(Chicka) No! Ladies in the club like Whoa! (Whoa) Turn a nigga down like Oh! (no!) We open up they mind like yo (yo) Cause, you can't touch me T-M-Royce 5

Ayo, Royce Da 5'9" Why you wan' share your food with these niggas? We don't share food in the recession Bite these niggas like you bite the microphone Living legend inside of a Smith & Wesson sliding out Of the barrel, I'm fire, don't try me cause I am

I pray for everybody But you can pray for them Pray for everybody Look around, look around, look around, look around Pray for everybody, tell me exactly what you're seeing I'm seeing children being murdered by police and then acquitted on all charges

I'm on my own planet I'll do my own thing Then turn around and pat myself on the back (for doing good) I don't need nobody else I'm gon' do it by myself Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all good) Right of the rip, nobody could fuck

Powerful day I wanna share some shit with y'all All truth, all truth Like I'm standing inside a Tabernacle I promised not to lie in not one of these verses I started out as a battle rapper All I knew was Maxells, ADATs, DATs and gats My name is Ryan

It ain't nothing like love from the hood Ain't no feeling like rolling through knowing you good When niggas see you, they salute you Cause you been keeping it real Come on (Preme) Love from the hood Cause you been keeping it true When niggas see you,

Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse This your man Royce Da 5'9" This your dude Crooked I Man, Jump off Joe Beezy It's Joell Ortiz Yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, just remember Little niggas get your weight up fuck y'all, pay up My bars

With the power of love You've got to believe in love It's a feeling that's next to none Can't stop until we are one Tell everyone to try I promise you'll reach the sky Is the power of love We've got love, power (It's the greatest power of them all)

Rock city.. rock on!" (Come on and rock wit me) Rock city (Come on the block wit me) "Rock city.. rock on!" (Come on and rock wit me) Can't stop the hustle, Royce nickel nine Glock stops the tussle, nine shots'll bust you Pine box'll stuff you, fuck you!

"Somebody lift me up, yeah And give me a hannnnnd Give me a ride, I'm sliding off the highway There's a curve in the road I don't know when I'm going, crazy" Verbalizin my fiend murder Communicatin while you debatin usin machine squirters Brrap, that