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)

"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

But y'all already said that Diamonds on my neck Diamonds on my wrist Bitches on my dick Choppers in the trunk Models in the front Bottles in the club But I don't give a fuck Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard

The Bad, the Evil put em together Royce the 5-9, Eminem Yo if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothin to strip

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!

(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

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

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

"Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb" "Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" "Royce 5'9" I'm the verbal-spit Smith & Wesson I unload with sick spit The quick wit could split a split-second Bomb with a lit wick expression You here a tick tick then you testin'