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shit on u - royce da 5'9'' lyrics

[to the beat of d-12’s “sh-t on you”]
[royce da 5’9″]
hahaha, yeah yeah, haha
no offense to my two n-gg-z
y’all know who y’all are, it’s personal
motherf-cker, you hear me?
i know i ain’t get back to you
you dissed me a while ago, i just caught it
i couldn’t understand what yo’ fat–ss was sayin!
it’s all good though (i will sh-t on you)
i’m home, it’s time for us to talk to each other
n-gg-.. (f-ck, you)

yo yo, i heard you on dj b-tter, you ain’t slick
somewhere in between a st-st-stutter and punch diss
i was like, “huh, what the f-ck is this?
why the f-ck this lame n-gg- tryna f-ck with this”
you was talkin real reckless, you dissed the king
get your eyes off my necklace, kiss the ring
crawl ‘fore you walk, don’t get caught without your gat
somebody shoulda taught you how to talk before you rap
i know about how you gotta get walked though your verse
n-gg-z tryna teach you how you talk all through your verse
the streets, magazines still knockin your verse
on your verse, n-gg-z just look at they watch in reverse
i’m about realism – as far as a fat n-gg-
that raps and rapes kids, i don’t see the vision
you, you do front, me you admire
you told the truth once like, “i’m a compulsive liar!”
insecure n-gg-z take offense to the line
all in my my sh-t when i’m mentionin mines
yo it’s on, better tell von stick to the rhymes
you better run and get swift when i get to the nine
it should be, wall street y’all and slum v
but no, nope, you runnin rhyme like young zee
heh, you was a clown in school
only n-gg- on stage in a costume, now the world is clownin you
share it for the rap – arrestin the big fat bear
that got him jumpin the character to rap
uhh, n-gg- gimme this mic, you ain’t doin it right
you call yourself a idiot, i’m just provin you right
this is strong over the weak, long career over deceased
and me doin you wrong over your beat
you speak when you see me but you talk the flow
f-ckin clown, smile n-gg-, honk your nose (honk honk!)
you probably look at it like i’m makin a big deal
but n-gg- that’s what i do, i make big deals
take a chunk of the budget, and keep they proud raise
and watch the little people split the pie five ways
n-gg- go play, matter fact, catch up
i am six figures bigger and my books kept up
y’all a rap boy band; you testin me now?
y’all a group with one star like destiny’s child
f-ck that! no n-gg-, how can i relate
to a group with four dudes that’s easily replaced?
i erase n-gg-z when they talk backwards (what?)
i call paul and have him write you off on his taxes
i’m a solo artist, you just one of the crew
fans comin up to y’all like, “which one is you?”
you the fat one! tell ’em that’s your name
you will tell a joke whenever too, that’s your game
yeah, who cares if you’ve been on tour, you don’t come off
n-gg- all you do is run on stage and run off
yeah, one loose cannon – that’s strange
cause the only cannon in the crew is planted wherever proof’s standin
i speak to em and proof, i’m speakin with love
them my n-gg-z, y’all sissy n-gg-z keepin a grudge
i don’t give a f-ck n-gg-, you get beat up with gloves
and if you want beef, f-ck it, you can meet up with bugz
i’ll sh-t on you!

you fat motherf-cker
aiyyo cut that sh-t! f-ck that n-gg-
you diss me you gon’ get dissed back, n-gg-
yo’ mama, muh’f-cker
and i beat yo’ -ss, wall street hoe

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