Let's Grow Lyrics - Royce Da 5'9

Real niggaz only. hah. 

First of all, what's my name? Five-Nine! 

Yeah. I got somethin for you 

I got somethin for you, yeah 

They call me Royce 5-9 or, Mr. Always-Ice-Cold-Wrist-ed 

Or Mr. None-Of-Your-Business 

Mr. Consistant-In-Conflict, for so dope lyrics (harvest) 

The hardest hittin nigga in show bid'ness 

Came in this game with a pissy-ass attitude 

Arrogant like, "Shut up!" Laughin that you a trick 

I wasn't happy before, but I'm happy today 

I'm rappin today, lookin to get a plaque in my day 

So I met this white boy one night 

who turned out to be the illest human being I ever heard in my life 

He took me under his wing, and showed me some things 

and molded me into a pro until the flow was mean 

Taught me not to do it like this, but to do it like that 

Threw me all types of love and I threw it right back 

Though we don't talk as much, we never let the game consume us 

cause we too real, my nigga Slim, let's grow 

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Let us grow up, now we got here 

We can't stop here, we too far 

All my niggaz, y'all my niggaz 

and you all know who you are (let's grow) 

Yeah, Royce 5-9 or, twelve men in one 

About as explosive as them shells in your gun 

Mr. Quick-To-Pull-A-Thing-On-You just for your loot 

Mr. Mr. Mr. Quick-To-Swing-On-You before he shoot 

I'm the finest tuned rappin machine rappin a scene 

since, way back when there was only rappin in Queens 

Suck my BALLS if you competin with me homeboy 

I don't dream, I'm the type to just be homeboy 

Sucka free is like a religion I honor and serve 

And more common in words, a song witchu, what's in it? 

Y'all niggaz is all punks and your jewels is rented 

And your diamonds is all dark, like they blue but tinted 

I would never kill none of y'all, I ain't that fool 

But I will stomp the shit out you, I ain't that cool 

You ain't even gotta greet me when you see, matter of fact 

You better give me five feet when you see me, where you at? 

Let's grow 

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Royce 5-9 or, one sick nigga 

Bitches know that with me that the cum gets quicker 

Mr., Always-Got-Some-Cris'-Or-A-Pistol 

Rather diss you than chill witchu and will hitchu 

The insanest monster that came and conquered 

a game that remains to be full of trained imposters 

I will not let you niggaz talk to me (nope) no way 

This is not what I'm here for, give me my money (uh) 

Faggots only attract faggots, and that's that 

You rap rat, you fuckin roaches and black maggots 

Feelin my heat; I talk shit from the moment I wake up 

Turn right around and talk shit in my sleep - let's grow