Let's Go Lyrics - Rock City - Royce Da 5'9

[Royce Da 5'9"] 

Huh? 

We the best, Twist' you at nigga c'mere 

Sift ya lye. c'mere 

Extremely hard to be the king of a city it's dis 

A nigga that could twist like this 

A nigga that could rip any shit that he get 

Never balk and come with a metaphor like this 

Flow like dis, never broke but flow for the dough like this 

Never been a nigga that you know like dis 

Cold like dis, but ah, it's just me and D-Mo like dis 

Respect is a must, got every nigga in every hood checkin for us 

Never catch us catchin the bus 

Niggaz got whips, niggaz got loot, 

niggaz got troops, got guns, got clips (what) 

Next big thing, iced watch to go with the necklace ring 

Iced out to go with the rest it seems 

More or less the more of the best you seen 

Big buzz, only rollin with big thugs 

We get in clubs you know you gettin ya shit bust 

Not too many ducks is goin against us 

If ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift up 

Rhyme till I can't rhyme no more, ball till I can't ball no more 

Till I'm 5'9" no more, till the ice can't shine no more 

Which ever comes first, let's go nigga 

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[Hook - 2X] 

Who the fuck want what?! 

Who the fuck want what, want what?! 

[Twis] Playa tell me why you hatin, cuz you the one take 

[Twis] that from a nigga that'll open you up 

[Twis] You gotta send the deck up when we holla 

[Royce Da 5'9"] 

One of a hundred niggaz'll hate my shit 

Eighty-nine'll bite, the other ten'll think of comin alike 

Cuz my shit when it come to the mic, 99 outta 100'll like 

Never disrespect a nigga grippin the tec, it's my shit 

Put the flow in affect with my clique 

Go to the death, flow the best, my spit - I'm sick, it's my shit 

Try to get slick and niggaz is gettin hit 

You don't want that do you? It comes back to you 

And I ain't even tryna rap to you, so suck my dick, it's my shit 

Too many willin to pin ya in rap 

put a endin to that, do the math with me 

Straight to the lab, we're sendin you back 

Keep going, you know that no one can last wit me 

Stay armed with the biggest of arms, got bitch-niggaz hittin alarms 

Every rhyme is strictly writtin to harm 

This my shit, keep every word of every verse in position to launch 

Never gon' fail, never got plans of catchin a L 

I'ma forever prevail, whatever you yell 

It's my world, everything else, c'mon nigga 

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[Hook - 2X] 

{*pause*} 

[Royce talking *beat slowly returning*] 

Motown, uhh. 

Chi-town. 5'9. 

Twista, let's go nigga uhh 

[Twista] 

Tell me who the fuck want what 

Whatchu murderous niggaz is ready to make the deck go up? 

I could cause a scene to make you throw up 

Put a bullet in yo' gut, bat em down and leave the sto' cut 

Cuz homie you ain't got no choice ta, 

Dat why you runnin to a real rida like Twista, or Roysta 

Let the thirty caliber annoint ya 

Whodie won't even know he hit till he feel his shirt suckin the moisture 

Voice ya opinion if ya want to 

Kick-ass winner, kick up dust in the middle of the arena 

Subpeona motherfuckaz like the courts do 

We'll blast shortly ya nuts bust and it won't be a misdemeanor 

We them niggaz that'll come approach ya 

Shockin ya body our Bacardi keeps all ya nerves from bleedin 

Until we heard no breathin - two undercovers, 

we comin we get the dirty even; they know it's servin season 

Shit is good as gone, cuz I gotta bring the goodies home 

The petty packin penny brushin with the pretty pearl handle 

Pistol, Pelle Pelle pants and the hoodie on 

And you comin with the Midwest shit? 

Remember how we took you, you trippin off how we did that shit 

Somebody tell me where the weed at 

Some niggaz knew I was about to snap so he hid that shit 

I was gon' get buck - come hard - get crunk 

Go into a thing and let the rhyme ride, 

and hit them niggaz from the blindside 

And take the whole opposition down with my dog 5'9 

Ceremony for the killaz, bustin em off, 

and comin off so you can bust yo' nut 

Though I'm bout to bust yo' guts 

But if yo' operation is hatin, who the fuck want what? 

[Hook - 4X] 

*beat continues then fades out*