[Royce The 5'9''] T-M-Royce 5 Pause Listen to why girls drop they drawls A lot of em they want to get involved Well why you still holding up the wall Allow me to introduce myself My name is Royce Five Nine Sick Sick Emcee Here to filter the game To let clips empty Track master sound now who's to blame 'Bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game O.k, jump (jump) If you want the respect then come (come) Get it from a nigga that'll merk you Or tattoo ya name on my arm Like you one of my dead homies, just to beat the case Believe me, I'ma lead the race What is my game? Wakin up next to chicks like "What is your name?" Hustlers big, Mustlers big Niggas better raise they wig Cause [Chorus:] My Deal, My flow, My Song {Ladies move like you just don't care) This is Royce Five Nine, My streets, So Please (Everybody Throw ya hands in the air, Cause) We live forever (What) We won't go Never (What) We won't go broke never, cause You can't touch me O.k Look A lot of people take me for a crook Like my careers been depicted from a book Nothing but hardcore here Read "The Source", head of my class for all four years Did I really fall out with Eminem (Chicka) No! Did I really get dropped from "Tommy Boy" (Chicka) No! Nigga please, I use more tools than "Black and Decker" Wrote songs for niggas for classic records Grimey! If you choose to live by the gun, young one, with hits Five nine is my height If I was ever to grow, tell y'all a lil' secret Nobody got to know Diss me, you don't want to back and forth Ya jewelery look like that shit they sell in the back of "The Source" So come how you come, you could just see me Cause I do what I do, Like I'm doing for T.V Cause [Chorus] [Christina Milan] So you want to see me shake my ass? Tell me Royce what would you do for this? So you want to get it Right Now Well you can't touch me, you can't touch me I'm feelin High tonight Let's ride with Royce 5'9 Tell you just one more time You can't touch me, you can't touch me [Royce] Bounce (bounce) If you want to know what's the amount Come to me for the pounds not the ounce I react Trickey on people I'm mild-mannered but I slap hickey's on people Black King, Freiyon felt, Attract queens, Ice cold, plus hot, Rap "Leon Phelps" Oh! Where the money at, show me the dough Dummies, I'll show you the dough Cause My Dough, my flow, my shit, my song, my Notice I like saying My And, notice I like me a Light-skinned Ma All curvey, that's something you can't deny First singles about me Second singles about my city The third is about my son Three things that's important to me I gotta be rich, cause being broke is something I can't afford to be 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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus: Repeats]