[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
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(R) You niggaz can hold it (O) cause I am a throwback (Y)
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I'm spilling these cold raps, cause I am a soldier (C)
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You should've been told that (E) cause I am a throwback
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I'm spilling these cold raps, you feeling the soldier
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You niggaz could hold that, cause I am a throwback (5)
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{*Whoever wanna get it, then you can come and get it*}
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I'm spilling these cold raps (9) you feeling the soldier
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{*Cause I'm gonna bring it up, and give it to whoever want it*}
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Cause you niggaz could hold that, cause I am a throwback
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{*Now if you wanna get it, then you can come and get it*}
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I'm spilling these cold raps, I am a soldier (yeah) I.... begone
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[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
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Raps wolf is BACK, to attack crooks is BACK
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The slap snares, and CLAP at the tracks foot (yeah)
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I'm too vicious for him, too vicious for you
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And my kitchen is huge, we do dishes wit dudes
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Coldest flow of the summer, I see 'em come and they GO
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See 'em fumble the flow, it's more goers then comers
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Put the piece to ya dome, do you at peace wit the chrome
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Peel ya Cap, eat you, and pick my teeth wit ya bones
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I'm from the city of GATORS, haters I dealt wit them dudes
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If you don't like me, then likely I'll make a belt wit ya shoes
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Put a hole in ya soul, it trickles badder than good
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Flow is sold, before any nigga rag on your hood
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I'm not a hip hop nigga, don't confuse me wit them
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Truest at the beginning, and truer when it's do to your end
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I'm just selling my game, for cheddar forever
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My intelligent brain, is clever when spelling my name, like
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9"]
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I'm back to call the advantage, have you and on bananas
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And hands rep, rap +Grand Theft Auto+ mechanic
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I'm bout to tighten my plugs, bout to be fighting in clubs
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Ya blood might give me love, and likely highten my buzz
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Ya type is simply a bitch, and fighting wit me's a risk
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I might empty my clip, if the hype will get me my niche
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I'm out in front of ya, guns out
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Bout to knock ya fronts out, boxing about to drop without Columbia
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I spit this venom myself, me independence is felt
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Finish wit Slim and his help, long as he winning I'm good
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Long as I'm known as one of the most vicious
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MC's spittin from the "D", low and behold and mitten
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This is how I rose you bitches, Rock City chosen niggaz
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We stole this, on our road to riches
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I'll show you the golden picture, glow, lock
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Product is fears, I'm soda pop, like Hova, Pac, and Big
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Royce Da 5'9"]
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I go beyond bootleggers, they slow me down, but HEY
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I'm holding my ground, long as the stolen sound should PLAY
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5'9" is a winner, I speak to keep the progression
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My views take you to school, my piece'll teach you a lesson
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Never been deep in the streets, I can't be somethin I'm not
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Test me and get to know me, I'll put you inside of a box
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Chalked and signing off and, put ya hands on me now
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Later they lay on ya chest, crossed inside a coffin
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The .30 Caliber SHOT, who wanna take home
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Where they give you wounds, you goons could put a stape on
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All them hoe ass niggaz could DO, is cry wit the children
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And PRAY, if I was a civilian for a day
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I'd take a glance at my daddy - another me
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Raise my hand on the stand like Shaggy - "It wasn't me" (yeah)
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I will melt you, smell the aroma of a coma
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I'm coming to get you, I will help you SPELL!
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[Chorus]
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[Outro - Royce Da 5'9"]
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Yeah it's on, my name is Royce 5'9"
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My nigga Ty Fyffe, we gone [echoes]
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Throw Back
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Royce Da 5'9'' |