldn't understand what yo' fat-ass was sayin!
    It's all good though (I will shit on you)
    I'm home, it's time for us to talk to each other
    Nigga.. (fuck, you)

    Yo yo, I heard you on DJ Butter, you ain't slick
    Somewhere in between a st-st-stutter and punch diss
    I was like, "Huh, what the fuck is this?
    Why the fuck this lame nigga tryna fuck with this"
    You was talkin real reckless, you dissed the king
    Get your eyes off my necklace, kiss the ring
    Crawl 'fore you walk, don't get caught without your gat
    Somebody shoulda taught you how to talk before you rap
    I know about how you gotta get walked though your verse
    Niggaz tryna teach you how you talk all through your verse
    The streets, magazines still knockin your verse
    On your verse, niggaz just look at they watch in reverse
    I'm about realism - as far as a fat nigga
    that raps and rapes kids, I don't see the vision
    You, you do front, me you admire
    You told the truth once like, "I'm a compulsive liar!"
    Insecure niggaz take offense to the line
    All in my my shit when I'm mentionin mines
    Yo it's on, better tell Von stick to the rhymes
    You better run and get Swift when I get to the nine
    It should be, Wall Street y'all and Slum V
    But no, nope, you runnin rhyme like Young Zee
    Heh, you was a clown in school
    Only nigga on stage in a costume, now the world is clownin YOU
    Share it for the rap - arrestin the big fat bear
    that got him jumpin the character to rap
    Uhh, nigga GIMME this mic, you ain't doin it right
    You call yourself a idiot, I'm just provin you right
    This is strong over the weak, long career over deceased
    And me doin you wrong over your beat
    You speak when you see me but you talk the flow
    Fuckin clown, smile nigga, honk your nose (honk honk!)
    You probably look at it like I'm makin a big deal
    But nigga that's what I do, I make big deals
    Take a chunk of the budget, and keep they proud raise
    And watch the little people split the pie five ways
    Nigga go play, matter fact, catch up
    I am six figures bigger and my books kept up
    Y'all a rap boy band; you testin me now?
    Y'all a group with one star like Destiny's Child
    FUCK THAT!No nigga, how can I relate
    to a group with four dudes that's easily replaced?
    I erase niggaz when they talk backwards (what?)
    I call Paul and have him write you off on his taxes
    I'm a solo artist, you just one of the crew
    Fans comin up to y'all like, "Which one is you?"
    You the fat one!Tell 'em that's your name
    You will tell a joke whenever too, that's your game
    Yeah, who cares if you've been on tour, you don't come off
    Nigga all you do is run on stage and run off
    Yeah, one loose cannon - that's strange
    cause the only cannon in the crew is planted wherever Proof's standin
    I speak to Em and Proof, I'm speakin with love
    Them my niggaz, y'all sissy niggaz keepin a grudge
    I don't give a FUCK nigga, you get beat up with gloves
    And if you want beef, fuck it, you can meet up with Bugz
    I'll shit on you!

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    You fat motherfucker
    Aiyyo cut that shit!Fuck that nigga
    You diss me you gon' get dissed back, nigga
    Yo' mama, muh'fucker
    And I beat yo' ass, Wall Street hoe

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