Simon says (Street games)

Royce Da 5'9

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    I'ma hit you until you, hit you until you
    Hit you until you, hit you until you
    I'ma hit you until you, hit you until you
    Hit you until you, hit you until you
    I'ma hit you until you stop, hit you until you go!
    Hit you until you drop, hit you until you roll!
    I'ma hit you until you bleed, hit you until you leave!
    Hit you until you.. yeah, yeah

    I put in my dirt I'ma hurt you
    Bullets is +Eeny Meeny Miny Moe+; don't put your foot in my circle
    You must be ruthless, or you will die hidin
    beside a bunch of chicken niggaz that +Duck Duck Goose+
    I'm not a hater nigga
    You punks got a 50/50 chance of livin, you playin +Rock Paper Scissors+
    Why the fuck would I knuckle up witcha?
    I got twin glocks from Scotland, I'd rather +Double Dutch+ witcha
    He played them street games 'til the heat came
    Same nigga that be changin quick when they see brains
    We ride in streets with Mafia ties
    We pop up by surprise like we playin +Hide-And-Go-Seek+
    And I'm about to draw the line nigga, talk to your soldiers
    Cross me, you try to knock a stick off of my shoulder
    Nigga I will heat you, 5'9" will have you lyin beside your bed
    I'm the nigga +Simon Says+

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    I'ma hit you until you stop, hit you until you go!
    Hit you until you drop, hit you until you roll!
    I'ma hit you until you bleed, hit you until you leave!
    Hit you until you, hit you until you
    I'ma hit you until you stop, hit you until you go!
    Hit you until you drop, hit you until you roll!
    Hit you until you bleed, hit you until you leave!
    Hit you until you.

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    Yeah yeah, I see pain but why
    is it these street games is all leadin into the same violences?
    God is it, possible the same niggaz
    that's winnin in Dodgeball will grow up and dodge bullets?
    The funky little, two squares
    in this concrete jungle was shootin the Monkeys In The Middle
    If you compare me to anyone in this game
    if it ain't Shyne or Beans then it's Truth Or Dare
    I been this hollow inside for years
    Leave peers beside beers that'll Spin The Bottle
    Don't think that e'ry night seem right
    Nigga just look beside you, I'm at every Red Light, Green Light
    Ready to stop you, fatal-ly
    I'll leave bullets inside your truck the size of Hot Potatoes
    A comparison's vital - you ain't nobody
    Royce 5'9" is Simon, the Americal Idol

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    Yeah, yeah, now he's had the luck as
    the same dumb fuck that took toes to the morgue for Freeze Tag
    Miss the clock is tickin away
    At the pick of the day the hot shot, let's play Hop Scotch
    Let's teach all of these punks
    that we as venomous as snakes, you can be them +Leap Frogs+ and jump
    I'ma make 'em all drop and say "Ahh"
    I'm the king of the playground, I make 'em say Father May I
    You should say Grace - cause even if you
    bring your own pencil to the game nigga we don't play Breaks
    Now you gon' find your fitted
    in the Lost & Found cause you crossed your bound nigga Hide and go get it
    Finally the dudes be lame
    His name booted out of the games, hang by the dooky chains
    Erase the phonies - keep his team shooter
    then flee the scene while runnin in the latest Ponies

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