Throw Back Lyrics - Death Is Certain - Royce Da 5'9

"Throw Back" 

(R) You niggaz can hold it (O) cause I am a throwback (Y) 

I'm spilling these cold raps, cause I am a soldier (C) 

You should've been told that (E) cause I am a throwback 

I'm spilling these cold raps, you feeling the soldier 

You niggaz could hold that, cause I am a throwback (5) 

I'm spilling these cold raps (9) you feeling the soldier 

Cause you niggaz could hold that, cause I am a throwback 

I'm spilling these cold raps, I am a soldier (yeah) I... begone 

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Raps wolf is BACK, to attack crooks is BACK 

The slap snares, and CLAP at the tracks foot (yeah) 

I'm too vicious for him, too vicious for you 

And my kitchen is huge, we do dishes wit dudes 

Coldest flow of the summer, I see 'em come and they GO 

See 'em fumble the flow, it's more goers then comers 

Put the piece to ya dome, do you at peace wit the chrome 

Peel ya Cap, eat you, and pick my teeth wit ya bones 

I'm from the city of GATORS, haters I dealt wit them dudes 

If you don't like me, then likely I'll make a belt wit ya shoes 

Put a hole in ya soul, it trickles badder than good 

Flow is sold, before any nigga rag on your hood 

I'm not a hip hop nigga, don't confuse me wit them 

Truest at the beginning, and truer when it's do to your end 

I'm just selling my game, for cheddar forever 

My intelligent brain, is clever when spelling my name, like 

Photos 

I'm back to call the advantage, have you and on bananas 

And hands rep, rap +Grand Theft Auto+ mechanic 

I'm bout to tighten my plugs, bout to be fighting in clubs 

Ya blood might give me love, and likely highten my buzz 

Ya type is simply a bitch, and fighting wit me's a risk 

I might empty my clip, if the hype will get me my niche 

I'm out in front of ya, guns out 

Bout to knock ya fronts out, boxing about to drop without Columbia 

I spit this venom myself, me independence is felt 

Finish wit Slim and his help, long as he winning I'm good 

Long as I'm known as one of the most vicious 

MC's spittin from the "D", low and behold and mitten 

This is how I rose you bitches, Rock City chosen niggaz 

We stole this, on our road to riches 

I'll show you the golden picture, glow, lock 

Product is fears, I'm soda pop, like Hova, Pac, and Big 

I go beyond bootleggers, they slow me down, but HEY 

I'm holding my ground, long as the stolen sound should PLAY 

5'9" is a winner, I speak to keep the progression 

My views take you to school, my piece'll teach you a lesson 

Never been deep in the streets, I can't be somethin I'm not 

Test me and get to know me, I'll put you inside of a box 

Chalked and signing off and, put ya hands on me now 

Later they lay on ya chest, crossed inside a coffin 

The .30 Caliber SHOT, who wanna take home 

Where they give you wounds, you goons could put a stape on 

All them hoe ass niggaz could DO, is cry wit the children 

And PRAY, if I was a civilian for a day 

I'd take a glance at my daddy - another me 

Raise my hand on the stand like Shaggy - "It wasn't me" (yeah) 

I will melt you, smell the aroma of a coma 

I'm coming to get you, I will help you SPELL! 

Yeah it's on, my name is Royce 5'9" 

My nigga Ty Fyffe, we gone