Tell Me To My Face Lyrics - 13 - Havoc

(feat. Royce Da 5'9") 

[Verse 1: Havoc] 

One for my troubles, two for the money 

Haters feeling some kind of way and I don't give a fuck, B 

Take the good with the bad, toastin', raisin' my glass 

Shorty want my attention, she backin' up that ass 

We fornicate, I'm all she ate, I'm puffin' on that loud 

High as a helicopter - I'm standin' on a cloud 

Livin' life to the fullest, and smokin' on that good shit 

Got to find a way to do it, and now you findin' excuses? 

Shorty, get with the movement - stop livin' that illusion 

The niggas you look up to is under my influence 

Yeah, your Grammy artists and your Moonman winners 

I'm the reason they even got a speech to deliver 

I'm certified hood, anywhere I go I'm good 

If you knew better you'd do better, you wouldn't if you could 

The world is a cold place, got on my leather bomber 

My intent is foul with a smile, I'll be Obama 

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[Hook: Havoc] 

For what it's worth, I don't do the back and forth 

Let's get it over, nigga, tell me to my face 

Everybody talkin' like a killer, I ain't with it 

I say "do it, grow some balls, nigga, tell me to my face" 

Feelin' any kind of way, and do this shit night or day 

We don't play with 'em, we aim 'em at your face 

I'll tell you now, I ain't playin' with you clowns, I never will 

Wipe that smile off your motherfuckin' face 

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9] 

Yeah - when Ryan performing, 

Diamonds on him looking like shining armor 

So when I die, you just supply my body with iron embalming 

I'm buying up everybody, from the highest to the hired informant 

By deploying words like a thesaurus, I've acquired employment 

From lying dormant, quiet as Mormons 

To buying up foreign properties, been my ongoing prophecy 

We're all going in profits, war and robbery 

Fuck my trigger finger, the whole arm's itching, I got the poison ivy 

I won't stop until your eyes go mahogany 

This is my backyard barbecue flow 

I'm living by the honorable artistry code 

I went about as far as modesty goes 

And that's good as gold, mind, body and soul 

I'm outside of me watching my body 

Embody god body till the inside of me 

Thinks quicker than the outside of me 

Pops mollies and drinks liquor 

So hiccup 

Either be a rhymer or be Vietnam 

Now run along and tell your complete circle to be around 

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[Hook: Havoc] 

[Verse 3: Havoc] 

For day one, had that feelin' I would get that paper 

All my competition crumpled like vanilla wafers 

Ice runnin' through my veins, sippin' Hennessey, no chaser 

You know what I made's a product of my environment 

Single for the soldiers on my team that ironed this 

The iron spit, yeah, and we cry "rich" 

Always on that fly shit, that real nigga fly shit 

Wildin', bangin' that Big "Ready To Die" shit 

Stylin' on these niggas then you know I throw up my shit 

[Hook: Havoc]