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happy bar exam 2 - royce da 5'9'' lyrics

[intro:]
yo, green lantern man. you know how we do man. we sh-ttin’ on n-gg-s dot com
it’s a f-ckin’ invasion you b-st-rds
we a problem

scratches “invasion” – nas

green lantern

[marv won:]
aye, aye
i’m back on my bullsh-t
come chill with the crook
i’m rejuvenated b-tch, i feel as good as i look
that’s awesome
show me who’s talkin’ and i’ll off ’em
from austin to boston, make ’em floss in coffins
sh-t, if i ain’t the man, i’m standin’ next to him
starvin’
somebody bring me a dexitrim
to suppress my appet-te
i feast on n-gg-s who ain’t rappin’ right
learn in the after life
if i ain’t the best baller, i’m right after mike
c-ckier than the n-gg- that make “flashing lights”
i’m the king of the jungle
i’ll stop all the scoring of your block without bringin’ mutumbo
a 100 round drums is what i bring to the rumble
brash
i ain’t get a thing when i was humble
and why should i be?
n-gg-s ain’t good as me
the best black champ we had in a while like booker t
one of the best, but overlooked like i’m pusha t
you little p-ss-es get f-cked
here go the douche for free
there ain’t too much that marv can’t do
make way for royalty
happy bar exam 2

[royce da 5’9″:]
you welcome
bubble like seltzer
bubble lights do a double life crime what else then?
gun shots kinda sound like the llama belchin’
sh-ttin’ like i’m rhymin’ in the john like elton
i turn a n-gg- into stone
send out a blast like an e-mail to shoot ya
female medusa
“it wasn’t me” like shaggy
denaun [da nine] did it
like a f-g was snitchin’ on d-12 producer
give you a buck 50 this evenin’
this is my time of the month
if you ain’t f-ckin’ with me you bleedin’
i can’t count how many whips i be stickin’ keys in
b-tch, you ain’t dissin’ me, you just committin’ treason
red wine or reislin?
has been, i’m a “he’s been… ”
everywhere
i’m bigger than cease’s friend
lyrics written down with a g’s pen
hood rats on me cause i’m in a trap
i’m gonna give her cheese then
she with me, she never d-ck teasin’
wrist freezin’
she’s tellin’ me i’m just seizin’
she do whatever i tell her as long as it’s with reason
so i’m gonna tell her to blow me till she quits breathin’
she playin’ position, but it’s me receivin’
the c-m comin’ through them gums looks like the b-tch teethin’
diss me, get treated like you was just leavin’
after i quit sqeezin’
i’m the sh-t fool
every year in my past, my sh-t list grew
n-gg-s switched up and got ripped up like rick rude
yeah, i don’t f-ck around with that mic
you try to f-ck with me you probably f-ck around with that white
what you a cluck?
i psycho spit
y’all writtin’ with lead
i’m writtin’ my rhymes with rifle tips
i’m excitin’ like highlights of michael’s clips
i run the net like my mics a microchip
nickle
happy bar exam 2
it’s a holiday n-gg-

- royce da 59 lyrics

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