(Its Royce 5-9)

Yea, you scared aint you?

Relax, its just music

(Its Royce 5-9)

The elite, jive 5-9

Royce 5-9, cha cha

Cut throat, really nix

My nigga trey little, my nigga E

Rocky city niggas

we in a world of our own

Dont u wanna come ride with us?

Come on ride with us

Ride with us down 7 mile

Niggas with rocky city tattoos on their fore arms

Niggas throwin their 7s up with

Detroit D tattooed on their hand

Thats what we do

niggas would die for this shit

Its time to play... Check it out



Ayo, Sit back, smoke a joke, its over u wrote

This is pure provoke murder, its over she wrote it

I don't know how niggas manage to sleep

wake up!

The clock radio, dont paniced the streets

say something!

I been waiting, now hand me these beets

Im simply a branch of the slim shady family tree

That will snap!

D12 first in line to rap

I came last

bout to put my size 9 1/2 in the games ass

Once i hit the roof, i swoop on niggas like whooosh!

2 bit niggas, cooks and figures regroup

I been fishing, just listen

From one track to the next

I was gangstah when rap was nothing but hats with the X

I sat and watched, album for album, niggas flocked

Niggas went from pro black to italian, I was hot

I worked my fucking ass off, hoping to blast off

Now im going to let you all see me

Like when ghost took his mask off

Give you more run for your ones, packing a full clip

Rapper niggas come with your guns, Don't bullshit

Im going to only give you wild shit

Rap with a mild pitch

Only clever, with that occational style switch

Ya'll niggas play around on the mic

Thats why im about to lay it down

Savor the way you sound in the night

Becaue I listen to ya'll niggas records on fools day

Now crack open my shit, its Tuesday.



(Its Royce 5-9)

This nigga know he too cool

But don't you know your too smooth

I really love how you do

There aint no other like you

(You better wake up, hes coming)